Narrat (avertat Deus inquit omen)
Hofpitem notæ periiffe Mitra;

Narrat immerfam prope limen urbis

Flumine cymbam.

Narratat portis meus Hinton astať, Nuncius Pricket redit, avocat me

Sherwin, & fcribendæ aliò requirunt

Mille tabellæ.

爽爽

Jenny, poft Hinton, comitum tuorum
Primus, ante omnes mihi gratulandus,

Qui tibi totus vacat, & vacabit,

Nec vetat Uxor.

Hæc ego lufi properante musâ,

Lesbia vatis numeros fecutus,

Si novi quid fit, meliùs docebit

Sermo pedeftris,

P. S.

Canitant mecum Comites Terna,

Multa qui de te memorant culullos

Inter, & pulli, vice literarum,

Crus tibi mittunt.

THE

COMPLAINT.

CELIA to DAMON.

IN

Which fome Lines of Remond's Alexias are imitated.

I

By Mr BRO O ME.

Who was once the Glory of the Plain,

The fairest Virgin of the Virgin Train;

Am now (by thee, O faithless Man! betray'd)
A fal'n, a loft, a miferable Maid,

Ye Winds, that witness to my fad Despair,
Receive my Sighs, and waft them thro' the Air,
And gently breath them to my Damon's Ear!

Curs'd,

Curs'd ever curs'd be that unlucky Day,
When trembling at my Feet the Charmer lay,
When with foft Sighs he stole my Heart away!
Ye heedlefs Virgins, gaze not on his Eyes;
Lovely they are, but fhe that gazes dies.
Ye' Arcadian Nymphs that find him as he ftrays,
Fly from his Voice, nor credit what he says;
Charms has his Voice, but charming he betrays.
At every Word, each motion of his Eye,

A thousand Loves are born,a Thousand Lovers die.
Say, gentle Youths, ye bleft Arcadian Swains,
Inhabitants of these delightful Plains,

Say if with you my Fugitive remains!

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To thee, dear Wanderer, where'er you stray,
Wild with Despair, impatient of Delay,
Swift on the Wings of Love, I'd take the deftin'd
I'd then inform you of your Calia's Cares,
And try the Eloquence of Female Tears:

Fearless

Fearless I'd pafs where Defolation reigns,

And tread the dufty Soil, the defart Lybian Plains.
Or where the South his furious Pinions tries,
And every Hurricane difturbs the Skies!

Shou'd all the Monsters that Getulia bred
Oppose the Paffage of a tender Maid,
My Damon calls, I cannot be afraid!

Bold was Thaleftris, and her Arrows flew

Swift and unerring from the twanging Yew;

And I, when Love infpires, can wonders do.
If o'er the dreary Caucafus you go,

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Or Mountains crown'd with everlasting Snow;

Ev'n there with you I cou'd fecurely rest,
And dare all Cold but in my Damon's Breast.
Or if you shou'd to India take your way,

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Where rifing Phebus ushers in the Day;
There,there,with thee I'd dwell; and Calia's flames

Shou'd yanquish Phabus, and out-fhine his Beams.

Or