II.
Time, I dare thee to difcover Such a youth, and fuch a lover; Oh! fo true, fo kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon liv'd alone for me; Melting kiffes,
Murmuring bliffes :
Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!
Never fhall we curfe the morning,
Never blefs the night returning,
Sweet embraces to restore:
Never fhall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love fupplying
All the joys he drain'd before :
Death come end me
To befriend me;
Love and Damon are no more.
YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,
Felt an innocent warmth, as the lay on the green: She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething the guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast: She faw the men eager, but was at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo close; By their praying and whining,
And clafping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kiffing,
And fighing and kiffing so close.
Ah! fhe cry'd; ah for a languishing maid,
In a country of Chriftians, to die without aid!
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,
Or a Proteftant parfon, or Catholic priest,
To inftruct a young virgin, that is at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo clofe!
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kiffing,
And fighing and kiffing fo clofe.
Cupid in shape of a swain did appear,
He faw the fad wound, and in pity drew near;
Then fhow'd her his arrow and bid her not fear
bear
may
For the pain was no more than a maiden
When the balm was infus'd, fhe was not at a lofs,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo clofe;
By their praying and whining,
And clafping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kiffing,
And fighing and kiffing fo close.
Choir of bright beauties in fpring did appear,
To choose a May-lady to govern the year;
All the nymphs were in white, and the fhepherds in green;
The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen:
But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did fay,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.
While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our shore,
The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more:
The foft God of pleasure, that warm'd our defires,
Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires :
And vows that himself, and his mother, will mourn,
'Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.
Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more;
For we will perform what the Deity swore :
But if you dare think of deferving our charms,
Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms :
Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn,
When Pan, and his fon, and fair Syrinx, return,
AIR, fweet and young, receive a prize
Referv'd for your victorious eyes:
From crouds, whom at your feet you
fee,
O pity, and diftinguish me!
As I from thoufand beauties more
Diftinguish you, and only you adore.
II.
Your face for conqueft was defign'd,
Your every motion charms my mind;
Angels, when you your filence break,
Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,
Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you.
No graces can your form improve,
But all are loft, unless you love ;
While that sweet paffion you difdain,
Your veil and beauty are in vain :
In pity then prevent my fate,
For after dying all reprieve's too late.
HIGH fate and honours to others impart,
But give me your heart:
That treafure, that treasure alone,
I beg for my own.
So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire,
My foul does inspire;
That treasure, that treasure alone,
I beg for my own.
Your love let me crave;
Give me in poffeffing
So matchlefs a bleffing;
That empire is all I would have.
Love's my petition,
All my ambition;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a lover,
So real a flame,
I'll die, I'll die,
So give up my game.
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