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WHEN your beauty appears

In its graces and airs,

All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky;
At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears,

So strangely you dazzle my eye!

But when without art

Your kind thoughts you impart,

When your love runs in blushes thro' every vein ; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your

heart,

Then I know you're a woman again.

"There's a passion and pride In our sex," she replied,

"And thus, might I gratify both, would I do; Still an angel appear to each lover beside,

But yet be a woman to you."

PARNEL.

As AMORET with PHYLLIS sat
One evening on the plain,
And saw the gentle STREPHON wait
To tell the nymph his pain,
The threatening danger to remove,
She whisper'd in her car,
"Ah PHYLLIS! if you would not love,
That shepherd do not hear.

"None ever had so strange an art
His passion to convey
Into a list'ning virgin's heart,
And steal her soul away.

Fly, fly betimes, for fear you give
Occasion for your fate."

"In vain," said she, “in vain I strive;

Alas! 'tis now too late."

SIR CARR SCROPE.

CAN love be controled by advice?
Can madness and reason agree?
O MOLLY, who'd ever be wise,

If madness is loving of thee?
Let sages pretend to despise

The joys they want spirits to taste; Let us seize old Time as he flies,

And the blessings of life while they last.

Dull wisdom but adds to our cares;
Brisk love will improve ev'ry joy;
Too soon we may meet with gray hairs,
Too late may repent being coy.
Then, MOLLY, for what should we stay
Till our best blood begins to run cold?
Our youth we can have but today,

We may always find time to grow old.

L

BERKELEY.

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THINK no more, my gentle maid,

To withhold the promised treasure: Can thy tongue delay persuade,

While thine eyes persuade to pleasure? Long, too long, thine arts have strove

'Gainst my love to arm my reason; Pleading youth in bar of love

Is in Cupid's court a treason.

While from day to day I spy

Some new charm its sweets disclosing,

Thought presents to fancy's eye

What from day to day I'm losing, Shall the budded rose expand

On the air its beauties wasting, Cropt by no desiring hand,

None its early fragrance tasting?

Gentle maid, resign thy fears;

Or, if fears thou must be feeling, Dread the silent theft of years,

Youth, and joy, and beauty stealing.

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Shield thee, shield thee in my arms
From the fiend all bliss destroying;
Make me guardian of thy charms ;
I'll secure them-by enjoying.

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WHY, cruel creature, why so bent

To vex a tender heart?

To gold and title you relent;
Love throws in vain his dart.

Let glittering fops in courts be great,
For pay let armies move;
Beauty should have no other bait
But gentle vows and love.

If on those endless charms you lay
The value that's their due,'
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,

A thousand worlds too few.

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