II.

'Tis not the pretty things you fay,

Nor those you write,

Which can make THYRS IS' heart your prey:
For that delight,

The graces of a well-taught mind,

In fome of our own fex we find.

III.

No, FLAVIA; 'tis your love I fear;

LOVE's fureft darts,

Those which fo feldom fail him, are

Headed with hearts:

Their very shadows make us yield;
Diffemble well, and win the field.

The FALL.

EE! how the willing earth gave way,

SE

To take th' impreffion where fhe lay. See! how the mould, as loth to leave

So fweet a burden, ftill doth cleave

Close to the nymph's ftain'd garment. Here
The coming fpring would first appear;
And all this place with roses ftrow,

If bufy feet would let them grow.

HERE VENU s fmil'd, to fee blind Chance
It felf, before her Son, advance;
And a fair image to prefent

`Of what the Boy fo long had meant.
"Twas fuch a chance as this, made all
The world into this order fall:
Thus the first lovers, on the clay,
Of which they were compofed, lay:
So in their prime, with equal grace,
Met the first patterns of our race.

Then blush not, Fair! or on him frown,
Or wonder how you both came down ;
But touch him, and he'll tremble strait :
How could he then fupport your weight?
How could the youth, alas! but bend
When his whole heav'n upon him lean'd?
If ought by him amifs were done,
'Twas that he let you rise so soon.

Of SYLVI A.

UR fighs are heard, juft heav'n declares

The fense it has of lovers' cares:

She that fo far the reft out-fhin'd,
SYLVIA the fair, while fhe was kind,
As if her frowns impair'd her brow,
Seems only not unhandsome now.

So when the sky makes us indure
A ftorm, it felf becomes obfcure.

Hence 'tis that I conceal my flame,
Hiding from FLAVIA's felf her name;
Left fhe, provoking heav'n, fhould prove
How it rewards neglected love.
Better a thousand fuch as I,

Their grief untold, fhould pine, and die;
Than her bright morning, over-caft
With fullen clouds, fhould be defac'd.

L

The BU D.

ATELY on yonder fwelling bush,
Big with many a coming rofe,
This early bud began to blush,
And did but half it felf difclofe:
I pluckt it, tho' no better grown;
And now you see how full 'tis blown.

Still as I did the leaves infpire,

With fuch a purple light they fhone,
As if they had been made of fire,
And spreading fo, would flame anon:
All that was meant by air, or fun,
To the young flow'r, my breath has done.

If our loose breath fo much can do,
What may the fame in forms of love,
Of pureft love, and music too,

When F LAVIA it aspires to move?
When that, which life-lefs buds perfuades
To wax more foft, her youth invades ?

SONG.

B

EHOLD the brand of beauty toft!

See, how the motion does dilate the flame! Delighted Love his fpoils does boast,

And triumph in this game.

Fire, to no place confin'd,

Is both our wonder, and our fear;
Moving the mind,

As lightning hurled through the air.

High heav'n the glory does increase
Of all her fhining lamps, this artful way:

The fun in figures, fuch as these,

Joys with the moon to play:

Το

To the sweet strains they advance, Which do refult from their own spheres; As this nymph's dance

Moves with the numbers which fhe hears.

On the Discovery of a Lady's Painting.

YG MALE O N's fate revers'd is mine:

His marble love took flesh, and blood;
All that I worshipp'd as divine,

That beauty! now 'tis understood,
Appears to have no more of life,
Than that whereof he fram'd his wife.

As women yet, who apprehend

Some fudden caufe of causeless fear,
Although that seeming cause take end,
And they behold no danger near,
A fhaking thro' their limbs they find,
Like leaves faluted by the wind:

So, though the beauty do appear

No beauty, which amaz'd me fo;

Yet from my breast I cannot tear

The paffion, which from thence did grow;

Nor yet out of my fancy rafe

The print of that fuppofed face.

A real beauty, though too near,
The fond NARCISSUS did admire:
I doat on that which is no where;
The fign of beauty feeds my fire.