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But if the kind flood on a wave should convey,
THE LADY'S SONG.
A choir of bright beauties in spring did appear,
in green ;
The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen:
require copying here. But the following ludicrous stanza, which I have seen in MS. and which is a coeval parody on Dryden's Song to Armida, deserves to be cited:
'Or if the king please that I may, at his charge,
I hope to come floating up with the spring tyde.' Armida is said to have been the beautiful Frances Stuart, wife of Charles, Duke of Richmond. Captain Digby was killed at sea in the engagement between the English and the Dutch fleet, off Southwold Bay, in 1672. T.
While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, The Graces are banish’d, and Love is no more: The soft god of pleasure, that warm’d our desires, Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires : 10 And vows that himself and his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.
addresses, and court us no more, For we will perform what the deity swore: But if you dare think of deserving our charms, 15 Away with yoursheephooks, and take to your arms: Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx return.
FAIR, sweet, and young, receive a prize
Your face for conquest was design'd,
motion charms my mind; Angels, when you your silence break, Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,
No graces can your form improve,
High state and honours to others impart,
But give me your heart:
I beg for my own.
My soul does inspire;
I beg for my own.
Give me in possessing
So matchless a blessing ;
Love's my petition,
So faithful a lover,
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,
SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY,
GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING.
Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear;
And winter storms invert the year
Chloris is gone, the cruel fair ;
She cast not back a pitying eye; But left her lover in despair,
To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah, how can those fair eyes
A face that can all hearts command,
land? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.
When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall:
And every life but mine recall.