SHALL

Die because a woman's fair?

Shall my cheeks look pale with care,

'Cause another's rofie are?

Be fhe fairer than the day,
Or the flow'ry meads in May;
Yet if she think not well of me,
What care I how fair fhe be?

Shall a woman's goodness move
Me to perish for her love;
Or, her worthy merits known,
Make me quite forget my own?
Be fhe with that goodness bleft,
As may merit name the best;
Yet, if the be not so to me,
What care I how good she be?

Be fhe good, or kind, or fair,
I will never more despair;
If the love me, this believe,
I will die e'er fhe fhall grieve;
If the flight me when I woo,
I will fcorn, and let her go:

So if fhe be not fit for me,
What care I for whom fhe be?

AIR Amoret is gone aftray,

Purfue, and feek her, ev'ry lover; I'll tell the figns by which you may The wandring fhepherdess discover.

Coquet and coy at once her air,

Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected; Careless fhe is with artful care,

Affecting to seem unaffected.

With skill her eyes dart ev'ry glance,

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em; For fhe'd perfuade they wound by chance,

She likes her felf, yet others hates

For that which in her felf the prizes; And, while fhe laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that the despises.

FAIR

F

AIR Iris and her fwain

Were in a fhady bower,
Where Thirfis long, in vain,

Had fought the happy hour;
At length his hand advancing
Upon her fnowy breast,
He faid, o kifs me longer,
Longer yet, and longer,

If you will make me bleft..

Ir. An eafy yielding maid
By trusting is undone;

Our fex is oft betray'd
By granting love too foon:

If

you defire to gain me,
Your fufferings to redress,
Prepare to love me longer,
Longer, yet and longer,

Before you fall poffefs.

Th. The little care you fhew
Of all my forrows past,

Makes death appear too flow,
And life too long to last:
Fair Iris, kifs me kindly,
In pity of my fate,
Fair Iris kifs me kindly,
Kindly ftill, and kindly,

Before it be too late.

Ir. You

Ir. You fondly court your blifs,

And no advances.make;

"Tis not for maids to give,
But 'tis for men to take:
So you may kifs me kindly,
And I will not rebel:
Thirfis may kifs me kindly,
Kindly ftill, and kindly,

But never kifs and tell.

Th. And may I kiss you kindly?
Ir. Yes you may kifs me kindly.
Th. And kindly still, and kindly?
It. And kindly ftill, and kindly.
Th. And will you not rebel?
Ir. And I will not rebel:

But do not kifs and tell, but do not kifs and tell.

Th. No, no, I'll never kifs and tell; no, no, I'll never

Both. Thus at the height we love and live,

And fear not to be poor:

(kifs and tell.

We give and we give, we give and we give,

Till we can give no more:

But what to day shall take away,

To-morrow will reftore.

But what &c.

How

H

ow do they err, who throw their love
On fate or fortune wholly,

Whom only rants and flights can move,
And rapture join'd with folly!

For how can pleasure folid be,
Where thought is out of season?
Do I love you, or you love me,
My dear, without a reason?

Our fenfe then rightly we'll employ,
No paradife expecting;

Yet envying none the trifling joy,
That will not bear reflecting.

For wisdom's power (fince after all,
Ev'n life is past the curing)
Softens the worst that can befall,
And makes the beft enduring.

BELINDA