DISDAIN RETURNED.

He that loves a rosie cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to mantain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.

No tears, Celia, now shall win
My resolv'd heart to return;
I have searched thy soul within,
And find nought but pride and scorn;
I have learn'd thy arts, and now
Can disdain as much as thou.
Some Pow'r in my revenge, convey
That love to her I cast away.

J. DUNSTON.

A DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.

LOVE is a region full of fires

And burning with extreme desires;
An object seeks, of which possest,
The wheels are fixed, the motions rest,
The flames in ashes lie opprest:
This meteor, striving high to rise,
(The fuel spent) falls down and dies.

Much sweeter, and more pure delights Are drawn from fair alluring sights, When ravisht minds attempt to praise Commanding eyes, like heavenly rays; Whose force the gentle heart obeys: Than where the end of this pretence Descends to base inferior sense.

'Why then should lovers,' most will say, 'Expect so much th' enjoying day?' Love is like youth, he thirsts for age, He scorns to be his mother's page: But when proceeding, time assuage The former heat, he will complain, And wish those pleasant hours again.

We know that Hope and Love are twins!
Hope gone, fruition now begins:
But what is this? Unconstant, frail,
In nothing sure, but sure to fail:
Which, if we lose it, we bewail !
And when we have it, still we bear
The worst of passions, daily fear.

When Love thus in his centre ends, Desire and Hope, his inward friends, Are shaken off: while Doubt and Grief, The weakest givers of relief,

Stand in his council as the chief:

And now he to this period brought,

From Love, becomes some other thought.

These lines I write not to remove
United souls from serious love:
The best attempts by mortals made,
Reflect on things which quickly fade!
Yet never will I men persuade
To leave affections, where may shine
Impressions of the Love divine.

BEAUMONT.

ON A FAN.

FLAVIA the least and slightest toy
Can with resistless art employ !
This Fan in meaner hands would prove
An engine of small force in love:
Yet she with graceful air and mien,
Not to be told, or safely seen,

Directs its wanton motions so

That it wounds more than Cupid's bow :
Gives COOLNESS to the matchless dame,
To every other breast-a FLAME!

TO VALENTINE.

ATTERBURY.

ON THE RETURN OF SPRING.

HAIL, best of Bishops, and of Saints the best, By flaming Love distinguished from the rest; By love, the life in heaven, and business of the blest.

Love made the world! 'Twas love alone could

draw

The disagreeing seeds to Nature's law;

Heaven saw the effects of love, and bless'd them when it saw.

Hence, mighty Saint, thy power derived from Love,

Thy great commission reaches all above;

And earth and sea beneath, and all that live and

move.

Thou call'st the flowers! they feel the glad command;

On sunny banks in smiling rows they stand, Broke from their mother's womb, and dress'd by Nature's hand.

By thee the birds salute the welcome Spring, Inspir'd by thee and Love, in pairs they sing: With music and with joy the woods and valleys ring.

Fierce tigers yield to thee! To hear thy voice The gentle hind and rugged bears rejoice; And fishes scud the waves, to meet their happy choice.