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Cruel duty bids me go,
Gentle love commands me stay ;
Shall I this or that obey ?
Ever by these crystal streams
I could sit and hear thee sigh ;
O'tis worse than death to fly :
Strephon, if you love me, leave me;
If you stay, I am undone ;
Pri’thee, charming swain, be gone.
When first I saw thee graceful move,
Ah me, what meant my throbbing breast? Say, soft confusion, art thou love?
If love thou art, then farewell rest !
Since doom'd I am to love thee, fair,
Tho' hopeless of a warm return, Yet kill me not with cold despair,
But let me live, and let me burn.
With gentle smiles assuage the pain
Those gentle smiles did first create; And, tho' you cannot love again,
In pity, oh! forbear to hate.
I did but look and love awhile,
'Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
To sigh, to wish, is all my ease;
Sighs, which do heat impart Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.
O! would your pity give my heart
A corner of your breast, "Twould learn of yours the winning art, And quickly steal the rest.
OTWAY. TO CUPID
ON TALENTINE'S DAY.
Come, thou rosy-dimpled boy,
Haste to Sylvia, haste away,
Only while we love, we live,
Lesbia, live to love and pleasure,
Careless what the grave may say: When each moment is a treasure,
Why should lovers lose a day?
Setting suns shall rise in glory;
But when little life is o'er, There's an end of all the story;
We shall sleep, to wake no more.
Give me then a thousand kisses,
Twice ten thousand more bestow, Till the sum of boundless blisses Neither we, nor envy know. *
Wuen Fanny blooming fair
First caught my ravisht sight, Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a strange delight : Whilst eagerly I gazed,
Admiring every part, And every feature praised, She stole into my
In her bewitching eyes
Ten thousand loves appear ; There Cupid basking lies,
His shafts are hoarded there : Her blooming cheeks are dyed
With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride
Of roses newly blown.