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Soon or late they both will find

Time their idol from them sever; He must leave his gold behind,

Lock'd within his grave for ever.

CELIA's fate will still be worse,

When her fading charms deceive her, Vain desire will be her curse

When no mortal will relieve her. CELIA, hoard thy charms no more, Beauty's like the miser's treasure ; Taste a little of thy store;

What is beauty without pleasure?

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As the snow in valleys lying,
Phoebus his warm beams applying,
Soon dissolves and runs away;

So the beauties, so the graces
Of the most bewitching faces

At approaching age decay.

As a tyrant when degraded

Is despis'd and is upbraided

By the slaves he once control'd;

So

So the nymph, if none could move her, Is contemn'd by every lover

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When her charms are growing old.

Melancholic looks and whining,
Grieving, quarrelling and pining

Are th' effects your rigours move;
Soft caresses, amorous glances,
Melting sighs, transporting trances,
Are the blest effects of love.

Fair ones, while your beauty's blooming Use your time, lest age resuming

What your youth profusely lends, You are robb'd of all your glories, And condemn'd to tell old stories

To your unbelieving friends.

CELIA, too late you would repent;
The offering all your store
Is now but like a pardon sent

To one that's dead before.

While at first you cruel proved,
And grant the bliss too late,
You hinder'd me of one I loved
To give me one I hate.

I thought you innocent as fair,
When first my court I made;
But when your falsehoods plain appear,
My love no longer stay'd.

Your bounty of those favours shown
Whose worth you first deface,

Is melting valued medals down,
And giving us the brass.

Oh! since the thing we beg's a toy,

By lovers prized alone,

Why cannot women grant the joy

Before our love is gone?

If the quick spirit of your eye,

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Now languish, and anon must die;

WALSH.

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If every sweet and every gracevd ProduT
Must fly from that forsaken face; I dro
Then, CELIA, let its reup our joys

Ere time such goodly fruit destroys. 2

Or if that golden fleece must grownd
For ever free from aged snowy

If those bright suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauty ever fade;

Then, CELIA, fear not to bestow
What still being gather'd, still must grow.

Thus either Time his sickle brings

In vain, or else in vain his wings.

CAEW.

LATE when love I seem'd to slight,

PHYLLIS smiled, as well she might;

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"Now," said she, "our throne may tremble, Men our province now invade,

Men take up our royal trade,

Men, even men, do now dissemble,

In the dust our empire's laid.”

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Mistress sounded arbitrary; So I chose to hide my flames Friendship, a discreeter name;

But she scorns one jot to vary, She will love, or nothing, claim.

Be a lover, or pretend,

Rather than the warmest friend;

Friendship of another kind is,

Swedish coin of gross allay,

A cart-load will scarce defray;

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Love, one grain is worth the Indies,

Only love is current pay.

AH! CHLORIS, Could I now but sit

As unconcern'd as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No happiness nor pain!
When I this dawning did admire,

And praised the coming day, t
I little thought that rising fire

Would take my rest away.

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