To a Coquet Beauty.

ROM Wars and Plagues come no fuch Harms,

FRO

As from a Nymph fo full of Charms;

So much Sweetness in her Face,

In her Motions fuch a Grace,

In her kind inviting Eyes

Such a foft Enchantment lies;

That we please our felves too foon,

And are with empty Hopes undone.

After all her Softness, we

Are but Slaves, while fhe is free;

Free, alas, from all Defire,

Except to fet the World on fire.

Thou, fair Diffembler, doft but thus

Deceive thy felf, as well as us.

Like a restless Monarch, thou

Would'ft rather force Mankind to bow,

'And venture round the World to roam,

Than

govern peaceably at Home.

But trust me, CELIA, truft me when

APOLLO'S felf inspires my Pen;

One Hour of Love's Delights outweighs
Whole Years of univerfal Praise ;

And one Adorer kindly us'd,

Gives truer Joys than Crouds refus'd.

For what does Youth and Beauty ferve? Why more than all your Sex deferve? Why fuch foft alluring Arts

To charm our Eyes, and melt our Hearts?

By our Lofs you nothing gain,

Unless you love, you please in vain.

The

L

The RELAPSE.

IKE Children in a starry Night,

When I beheld those Eyes before, I gaz'd with Wonder and Delight, Infenfible of all their Pow'r.

I play'd about the Flame fo long,
At last I felt the scorching Fire;
My Hopes were weak, my Paffion strong,
And I lay dying with Defire;

By all the Helps of humane Art,
I just recover'd so much Sense,
As to avoid, with heavy Heart,

The fair, but fatal Influence.

But,

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But, fince you fhine away Defpair,
And now my Sighs no longer fhun,
No Perfian in his zealous Prayer

So much adores the rifing Sun.

:

If once again my Vows displease,
There never was fo loft a Lover;
In Love, that languishing Disease,
A fad Relapse we ne'er recover,

The

M

The RECOVERY.

Ighing and languishing I lay,

A Stranger grown to all Delight, Paffing with tedious Thoughts the Day,

And with unquiet Dreams the Night.

For your dear fake, my only Care
Was how my fatal Love to hide 3
For ever drooping with Despair,
Neglecting all the World befide:

Till, like fome Angel from above,
CORNELIA came to my Relief;
And then I found the Joys of Love
Can make amends for all the Grief.

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