On the Friendship betwixt SA CHARISSA and T AMORET. By Mr WALLER. ELL me, lovely loving pair! Why fo kind, and so severe ? Why fo careless of our care, By this cunning change of hearts, Can arrive at neither foul. For in vain to either breaft Still beguiled Love does come : Where he finds a foreign gueft; Debtors thus with like defign, When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline, Not the filver doves that fly, Yok'd in Cytherea's car; Not the wings that lift fo high; Are fo lovely, fweet, and fair, Or do more ennoble love; Are fo choicely match'd a pair, or with more confent do move. Оп а GIRDLE. T By the fame. HAT which her flender waift confin'd, It was my heav'n's extremeft fphere, A narrow compafs! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair: Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the fun goes round. Q 2 ORI. ORIENTAL ECLOGUES. By Mr. COLLINS. E CLOGUE I. SELIM; OR, THE SHEPHERD'S MORAL. SCENE, A VALLEY NEAR BAGDAT. TIME, THE MORNING. E Perfian maids, attend your poet's lays, YE And hear how fhepherds pafs their golden days. Not all are bleft, whom fortune's hand fuftains With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: When wanton gales along the valleys play, Breathe on each flower, and bear their fweets away; By Tigris' wandering waves he fat, and fung Ye Perfian dames, he faid, to you belong, Boaft but the worth Baffora's pearls display; Self-flattering fex! your hearts believe in vain That love fhall blind, when once he fires the fwain ; Or hope a lover by your faults to win, As spots on ermin beautify the skin : Who feeks fecure to rule, be firft her care Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair; Bleft were the days, when Wisdom held her reign, And fhepherds fought her on the filent plain; With truth fhe wedded in the fecret grove, Immortal truth, and daughters blefs'd their love. Loft to our fields, for fo the fates ordain, Come thou, whofe thoughts as limpid fprings are clear, Here make thy court amidst our rural scene, With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, Diftrufting all, a wife fufpicious maid; But man the moft-not more the mountain doe Cold is her breaft, like flowers that drink the dew; A filken veil conceals her from the view. But faith, whose heart is fix'd on one alone: And Love the laft: by thefe your hearts approve, |