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TO FLAVIA. SON G.
My wary heart :
Has not that art';
'Tis not the pretty things you say,
Nor those you write,
For that delight,
Love's surest darts,
Headed with hearts : Their very shadows make us yield; Diffemble well, and win the field.
The FA L L.
EE! how the willing earth gave way,
To take th' impression where she lay.
HERE Venus smil'd, to see blind Chance
Then blush not, Fair! or on him frown,
Of Of S x L V F A.
U R fighs are heard, just heav'n declares
So when the sky makes us indure
Hence 'tis that I conceal my fame,
Than her bright morning, over-cast
The B U D.
ATELY on yonder swelling bush,
Big with many a coming rose,
And did but half it self disclose:
Still as I did the leaves inspire,
With such a purple light they shone,
And spreading so, would flame anon:
If our loose breath so much can do,
the same in forms of love, Of purest love, and music too,
When Flavia it aspires to move? When that, which life-less buds persuades To wax more soft, her youth invades?
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,
Moving the mind,
High heav'n the glory does increase
The sun in figures, such as these,
To the sweet strains they advance,
As this nymph's dance
On the Discovery of a Lady's Painting.
YG MALE O N's fate revers'd is mine: PYGMALE
His marble love took flesh, and blood;
That beauty! now 'tis understood,
As women yet, who apprehend
Some sudden cause of causeless fear, Although that seeming cause take end,
And they behold no danger near, A shaking thro' their limbs they find, Like leaves faluted by the wind :
So, though the beauty do appear
No beauty, which amaz'd me fo;
The passion, which from thence did grow;
A real beauty, though too near,
The fond NARCIS SU's did admire: I doat on that which is no where;
The sign of beauty feeds my fire.