My friends, that each in kindness vie,
Might well expect one parting figh;
Might well demand one tender tear;
For when was DAMON unfincere?

But ere I afk once more to view
Yon fetting fun his race renew,

Inform me, fwains; my friends, declare,
Will pitying DELIA join the prayer?

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SONG VI. The Attribute of VENUS.

ES; FULVIA is like VENUS fair;

YE

Has all her bloom, and shape, and air:

But ftill, to perfect every grace,

She wants the fmile upon her face.

The crown majestic Juno wore;

And CYNTHIA's brow the crefcent bore,
An helmet mark'd MINERVA's mien,
But fmiles diftinguish'd beauty's queen.

Her train was form'd of fmiles and loves,
Her chariot drawn by gentleft doves;
And from her zone, the nymph may find,
'Tis beauty's province to be kind.

Then fmile, my fair; and all whose aim
Afpires to paint the Cyprian dame,
Or bid her breathe in living stone,
Shall take their forms from you alone.

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SONG VII. 1744.

HE lovely DELIA fmiles again!

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:
Awhile we fee the tempeft low'r;
Anon the radiant heav'n furvey,

And quite forget the flitting fhow'r.

The flow'rs, that hung their languid head,
Are burnifh'd by the tranfient rains;
The vines their wonted tendrils fpread,
And double verdure gilds the plains.

The sprightly birds, that droop'd no lefs
Beneath the pow'r of rain and wind,

In every raptur'd note, exprefs

The joy I feel when thou art kind,

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HEN bright ROXANA treads the green, In all the pride of drefs and mien; Averse to freedom, love, and play, The dazzling rival of the day: None other beauty ftrikes mine eye, The lilies droop, the roses die.

But when, difclaiming art, the fair
Affumes a foft engaging air;
Mild as the opening morn of May,
Familiar, friendly, free and gay:
The scene improves, where'er fhe goes,
More fweetly fmile the pink and rofe.

O lovely maid! propitious hear,
Nor deem thy fhepherd infincere ;
Pity a wild illusive flame,

That varies objects ftill the fame :
And let their very changes prove
The never-vary'd force of love.

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SONG IX. 1743. VALENTINE'S DAY.

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AIS faid that under diftant skies,
Nor you the fact deny;

What first attracts an Indian's eyes
Becomes his deity.

Perhaps a lily, or a rose,

That shares the morning's ray, May to the waking swain difclofe The regent of the day.

Perhaps a plant in yonder grove,
Enrich'd with fragrant pow'r,

May tempt his vagrant eyes to rove,
Where blooms the fov'reign flow'r.

Perch'd on the cedar's topmoft bough,
And gay with gilded wings,
Perchance, the patron of his vow,
Some artless linnet fings.

The swain surveys her pleas'd, afraid,

Then low to earth he bends; And owns upon her friendly aid,

His health, his life depends.

Vain