III. Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more; VII. A SON G. I. FAIR, fweet, and young, receive a prize Referv'd for your victorious eyes: From crowds, whom at your feet you fee, As I from thoufand beauties more II. Your face for conqueft was defign'd, Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you, No graces can your form improve, A SONG, VIII. A SON G. HIGH ftate and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, Give me in poffeffing So matchlefs a bleffing; Love's my petition, All my ambition; To reward your faithful fwain. Cloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain: Kifs me, dear, before my dying; Kifs me once, and ease my pain! IV. Cloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain: But, repenting, and complying, When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again: Kifs'd him up before his dying; Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain. VOL, XIX. P A SONG. X. A SON G. I. Go tell Amynta, gentle fwain, I would not die, nor dare complain: What dying lovers dare not say. II. A figh or tear, perhaps, fhe'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, XL. A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. I. ASK not the caufe, why fullen Spring So long delays her flowers to bear; Thy warbling birds forget to fing, Chloris Chloris is gone, and fate provides To make it Spring, where she refides. II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; To figh, to languish, and to die: III. Great god of love, why hast thou made And change the laws of every land? Thou shouldft have made her mercy more, When Chloris to the temple comes, |