Obdurate as you are, oh, hear at least
My dying prayers, and grand my last request!
When first you ope your doors, and passing by
The fad ill Omen'd Object meets your Eye,
Think it not loft, a moment if you stay;
The breathless Wretch, fo made by you, furvey:
Some cruel pleasure will from thence arise,
To view the mighty ravage of your Eyes.
I wish (but oh my wifh is vain I fear,)
The kind Oblation of a falling Tear:

Then loose the knot, and take me from the place,
And spread your Mantle o're my grizly Face;
Upon my livid Lips beftow a kifs:

O envy not the dead, they feel not bliss!
Nor fear your kiffes can restore my breath;
Even you are not more pittilefs than death.
Then for my Corps a homely Grave provide,
Which Love and me from publick Scorn may hide.
Thrice call upon my Name, thrice beat your Breaft
And hayl me thrice to everlasting rest:

Laft, let my Tomb this fad Infcription bear,

A wretch whom Love has kill'd lies buried here: Oh, Passengers, Aminta's Eyes beware.

Thus

Thus having faid, and furious with his Love; He heav'd with more than human force, to move A weighty Stone, (the labour of a Team,) And rais'd from thence he reach'd the Neighbouring Around its bulk a fliding knot he throws; (Beam:

And fitted to his Neck the fatal Noofe:

Then spurning backward took a fwing, 'till death
Crept up, and stopt the paffage of his Breath.
The bounce burft ope the door; the Scornful Fair
Relentless lookt, and faw him beat his quivering feet
Nor wept his fate, nor caft a pitying eye,
(in Air,
Nor took him down, but brusht regardless by:
And as she past, her chance or fate was such,
Her Garments toucht the dead,polluted by the touch.
Next to the Dance, thence to the Bath did move;
The Bath was facred to the God of Love:
Whose injur❜d Image, with a wrathful Eye,
Stood threatning from a Pedestal on high:
Nodding a while; and watchful of his blow,
He fell; & falling crusht th'ungrateful Nymph below:
Her gushing Blood the Pavement all befmear'd;
And this her laft expiring Voice was heard;

Lovers farewell, Revenge has reacht my Scorn;
Thus warn'd, be wife, and love for love return.
DAPH-

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DAPHNIS

From Theocritus, Idyll. 27.

By Mr. DRYDEN.

Daphnis.

He Shepheard Paris bore the Spartan Bride

TBy force away, and then by force enjoy dis

But I by free consent can boast a Bliss;
A fairer Helen, and a fweeter kiss.

Chloris. Kisses are empty joys, and soon are o're.
Daph. A Kifs betwixt the Lips is fomething more.
Chlo. I wipe my mouth,and where's your kiffing then?
Daph. I fwear you wipe it to be kiss'd agen.
Chlo. Gotend yourHerd,and kifs yourCows at home;
I am a Maid, and in my Beauties bloom.
Daph. 'Tis well remember'd, do not waste your time;

But wifely use it e're you pafs your prime. Chlo. Blown Rofes hold their sweetness to the last.

And Raifins keep their luscious native taste. Daph. The Sun's too hot,thofe Olive shades are near;

I fain wou'd whisper fomething in your ear.

Chlo.

Chlo. 'Tis honeft talking where we may be feen;
God knows what fecret mifchief you may mean;
I doubt you'll play the Wag, and kiss again.
Daph. At least beneath yon' Elm you need not fear;

My Pipe's in tune, if you're dispos'd to hear. Chlo. Play by your felf, I dare not venture thither:

You, and your naughty Pipe go hang together. Daph. Coy Nymph beware, left Venus you offend. Chlo. I fhall have chafte Diana ftill to friend. Daph. You have a Soul, and Cupid has a Dart. Chlo. Diana will defend, or heal my heart.

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Nay, fie, what mean you in this open place? Unhand me, or, I fwear I'll fcratch your face. Let go for fhame; you make me mad for spight; My mouth's my own; and if you kifs I'll bite. Daph. Away with your diffembling Female tricks:

What wou'd you'fcape the fate of all your Sex? Chlo. I fwear I'll keep my Maidenhead till death,

And die as pure as Queen Elizabeth. Daph. Nay mum for that; but let me lay thee down;

Better with me,than with fome nauseousClown. Chlo. I'de have you know, if I were so inclin❜d, I have been woo'd by many a wealthy Hind; But never found a Husband to my mind.

Daph. But they are abfent all, and I am here.
Chlo. The matrimonial Yoke is hard to bear;

And Marriage is a woful word to hear.
Daph. A fcar-Crow, fet to frighten fools away;

Marriage has joys; and you fhall have a fay. Chlo. Sour fawce is often mix'd with our delight,

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You kick by day more than you kifs by night. Daph. Sham ftories all; but fay the worst you can, A very Wife fears neither God nor Man. Chlo. But Child-birth is, they say, a deadly pain; It costs at least a Month to knit again, Daph. Diana cures the wounds Lucina made;

Your Goddess is a Midwife by her Trade. Chlo. But I fhall spoil my Beauty if I bear. Daph. But Mam and Dad are pretty names to hear. Chlo. But there's a Civil Question us❜d of late,

Where lies my Jointure,where your ownEstate? Daph. My Flocks, my Fields, my Wood, my Paftures take,

With fettlement as good as Law can make. Chlo Swear then you will not leave me on the common But marry me, and make an honest Woman.

Daph.Ifwear by Pan(tho' he wears horns you'll fay) Cudgell'd and kick'd, I'll not be forc'd away.

Chle.