Then forever thy fame would I speak- Ah! whisper kind love in her ear, And sweetly my wishes impart ; Say, the swain who adores her is near, WOLCOTT. I PR'Y THEE send me back my heart, For if from yours you will not part, Yet, now I think on 't, let it lie, Why should two hearts in one breast lie, O Love! where is thy sympathy If thus our breasts thou sever? But But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out; For, when I think I'm best resolved, Then I am most in doubt. Then farewell, care, and farewell, woe! For I'll believe I have her heart As much as she has mine. WHILST I fondly view the charmer, Thus the God of Love I sue: "Shape and feature, flame and passion Still in every breast will move : SUCKLING. More More is supererogation, Mere idolatry of love: You may dress a world of CHLOES In the beauty she can spare: "Foolish mortal, pray be easy;" "Were FLORELLA proud and sour, WHILE STREPHON in his pride of youth To me alone profest I lodged him near my yielding heart, The wanderer now I lose, or share Who makes the heart of man her care Our charms on them we vainly prove, A thousand tyrants reign. WOMAN, WOMAN, thoughtless, giddy creature, Most fantastic work of Nature, "Slave to every changing passion, "Lovely trifle, dear illusion, Conquering weakness, wisht-for pain, Thus, deriding beauty's power, BEVIL call'd it all a cheat; But in less than half an hour Kneel'd and whined at CELIA 's feet. A WRETCH |