PURSUING beauty, men descrystals The distant shore, and long to prove (Still richer in variety) The treasures of the land of love. We women like weak Indians stand, But she who trades with them is lost. With humble vows they first begin, For beads and bawbles we resign In ignorance our shining store; Discover nature's richest mine, And yet the tyrants will have more. Be wise, be wise, and do not try How he can court, or you be won; For love is but discovery; When that is made, the pleasure's done. R 2 COME, COME, tell me where the maid is found 3 A Whose heart can love without ars IIA deceit, a voi ha And I will range the world around, To sigh one moment at her feet. Oh! tell me where's her sainted home, A pilgrimage of years I'll roam To catch one sparkle of her eye! And if her cheek be rosy bright, While truth within her bosom lies, w I'll gaze upon her morn and night, Till my heart leave me through my eyes! Show me on earth a thing so rare, I'll own all miracles are true: To make one mind sincere and fair, Oh! 'tis the utmost Heaven can do!! LITTLE. STELLA and FLAVIA every hour Do various hearts surprise ;= 95599) In STELLA's soul is all her power,daddy! And FLAVIA's in her eyes. 9 anagra More 3 AMATORY SONGS. More boundless FLAVIA'S conquests are, And more confined; All can discern a face that's fair, But few a heavenly mind. STELLA like Britain's monarch reigns Like eastern tyrants FLAVIA deigns To rule o'er barren sands. Then boast, fair FLAVIA, boast thy face, Thy beauty's only store, Each day that makes thy charms decrease Will yield to STELLA more. 245 MRS. PILKINGTON. CHLORIS, yourself you so excel, When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, 334 That, like a spirit, with this spell Of my own teaching I am caught. The eagle's fate and mine are one, Wherewith he used to soar so high. Had Had Echo with so sweet a gracenia mark Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burn'd. WALLER. IN vain, dear CHLOE, you suggest Or loved a fairer she; Would you with ease at once be cured -If then you think that I can find But if impartial you will prove If in my way I should by chance I like but while I view ; How How slight the glance, how faint the kiss, Which I receive from you!aria With wanton flight the curious bee So, my fond fancy to employ From nymph to nymph I roam; Perhaps see fifty in a day: These are but visits that I pay, For CHLOE is my home. SIR W. YONGE. SHOULD Some perverse malignant star Let not my lovely fair repine The |