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? As the snow in valleys lying, So the beauties, so the graces 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 1. A When her charms are growing old. Melancholic looks and whining, Are th' effects your rigours move; 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; To one that's dead before. While at first you cruel proved, I thought you innocent as fair, Your bounty of those favours shown Is melting valued medals down, 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, F Now languish, and anon must die; WALSH. If If every sweet and every gracevd ProduT Ere time such goodly fruit destroys. 2 Or if that golden fleece must grownd If those bright suns must know no shade, Then, CELIA, fear not to bestow 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; "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.” Tutor'd Tutor❜d by the wise and grave, postI 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; 3 Love, one grain is worth the Indies, Only love is current pay. AH! CHLORIS, Could I now but sit As unconcern'd as when And praised the coming day, t Would take my rest away. Your |