RON DE LA Y.

CHLO

I.

HLOE found Amyntas, lying,
All in tears upon the plain
Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain !
Kiss me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and cafe my pain!

II.

Sighing to himfelf, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain!
Ever fcorning and denying

To reward your faithful fwain:
Kifs me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and case my pain!

HI.

Ever fcorning, and denying

To reward your faithful swain. Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain :

Kifs me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and ease my pain!

IV..

Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him, that he lov'd in vain
But repenting, and complying,

When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again :
Kifs'd him up before his dying;
Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain.

A

SON G.

I.

O tell Amynta, gentle fwain,

I would not die, nor dare complain :

Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To fouls opprefs'd, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;

That music should in founds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.
II.

A figh or tear, perhaps, fhe'll give,
But love on pity cannot live.

Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.
Tell her my pains fo faft increase,

That foon they will be past redress
But ah! the wretch, that fpeechless lies,
Attends but death to clofe his eyes.

S

A

TO A

N G

Fair Young LADY, going out of the Town in

the Spring.

I.

ASK not the caufe, why fullen Spring

So long delays her flowers to bear;

Why warbling birds forget to fing,

And winter ftorms invert the

year:

Chloris is gone, and fate provides

To make it Spring, where she refides.

II.

Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;
She caft not back a pitying eye:
But left her lover in despair,

To figh, to languish, and to die :
Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
To give the wounds they will not cure!
III.

Great god of love, why haft thou made
A face that can all hearts command,
That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of ev'ry land ? Where thou hadst plac'd fuch power before, Thou shouldft have made her mercy more. IV.

When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall;
She can restore the dead from tombs,
And every life but mine recal.

I only am by Love defign'd

To be the victim for mankind.

WAS at the royal feaft, for Perfia won
By Philip's warlike fon:

Aloft in awful state

The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with rofes and with myrtles bound. (So should defert in arms be crown'd :)

The lovely Thais, by his fide,

Sate like a blooming Eastern bride

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deserves the fair.