To fum up all the rage of fate In the two things I dread and hate, } Thus, on his Celia's panting breast, Fond Celadon his foul expreft; While with delight the lovely maid Receiv'd the vows, the thus repaid: 25 Hope of my age, joy of my youth, Bleft miracle of love and truth; All that could e'er be counted mine, My love and life, long fince are thine : A real joy I never knew, Till I believ'd thy passion true: A real grief I ne'er can find, Till thou prov'ft perjur'd, or unkind. 30 } Bleft with thy prefence, I can bear. Had I a wish that did not bear 40 The ftamp and image of my dear; 46 No: Venus fhall my witness be, O happy thefe of human race! place. While she, his absence to bemoan, The very moment he was gone, Call'd Thyrfis from beneath the bed! MORAL. 60 WHILE men have these ambitious fancies; And wanton wenches read romances; The moral of the tale I fing (A pofy for a wedding-ring) In this fhort verfe will be confin'd: 70 THE GARLAND. BY THE SAME. I. THE pride of every grove I chose, II. At morn the nymph vouchsaft to place III. The flow'rs she wore along the day : And ev'ry nymph and fhepherd said, That in her hair they lookt more gay Than glowing in their native bed. IV. Undreft at evening, when the found 5 10 16 V. That eye dropt sense distinct and clear, any Mufe's tongue could speak, As When from its lid a pearly tear Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek. VI. Diffembling what I knew too well, My love, my life, faid I, explain This change of humour: pr'ythee tell : That falling tear-what does it mean? VII. She figh'd; fhe fmil'd: and to the flow'rs VIII. Ah me! the blooming pride of May, And that of beauty, are but one: IX. gay; At dawn poor Stella danc'd and fung; At night her fatal knell was rung; I faw, and kiss'd her in her fhrowd. 21 26 30 35 X. Such as fhe is, who dy'd to-day; A LOVER'S ANGER. 40 BY THE SAME. As Cloe came into the room t'other day, I peevish began; Where fo long could you ftay? In your life-time you never regarded your hour: You promis'd at two; and (pray look, child) 'tis four. A lady's watch needs neither figures nor wheels; 5 'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with baubles and feals. A temper fo heedlefs no mortal can bear Thus far I went on with a refolute air. Lord blefs me! faid fhe; let a body but speak : Here's an ugly hard rose-bud fall'n into my neck: It has hurt me, and vext me to fuch a degree— See here for you never believe me; pray fee, |