One care indeed her gentle bosom knows,

(But sweet that care, nor hoftile to repose,)

What time her lambkins crop the graffy mead,
With kind regards her fhepherd's flame to feed-
Not him by men below, or stars above

Doom'd for her lord, but him ordain'd by Love:

Close by whofe fide, beneath fome myrtle's fhade,
In amorous converse fits the love-fick maid,

Wooing and woo'd; meantime her tongue reveals

Each warm affection, which her bofom feels,

Nor aims by wily words to cheat the fwain,

Nor what her bofom feels not, knows to feign

Poor yet content!

this is indeed to live,

Free from those daily deaths that disappointments give!

A

G

ASON G.

From METASTASIO.

FEARFUL LO V E.

ENTLE zephyr as you fly,

If you kifs my fair-one's ear,

Whisper foft that you're a figh;

But from whofe heart fhe must not hear.
Limpid rill, if e'er my love,
Near thy gurgling runnel rove;
Murmur that from tears you rise,

But tell her not from whofe fad eyes.

T

BY THE SAME.

HE wounded Lion, when the vital fire

From his pain'd breaft he finds with speed retire,

Feels his great heart unshaken as before,

And still with dauntless eyes furveys the bleeding fore.
Breathing tremendous threats, and fierce difdain,
With his fell roar he shakes th' echoing plain :
And, by his fury ftruck with dumb furprize,
Th' affrighted hunter trembles while he dies,

DESCRIZIONE

DELLE

BELLEZZE D' ARMID A.

Dal TAS SO.

LA bella Armida di fua forma altera,

E de doni del feffo, e dell etate

L'imprefa prende, e in sù la prima sera
Parte, e tiene fol vie chiufe e celate;

E 'n treccia e 'n gonna femminile spera
Vincer popoli invitti, e fchiere armate;

Mà fon del fuo partir tra 'l volgo ad arte
Diverse voci poi diffufe, e fparte.

Dopo

DESCRIPTION

OF THE

BEAUTY OF ARMIDA.

From TASSO.

VAIN of each charm that conscious beauty knows,

Beams from the eye, or o'er the bofom glows,
The great attempt the virgin burns t'affay -
The ev'ning ftar beholds her fecret way.
Ah, can the flowing robe, the wanton trefs,
And all the nice disorder of her dress,
Undaunted chiefs in ranks of battle brave,
And hearts unconquer'd can a glance enslave?
Soon artful whispers murmur through the host,
Report out-runs report, and fame on fame is loft.