When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall ;

She can restore the dead from tombs,
And every life but mine recal.
I only am by love design'd

To be the victim of mankind.

SONG.

[In "Tyrannic Love."]

Ан, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart:
E'en the tears they shed alone
Cure like trickling balm their smart.
Lovers, when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in easy death.

Love and Time with reverence use!
Treat them like a parting friend:
Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere they send :
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.

Love, like spring-tides full and high,
Swells in every youthful vein :
But each tide does less supply,
Till they quite shrink in again :
If a flow in age appear,

'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.

SIR CHARLES SEDLEY,

Born about 1639, died 1708.

INDIFFERENCE EXCUSED.

LOVE, when 'tis true, needs not the aid Of sigh, nor oaths, to make it known: And, to convince the cruell'st maid, Lovers should use their love alone.

Into their very looks 'twill steal,

And he that most would hide his flame

Does in that case his pain reveal :

Silence itself can love proclaim.

This, my Aurelia, made me shun
The paths that common lovers tread,
Whose guilty passions are begun,

Not in their heart, but in their head.

I could not sigh, and with cross'd arms
Accuse your rigour, and my fate;
Nor tax your beauty with such charms
As men adore, and women hate;

But careless lov'd, and without art,

Knowing my love you must have spied; And thinking it a foolish part

To set to show what none can hide.

"HEARS not my Phillis how the birds Their feather'd mates salute ?

They tell their passion in their words ;— Must I alone be mute?"

Phillis, without frown or smile,

Sat and knotted all the while.

"The god of Love in thy bright eyes

Does like a tyrant reign;

But in my heart a child he lies,
Without his dart or flame."
Phillis, without frown or smile,

Sat and knotted all the while.

"So many months in silence past,

And yet in raging love,

Might well deserve one word at last

My passion should approve."

Phillis, without frown or smile,

Sat and knotted all the while.

"Must then your faithful swain expire,

And not one look obtain,

Which he, to soothe his fond desire,

Might pleasingly explain?"

Phillis, without frown or smile,
Sat and knotted all the while.

CHARLES MORDAUNT,

EARL OF PETERBOROUGH,

Born 1658, died 1735.

In the following lines, addressed to Mrs. HOWARD, afterwards COUNTESS OF SUFFOLK, it is likely that his Lordship was assisted by GAY.

I SAID to my heart, between sleeping and waking,
"Thou wild thing, that always art leaping or aching,
What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what nation,
By turns has not taught thee a pit-a-patation?"

Thus accused, the wild thing gave this sober reply :"See, the heart without motion, though Celia pass by! Not the beauty she has, not the wit that she borrows, Give the eye any joys, or the heart any sorrows.

"When our Sappho appears-she, whose wit so refined

I am forced to applaud with the rest of mankind-
Whatever she says is with spirit and fire;
Every word I attend, but I only admire.

"Prudentia as vainly would put in her claim,
Ever gazing on heaven, though man is her aim:
'Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes-
Those stars of this world are too good for the skies.

"But Chloe so lively, so easy, so fair,

Her wit so genteel, without art, without care,
When she comes in my way-the motion, the pain,
The leapings, the achings, return all again."

O wonderful creature! a woman of reason!
Never grave out of pride, never gay out of season;
When so easy to guess who this angel should be,
Would one think Mrs. Howard ne'er dreamt it was she?

MATTHEW PRIOR,

Born 1664, died 1721.

THE DISSEMBLERS.

THE merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name;
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Chloe is my real flame.