III. How can I fee You, and not love; While You as op'ning East are fair? While cold as Northern Blafts You prove; How can I love, and not defpair? IV, The Wretch in double Fetters bound Your Potent Mercy may release: Soon, if my Love but once were crown'd, ་ N vain You tell your parting Lover, IN །་ You wish fair Winds may waft Him over. Alas! what Winds can happy prove, That bear Me far from what I love? Alas! what Dangers on the Main Can equal Those that I fuftain, From flighted Vows, and cold Difdain? Be gentle, and in Pity choofe THE THE DESPAIRING SHEPHERD. ALEXIS fhun'd his Fellow Swains, Their rural Sports, and jocund Strains: The Nymphs and Shepherds round Him came: The fatal Cause All kindly feek: CLORINDA came among the rest, And ask'd the Reafon of his Woe: She fear'd too much to know. The Shepherd rais'd his mournful Head; While I the cruel Truth reveal? Which nothing from my Breaft fhou'd tears Which never fhou'd offend Your Ear, But that You bid Me tell. 'Tis 'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since You appear'd upon the Plain; You are the Caufe of all my Care: Your Eyes ten thousand Dangers dart: Ten thousand Torments vex My Heart: I love, and I defpair. Too much, ALEXIS, I have heard: And yet I pardon You, She cry'd: But You shall promise ne'er again To the Honourable CHARLES MONTAGUE, Esq; I. HOWE'ER, 'tis well, that while Mankind He can Imagin'd Pleasures find, To combat against Real Cares. II. Fancies and Notions He purfues, Which ne'er had Being but in Thought: Each, like the GRACIAN Artist, woo's The Image He himself has wrought. 1. III. Against III. Against Experience He believes ; He argues against Demonftration Pleas'd, when his Reafon He deceives; The hoary Fool, who many Days Has ftruggl'd with continu'd Sorrow, Renews his Hope, and blindly lays The defp'rate Bett upon to Morrow. V. To Morrow comes: 'tis Noon, 'tis Night; This Day like all the former flies: Yet on He runs, to feek Delight To Morrow, 'till to Night He dies. VI. Our Hopes, like tow'ring Falcons, aim The little Pleasure of the Game Is from afar to view the Flight. VII. Our anxious Pains We, all the Day, In fearch of what We like, employ: Scorning at Night the worthlefs Prey, We find the Labour gave the Joy. VIII. At Distance thro' an artful Glafs To the Mind's Eye Things well appear: They lofe their Forms, and make a Mafs Confus'd and black, if brought too near. H IX. If IX. If We fee right, We fee our Woes: The only Wretched are the Wise. X. We weary'd should lye down in Death: This Cheat of Life would take no more; HYMN to the the SUN. Set by Dr. PURCEL, And Sung before their MAJESTIE 3 On New-Years-Day, 1694. I. LIGHT of the World, and Ruler of the Year, That in fair ALBION Thou haft feen The greatest Prince, the brightest Queen, That ever fav'da Land, or bleft a Throne, Since first Thy Beams were spread, or Genial Power was [known. |