What are your affemblies then? But much fewer lovers. Oh, how chang'd the profpect grows! Moon and ftars that fhone fo bright, Ev'n of our own mothers; Though the favourite Toast I reign; Muft I live 'twixt fpite and fear, And lofe my reputation? Thus the fair to fighs gave way, DAMON TH A SON G. HE fun was now withdrawn, The moon wide o'er the lawn And faunter'd in the grove. Will ne'er a nymph be kind, Oh! thofe were golden hours, Lodg'd fwains and nymphs by pairs = Flies every fprightly lafs;. No joys for me remain, In fhades, or on the grass. The winged boy draws near, To fcatter round my arrows, And maidens love like fparrows.. Then, Then, fwain, if me you need, Straight lay your sheep-hook down; Throw by your oaten reed, And hafte away to town. So well I'm known at court, To Bellenden's or Lepell's. DAPHNIS AND A SON G. CHLOE. DAPHNIS flood penfive in the shade, With arms across and head reclin'd; Pale looks accus'd the cruel maid, And fighs reliev'd his love-fick mind: Looks, fighs, and actions, feein'd to fay, Why ring the woods with warbling throats? My Chloe's voice that wakes my pains: But Chloe mine difdains. As thus he melancholy ftood, Dejected as the lonely dove, Sweet founds broke gently through the wood. No. 'Tis my Chloe's fweeter tongue. Hark, hark, what fays my love? How foolish is the nymph (the cries) Our artful lips were made to feig■. As t' other day my hand he feiz'd, And hafty from his hold withdrew. 'Tis true, thy tuneful reed I blam'd, Much more to hear thee fpeak. My My heart forbodes that I'm betray'd, Daphnis, I fear, is ever gone; Laft night with Delia's dog he play'd, The youth stepp'd forth with hafty pace, THE COQUETTE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. A S O N G. AT the clofe of the day, Α When the bean-flower and hay Love enliven'd the veins Of the damfels and {wains; Each glance and each action was kind. Molly, wanton and free, Kifs'd, and fate on each knee, Fond extafy fwam in her eyes. See, |