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W H I C H

Belinda gave me from her Bosom.

By Mr. BROOME.

SAY, lovely Off-spring of the Maj,
So sweetly fair, so richly gay;
Say, where a Flow'r so beauteous grows,-
Or whence thy balmy Odour flows. »
Such balmy Odour is not found,
On Indian nor Arabian Ground:
A Store of such a rich Perfume
Must from Belindas Bosom come;
Thence, thence such Sweets are spread abroad
As might be Incense for a God.

But while, sweet Gift, thy Glories last, (Which O! tho' great must quickly watte,) Shew, by thy Beauties and Perfumes, Shew fair Belinda how she blooms. Put on thy Charms, thy fairest Dress, And when they all are on, confess How much they all than hers are less. Then by a sudden swift Decay '. ,* . Let all thy Beauties fade away,r And let her in thy Glass descry How Youth, and how soft Beauty die. /'

And lo! it droops, and fades, and dies, And with faint Sweets perfumes the Skies. It folds its Leaves, and flieds its Hue, Tho' while 'twas Yours it charm'd the View As when it in the Garden grew. The fragrant Flow'rs of Eden so In Paradise would only grow;

So the sweet-smelling Indian Flow'rs, . Griev'd when they leave those happy Shores, Sicken and pine away in ours.

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I now, as once I did, no more Deride th' Ægyptians, that adore The rising Herb and blooming Flow's, Now, now their Convert I will be, • *

0 lovely Flow'r, to worship thee.

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But if thou'rt one of their fad Train, That dy d for Love, and cold Disdain; That, cfeartg d \>y some kind pitying PQW'fi, A Lover once, art now a Flow'r j

0 piry me, Q weep my Care,

A thousand, thousand Pains I bear,

1 Jove, I die tjwo' fad Despair,

Ovid. Amor. Eleg. 16. Lib. d.

To his MISTRESS: \

By Mr . CROMWELL.

SU L AsO's one Third of the Telinian Land',
Whose little Space indulgent Nature fram'd
For all the Pleasures of a sweet Retreat;
And here has bounteous Fortune fix'd my Seat:
Here o'er theGrounds a pleasing Verdure spreads,
And the bright Streams enamel all the Meads;'
Here Corn and Wine enrich the fruitful Fields*
And the kind Soil the.luscious Olive yields
Tho' now the raging Dog-Star mounted high
Cleaves the parch'd Earth,and blasts the sultry Sky;

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Yet shady Groves, where a refreshing Breeze
In gentle Whispers fans the neighbouring Trees,
And Rivlets which in various Windings run
Rebate the fierce Approaches. .of jthe^Sun. ■
Far offis the fair Author of my Flame!
Yet ardent Love is here, and Love is still theiame.
Curs'd be the Man who taught us first to Rove,
If we must thus abandon all we Love;
There's no supporting of your Absence, hefer
Tho' Paradise was open'd all the Year;: 7 ^ f
I'd sooner a Ccelestial Orb forgon ;' .; f;.;, ••■.?:
Than gain it, by so vast a Loss as: you: . •; r.'.
But with a Mistress' charming Presence blest
With Pleasure might the rugged Alp be past,
"^he Lyblan Syrtes, and Numidjan Waste.^ :-r *

"With you I'd trustmy Sails to Southern Wind\i To Scy/Ws Rock, Charyhdis-Q^h resijp'd And cast all Fear of future Ills behind:

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