When we think, by passion heated, And a gaudy cloud embrace. Happy only is the lover Whom his mistress well deceives; Seeking nothing to discover, He contented lives at ease. While the wretch who would be knowing Changing happy to be wise. [CONGREVE.] TELL me no more I am deceiv'd, As such I lik'd, as such caress'd, She could do more for no man. P 7 But oh her thoughts on others ran, [CHESTERFIELD.] MISTAKEN fair, lay Sherlock by, To die's a lesson we shall know Then let us only study now To live's to love, to bless, be blest Share then my ardour in your breast, And kindly meet my passion.d to: 03 But if thus blest I may not live, To me at least your Sherlock give, [LANSDOWNE.] CHLOE's the wonder of her sex, But nature graciously inclin'd [LISLE.] WHEN HEN Orpheus went down to the regions beWhich men are forbidden to see ; He tun'd up his lyre, as old histories show, To set his Eurydice free. [low, All hell was astonish'd a person so wise And venture so far; but how vast their surprise To find out a punishment due for his fault But hell had not torments sufficient, he thought, But pity succeeding soon vanquish'd his heart, [PULTENEY, EARL OF BATH.] VAIN are the charms of white and red, Of smoother cheeks the winning grace But in the wrinkles of her face Cupid in ambush lies. If naked eyes set hearts on blaze, Thro' glass, who darts her pointed rays, Nor rivals, nor the train of years, CHLOE brisk and gay appears, On purpose to invite ; Yet, when I press her, she, in tears Denies her sole delight: Whilst Celia, seeming shy and coy, I would, but fear I never shall, But Chloe won't to me. |