How many Councils have I feen Where all, while 'tis but to Dispute, From AN ACREON. HAT Niobé to Stone was chang'd, Tand Progné like a Swallow rang'd About the Fields, old Poets tell; From OV ID. N Summer, and the Heat of all the Day, IN At my full Eafe in a large Bed I lay, Corinna enters with her Neck all bare, But where 'twas cover'd by loofe dangling Hair; Or Laïs to fo many Lovers dear. About her Shoulders carelefly was thrown, But fo, as if the meant to ftrive in vain. The reft you guess: We were both tir'd too foon: A Hue and Cry after FAIR A MORE T. By Mr. CONGREVE. AIR Amoret is gone aftray; FA Purfue and feek her, ev'ry Lover; I'll tell the Signs, by which you may The wand'ring Shepherdefs discover, 11. Coquet and Coy at once her Air, Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected; Careless the is with artful Care, Affecting to seem unaffected. III. With Skill her Eyes dart ev'ry Glance, Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em ; IV. She likes herfelf, yet others hates ASON G. By the fame Hand. I Look'd, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak For I very fain wou'd have been at her; But when I ftrove most my Passion to break, Still then I faid leaft of the Matter. II. I fwore to my felf, and resolv'd I wou'd try Dear Calia be kind then; and fince your own Eyes Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise IV. We'll look, and we'll love, and tho' neither fhou'd The Pleasure we'll ftill be pursuing; [fpeak, And fo, without Words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this Wooing. A SON G. By the fame Hand. A what what dearen loves, H! what Pains, what racking Thoughts he proves, In cruel Abfence doom'd paft Joys to mourn, I Song in Dialogue, for two Women. I. Love, and am belov'd again, Strephon no more fhall figh in vain: I've try'd his Faith, and found him true, And all my Coyness bid adeu. II. I love, and am belov'd again, Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain; A. HECA BO DOMININA INUS BIBLIO 1. Men will grow faint with tedious Fasting, 2. And will both tire with often Tafting, When they find the Blifs not lafting. 1. Love is compleat in kind Poffeffing. Then let us beware how far we confent, AS ON G. By the fame Hand Rant me, gentle Love, faid I, VN } Long I've born Excefs of Pain, SON G. By the fame Hand. Ruel Amynta, can you fee Cruel A Heart thus torn which you betray'd? Love of himself ne'er vanquifh'd me, But thro' your Eyes the Conqueft made. In Ambush there the Traitor lay, SON G. By the fame Hand. EE, fee the wakes, Sabina wakes! SE And now the Sun begins to rife; Lefs glorious is the Morn that breaks With Light united, Day they give, How many will her Coldness kill! |