SONG. PHILLIS, this early zeal affuage: The martyrs, at your tender age, Old men, till paft the pleasure, ne'er The world to youth is too fevere, Beauty the actions of the fair And yet this world as 'tis Is oft deceiv'd by 't too : Kind combinations feldom mifs; SONG. GET you gone-you will undo me, If you love me don't pursue me; With harmless thoughts I did begin, At ev'ry hour, in ev'ry place, My dreams at night were all of you, But now his teeth and claws are grown, Let me the fatal lion shun; You found me harmless, leave me fo; For, were I not, you'd leave me too. SONG. LOVE ftill has fomething of the sea, No time his flaves from doubt can free, They are becalm'd in clearest days, One while they seem to touch the port, At first difdain and pride they fear, By fuch degrees to joys they come, "Tis cruel to prolong a pain; An hundred thousand oaths your fears SONG. FAIR Amynta, art thou mad, To let the world in me Envy joys I never had, And cenfure them in thee? Filled with grief for what is paft, Love does timid souls despise, Who lose themselves for toys, And escapes for those devise Who tafte his utmost joys. Love should like the year be crown'd Hope should in the spring abound, Kind fears, and jealousy. In the fummer, flowers fhould rise, And in the autumn, fruit: His fpring doth else but mock our eyes, And in a fcoff falute. SONG. THANKS, fair Urania, to your fcorn, I now am free, as I was born. In lofing me, proud nymph, you lofe My ranging love did never find |