SONG IV. The SKY-LARK. G O, tuneful bird, that glad'ft the skies, TO DAPHNE'S window speed thy way; And if the deign thy notes to hear, Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, But ask the lovely partial maid, What are his notes compar❜d to thine? Then bid her treat yon witlefs beau, And lend an ear to DAMON's woe, Who fings her praise, and fings forlorn. SONG SONG V, Ab! ego non aliter triftes evincere morbos O N every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain! Nor flow'ry plain, nor budding tree, What bliss to me can feafons bring? 'Tis true, my vine fo fresh and fair, My friends, that each in kindness vie, But ere I afk once more to view Inform me, fwains; my friends, declare, SONG SONG VI. The Attribute of Venus. ES; FULVIA is like VENUS fair; YES Has all her bloom, and fhape, and air: But ftill, to perfect every grace, She wants the fmile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore; Her train was form'd of fmiles and loves, Then smile, my fair; and all whose aim SONG SONG VII. 1744. HE lovely DELIA fmiles again! TH That killing frown has left her brow: Can fhe forgive my jealous pain, Love is an April's doubtful day : And quite forget the flitting fhow'r. The flow'rs, that hung their languid hèad, The fprightly birds, that droop'd no less In every raptur'd note, exprefs The joy I feel when thou art kind, SONG |