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Gently touch the warbling lyre,
Chloe seems inclin’d to rest,
Softest notes will soothe her best.
On the mossy bank she lies,
Nature's verdant velvet bed,
Forming pillows for her head.
Ask if yon damask rose be sweet,
That scents the ambient air ; Then ask each shepherd that you meet
If dear Susanna's fair,
Say, will the vulture leave his prey,
And warble through the grove ;
Then doubt thy shepherd's love.
The spoils of war let heroes share,
Let pride in splendor shine ;
Be fair Susanna mine.
you taste the noontide air,
Down each side a river flows,
Round, the languid herds and sheep
All alone and in her arms
A how sweet it is to love !
Ah, how gay is young desire !
When we first approach love's fire;
Sighs, which are from lovers blown,
Do but gently beave the heart: Ev’n the tears they shed alone,
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart; Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy death.
Love and time with rev'rence use,
Treat 'em like a parting friend;
Which, in youth, sincere they send,
Love, like spring-tides full and high,
Swells in ev'ry youthful vein: But each tide does less supply,
Till they quite shrink in again ; If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.
CANNOT change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn : Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you
alone was born, No, Phillis, no, your heart to move A surer
way And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on and die.
I'll try :
When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies;
And you to mind shall ca!!, The sighs that now unpitied rise,
The tears that vainly fall :
That welcome hour that ends this smart,
Will then begin your pain ;
Can never break in vain.
[Sir John SUCKLING.]
I PRITHEE send
Why then should you have mine?
Yet, now I think on't, let it lie,
To find it were in vain :
Would steal it back again.
Why should two hearts in one breast lic,
And yet not lodge together?
If thus our breasts thou sever ?