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Does it not more afflict
Τ Η Ε
G A R L A N D..
THE pride of every grove I chose,
The violet sweet, and lily fair,
Upon her brow the various wreath;
And every nymph and shepherd faid,
Their odours loft, their colours past;
That eye dropt sense distinct and clear,
VI. Dissembling what I knew top well,
My love, my life, said I, explain
Pointing, the lovely Moralist said;
And that of Beauty, are but one :
The amorous youth around her bow'd;
Such I, alas! may be to-morrow :
The justice of thiy Cloe's sorrow.
Fall uncontrould, my tears, and free:
Shall lie wrapt up, evin in my hearse;
My answer to thy dubious verse.
Answer to CLOE JEALOUS, in the same Stile;
the AUTHOR fick.
Dear idol of my panting heart,
last adieu, Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear; Left yet my half-clos'd
eye may view,
For ever be thy bosom freed :
Content I haften to the dead,
Shall with his amorous parly move thee;
Who dying thus, perfifts to love thee.
Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Pr’ythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff fays) Let us ev’n talk a little like folks of this world.
11. How canst thou presume, thou hast leave to deftroy
The beauties, which Venus but lent to thy keeping? Those looks were design d to inspire love and joy : More ordinary eyes may serve people for weeping.
Your judgment at once, and my passion, you wrong : You take that for fact, which will scarce be found wit: Od's-life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
IV. What I speak, my fair Cloe, and what I write, fhews
The difference there is betwixt nature and art : I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose :
And they have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart."
The LADY who offers her LOOKING-GLASS
to Venus. Taken from an Epigram of PLATO. VENUS, take iny votive glass;
Since I am not what I was ; What from this day I shall be, Venus, let me never see.
JE AL OU S.
Vext Cloe to her shepherd said ;
II. For mind I what
you late have writ?
The general power that beauty has :