SONG IV. The SKY-LARK. G O, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies, TO DAPHNE'S window speed thy way; And there on quiv'ring pinions rise, And there thy vocal art display. And if fhe deign thy notes to hear, Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, What are his notes compar❜d to thine? Then bid her treat yon witlefs beau, Who fings her praife, and fings forlorn, SONG SONG V. Ab! ego non aliter triftes evincere morbos 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 seasons bring? 'Tis true, my vine so fresh and fair, green a field! My Might well expect one parting figh; But ere I ask once more to view Inform me, fwains; my friends, declare, SONG SONG VI. The Attribute of VENUS. ES; FULVIA is like VENUS fair YE ; 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, And give me back my angry vow? Love is an April's doubtful day: And quite forget the flitting fhow'r. The flow'rs, that hung their languid head, The sprightly birds, that droop'd no less In every raptur'd note, express The joy I feel when thou art kind, SONG |