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F L O W E R
W H I C H
Belinda gave me from her Bosom.
By Mr. BROOME.
SAY, lovely Off-spring of the Maj,
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',
1 4 - '-i' Yet
Yet shady Groves, where a refreshing Breeze
"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: