Near by there was a grove,
A proper place for love,

To which this couple move,
Alike defiring;

She fell into his arms,

And faid, Take all my charms,
Love beats his laft alarms,
I'm just expiring.

B

y a difmal cypress lying,

Damon cry'd, all pale and dying, Kind is death, that ends my pain, But cruel fhe I lov'd in vain.

The moffy fountains

Murmur my trouble,

And hollow mountains
My groans redouble,

Every nymph mourns me,

Thus while I languish;

She only fcorns me,

Who caus'd my anguish.

No love returning me, but all hope denying;

By a dismal cypress lying,

Like a fwan fo fung he dying:
Kind is death that ends my pain,

But cruel the I lov'd in vain.

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I BURN,

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BURN, my brain confumes to ashes, Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes: Within my breast there glows a folid fire, Which in a thousand ages can't expire,

Blow the winds, great ruler, blow;
Bring the Po and the Ganges hither,
'Tis fultry weather;

Pour them all on my foul,
It will hifs like a coal,
But be never the cooler.

'Twas pride, hot as hell,
That firft made me rebel,
From love's awful throne
A curs'd angel I fell:
And mourn now my fate,

Which my felf did create ;

Fool, fool, that consider'd not when I was well.

Adieu, tranfporting joys;

Off vain fantastick toys, ye

That dress this face and body to allure:

Bring me daggers, poison, fire,

Since fcorn is turn'd into defire,

All hell feels not the rage, which I, poor I, endure.

Dam.

Dam.

ELIMENA, of my heart
None fhall e'er bereave you;

If with your good leave I may
Quarrel with you once a-day,
I will never leave you.

Celim. Paffion's but an empty name,
Where respect is wanting:

Damon, you mistake your aim,
Hang your heart, and burn your flame,
If you must be ranting.

Dam. Love as dull and muddy is

As decaying liquor:

Anger fets it on the lees,

And refines it by degrees,

Till it works the quicker.

Celim. Love by quarrels to beget
Wifely you endeavour,

With a grave physician's wit,
Who to cure an ague-fit,
Put me in a fever.

Dam. Anger rouzes love to fight,
And his only bait is;

"Tis the fpur to dull delight,

And is but an eager bite,

When defire at height is.

Celim. If fuch drops of heat can fall
In our wooing weather,

If fuch drops of heat can fall,
We fhall have the devil and all
When we come together.

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ET business no longer ufurp your high mind,

But to dalliance give way, and to pleasures be kind; Let business to-morrow, to-morrow imploy,

But to day the fhort bleffing let's closely enjoy:
Let's frolick below, till they hear us above;
To Cafar we'll fing, to Cafar and Love.

From business we'll ramble, like bridegrooms unbrac'd;
And furfeit on' pleasures which others but taste.
We'll laugh till we weep on the breast of the fair,
And the tears that we shed fhall the trefpafs repair.
We'll vow that below we but act those above,
Who never repent, yet are always in love.

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LUSH not redder than the morning, Tho' the virgins gave you warning i Sigh not at the chance befel ye,

Though they smile and dare not tell ye.

Maids, like turtles, love the cooing,
Bill and murmur in their wooing;
Thus, like you, they ftart and tremble, !!
And their troubled joys diffemble.

Grafp the pleafure while 'tis coming:
Though your beauties now are blooming,
Time at laft your joys will fever,

And they'll part, they'll part for everésul

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