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Why, Doris, dost thou curse Sabina's eyes ?
To her Myrtilla is a vulgar prize.


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Yet say, I lov'd; how loud would censure rail !
So foon to quit the duties of the veil !
No, sooner Plays and Operas I'd forswear,
And change these China jars for Tunbridge ware ;
Or trust my mother as a confidant,
Or fix a friendship with my

maiden-aunt; Than till-to-morrow throw my weeds away. Yet let me see him, if he comes to-day!




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CALEB. TABITHA. BENEATH the shadow of a beaver hat

, Meek Caleb at a filent-meeting sat; His eye-bal's oft' forgot the holy trance, While Tabitha demure return'd the glance. The meeting ended, Caleb silence broke, And Tabitha her inward yearnings spoke.


Beloved, see how all things follow love;
Lamb fondleth lamb, and dove disports with dove;
Yet fondled lambs their innocence secure,
And none can call the turtle’s bill impure.
O fairest of our sisters, let me be
The billing doye and fondling lamb to thee.


But, Caleb, know that birds of gentle mind
Elect a mate among the fober kind ;
Not the mockaws, all deck’d in scarlet pride,
Entice their mild and modeft hearts afide :
But thou, vain man! beguild by Popith shows,
Doatest on ribbands, founces, furbelows.

If thy false heart be fond of tawdry dyes,
Go, wed the painted arch in summer-skies ;
Such love will like the rainbow's hue decay,
Strong at the first, but passeth soon away.

Name not the frailties of my youthful days,
When vice mil-led me through the harlot's ways ;
When I with wanton look the sex beheld,
And Nature with each wanton look rebellid;
Then party-colour'd pride my heart might move
With lace, the net to catch unhallow'd love.
All fuch-like love is fading as the flower,
Springs in a day, and withereth in an hour:
But now I feel the spousal love within,
And spoufal love no sister holds a fin.


I know thou longest for the flaunting maid,
Thy falsehood own, and say I am betray'd ;
The tongue of man is blister'd o'er with lies,
But truth is ever read in woman's eyes.
O that my lip obey'd a tongue like thine !
Or that thine eye bewray'd a love like mine!

Ilow bitter are thy words ! forbear to teaze,
I too might blame but love delights to please,
Why should I tell thee, that, when last the sun
Painted the downy peach of Newington,
Jogah led thee through the garden's walk,
And mingled melting kitles with his talk?

Ah, Jealousy! turn, turn thine eyes

How can I see that watch adorn thy fide ?
For verily no gift the listers take
For luft of gain, but for the giver's sake.


I own, Jofiah gave the golden toy,
Which did the righteous hand of Quare employ;
When Caleb hath assign'd some happy day,
I look on this, and chide the hours delay :
And, when Josiah would his love pursue,
On this I look, and shun his wanton view.
Man but in vain with trinkets tries to move;
The only present love demands is love.

Ah, Tabitha, to hear these words of thine,
My pulse beats high, as if inflam'd with wine !
When to the brethren first with fervent zeal
The spirit mov'd the yearnings to reveal,
How did I joy thy trembling lip to see.
Red as the cherry from the Kentith tree!
When extasy had warm’d thy look so meek,
Gardens of roses blushed on thy cheek!
With what sweet transport didst thou roll thine eyesi
How did thy words provoke the brethren’s fighs !
Words that with holy fighs might others move,
But, Tabitha, my fighs were fighs of love.

Is Tabitha beyond her wishes blest?
Does no proud worldly dame divide thy breast?


Then hear me, Caleb, witness what I speak,
This solemn promise death alone can break :
Sooner I would bedeck my brow with lace,
And with immodest favourites Thade my face,
Sooner like Babylon's lewd whore be drest
In flaring diamonds and a scarlet vest,
Or make a curtsie in Cathedral pew,
Than prove inconstant, while my

Caleb's truc.


When I prove false, and Tabitha forsake,
Teachers shall dance a jig at country-wake;
Brethren unbeaver'd then shall bow their head,
And with prophane mince pies our babes be fed.


If that Josiah were with passion fird,
Warm as the zeal of. youth when first inspir’d;
In steady love though he might persevere,
Unchanging as the decent garb we wear,
And thou wert fick le as the wind that blows,
Light as the feather on the head of beaux;
Yet I for thee would all thy fex resign:
Sisters, take all the rest-be Caleb mine.

Though I had all that finful love affords,
And all the concubines of all the lords,
W'hose couches creak with whoredom's finful shame,
Whose velvet chairs are with adultery lame;
Evin in the harlot's hall, I would not fip
The dew of lewdness from her lying lip;


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