Then the Queen, over-hearing what Betty did say,
Would fend Mr. Roper to take her away.

V.

But to those that have had my dear Bess in their arms, She's gentle, and knows how to foften her charms; And to every beauty can add a new grace, Having learn'd how to lifp, and to trip in her pace; And with head on one fide, and a languishing eye, To kill us by looking as if she would die.

S

N

G.

1.

AY the ambitious ever find

MAY

Success in crowds and noise,

While gentle love does fill my mind
With filent real joys!

II.

May knaves and fools grow rich and great,
And the world think them wise,

While I lie dying at her feet,

And all the world despise.

III.

Let conquering kings new triumphs raise,
And melt in Court delights;

Her eyes can give much brighter days,
Her arms much softer nights.

A FRENCH

A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED.

IN

N gray-hair'd Cælia's wither'd arms
As mighty Lewis lay,

She cry'd, If I have any charms,
My dearest, let's away.

For you, my Love, is all my fear!
Hark! how the drums do rattle!
Alas, Sir! what should you do here
In dreadful day of battle?

Let little Orange stay and fight,
For danger 's his diverfion ;
The wife will think you in the right,
Not to expofe your perfon :

Nor vex your thoughts how to repair
The ruins of your glory;
You ought to leave fo mean a care
To those who pen your story.

Are not Boileau and Corneille paid
For panegyric writing?

They know how heroes may be made,
Without the help of fighting.

When foes too faucily approach,

'Tis beft to leave them fairly: Put fix good horses to your coach, And carry me to Marly.

Let

Let Bouflers, to fecure your fame,

Go take fome town or buy it;
Whilft you, great Sir, at Nôtredame,
Te Deum fing in quiet.

PHYLLIS, the fairest of Love's foes,

Though fiercer than a dragon,

Phyllis, that scorn'd the powder'd beaux,.
What has she now to brag on?
So long fhe kept her legs fo close,
Till they had fcarce a rag on.

Compell'd through want, this wretched maid
Did fad complaints begin;
Which furly Strephon hearing, faid,

It was both fhame and fin,

To pity fuch a lazy jade,

As will neither play nor fpin.

D°

ORINDA's fparkling wit and eyes, United, caft too fierce a light, Which blazes high, but quickly dies, Pains not the heart, but hurts the fight.

Love is a calmer, gentler joy,

Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace;

Her Cupid is a black-guard boy,

That runs his link full in

your

face.

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O N

N G.

SYLVIA, methinks you are unfit
For your great lord's embrace;

For though we all allow you wit,

We can't a handfome face.

Then where 's the pleasure, where's the good,
Of fpending time and cott?

For if your wit ben't understood,

Your keeper's blifs is loft.

S

N

G.

I.

HYLLIS, for fhame let us improve

PHY

A thoufand different ways,

Thofe few fhort moments fnatch'd by love,

From many tedious days.

11.

If you want courage to defpife

The cenfure of the grave,

Though Love's a tyrant in your eyes,

Your heart is but a flave.

III.

My love is full of noble pride,
Nor can it e'er fubmit,

To let that fop, Difcretion, ride
In triumph over it.

IV.

False friends I have, as well as you,

Who daily counsel me

Fame and Ambition to pursue,

And leave off loving thee.

CORYDON beneath a willow,

By a murmuring current laid,

His arm reclin'd, the lover's pillow,
Thus address'd the charming maid.

O! my Sachariffa, tell

II.

How could Nature take delight, That a heart fo hard fhould dwell

In a frame fo soft and white.

III. Could