ΤΟ CHLORIS C By the fame Author. Hloris, I juftly am betray'd By a Design my self had laid; Like an old Rook, whom in his Cheat, I thought at first with a small fum And I have not one Stake of thine: And like all Winners, do'st discover illingness to give me over. though I beg, thou wilt not now; ere better thou fhould'ft do fo too: Ifo far in Debt fhall run, thee I fhall be forc't to fhun. Hand, alas, is no more mine, it had long ago been thine: Heart I give thee, and we call Man unjuft that parts with all. at a Prieft says, moves not the mind, s are by Love, not Words, combin'd. ΤΟ To a Lady, who told him he co M* not Love. By the fame Author. Adam, though meaner Beauties m Who to excuse their Rigor, must We to our Slaves no Fraud addrefs, Say, rather, you it ne'r can move; Who can no more doubt of your Charms, Than I refift fuch pow'rful Arms: W Whose numerous force that I withstood So long, was not through any hope I cou'd Yet now I'm Conquer'd, I will prove All flames in matter, where too faft The Oak that's for three hundred Years Whilft Flowers for a Seafon made Quickly fpring up, and quickly fade. ΤΟ CHLORI C By the fame Author. Hloris, you live ador'd by all, And yet on none your Favours fall. A ftranger Mistress ne'er was known, Who what he has, does fear to use. But what Disease of Mind shall I Thou wilt not give out of a ftore, |