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My friends, that each in kindness vie,
But ere I ask once more to view
S O N G VI.
VI. The Attribute of Venus.
YES; FULVIA is like Venus fair ;
Has all her bloom, and shape, and air :
The crown majestic Juno wore ;
Her train was form’d of smiles and loves,
Then smile, my fair ; and all whose aim
T That willing frown has left her brow:
HE lovely Delia smiles again!
That killing frown has left her brow: Can she forgive my jealous pain,
And give me back my angry vow ?
Love is an April's doubtful day :
Awhile we see the tempeft low'r; Anon the radiant heav'n survey,
And quite forget the fitting show'r.
The flow'rs, that hung their languid head,
Are burnish’d by the transient rains ; The vincs their wonted tendrils spread,
And double verdure gilds the plains.
The sprightly birds, that droop'd no less
Beneath the pow'r of rain and wind, In every raptur'd note, express
The joy I feel---when thou art kind,
HEN bright RoxaNA treads the green,
In all the pride of dress and mien;
, The lilies droop, the roses die.
But when, disclaiming art, the fair
O lovely maid ! propitious hear,
SONG IX. 1743. VALENTINE'S DAY.
IS said that under distant skies,
the fact deny;
Becomes his deity.
Perhaps a lily, or a rose,
That shares the morning's ray,
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 sov’reign flow'r.
Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough,
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.