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Very Young L A D Y.

By Sir George Etherège.

Weetest Bud of Beauty, may

No untimely Froft decay

Th' early glories which we trace,
Blooming in thy matchless Face;
But kindly opening, like the Rose,
Fresh Beauties every day disclose,
Such as by Nature are not shown

In all the Bloffoms she has blown?
And then what conqueft shall you make,
Who Hearts already daily take;
Scorcht in the Morning with thy beams,
How shall we bear those fad extreams

Which must attend thy threatning Eyes,
When thou shalt to thy Noon arise.

Phil.

THE

Forfaken Mistress.

By the fame Author.

DIALOGUE.

T

ELL me, gentle Strephon, wh

You from my Embraces fly;

Does my Love thy Love deftroy?

Tell me, I will yet be coy.

Stay, Oftay, and I will feign (Though I break my Heart) difdain ;

But left I too unkind appear,

For cv'ry Frown I'll fhed a Tear.

And if in vain, I court thy Love,
Let mine, at least thy pity move:

Ah while I fcorn, vouchfafe to wooe,
Methinks you may diffemble too.

Streph. Ah Phillis, that you wou'd contrive A way to keep my Love alive,

But all your other Charms must fail,
When Kindness ceases to prevail.
Alas! No less than you, I grieve,
My dying flame has no reprieve,
For I can never hope to find,

Shou'd all the Nymphs, I Court, be kind,

One Beauty able to renew

Thofe Pleasures I enjoy in you,

When Love and Youth did both conspire

To fill our Breafts and Veins with fire.

'Tis true, fome other Nymph may gain That Heart which merits your Disdain, But fecond Love has ftill allay,

The Joys grow aged, and decay.
Then blame me not for lofing more

Than Love and Beauty can reftore:
And let this truth thy comfort prove,
I wou'd, but can no longer Love.

THE

THE

DIVIDED HEART.

A

By the fame Author.

H! Celia, that I were but fure,

Thy Love, like mine,cou'd still endure;

That Time and Abfence, which destroy

The Cares of Lovers, and their Joy,

Cou'd never rob me of that part

Which

you have giv'n me of

your Heart;

Others unenvy'd might poffefs

Whole Hearts, and boast that Happiness.

'Twas Nobler Fortune to divide

The Roman Empire in her Pride,

Than on fome low and barb'rous Throne,
Obfcurely plac❜d to rule alone.