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III.

How can I fee You, and not love;

While You as op'ning East are fair? While cold as Northern Blafts You prove; How can I love, and not defpair?

IV,

The Wretch in double Fetters bound

Your Potent Mercy may release:

Soon, if my Love but once were crown'd,
Fair Prophetess, my Grief would ceafe.

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N vain You tell your parting Lover,

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You wish fair Winds may waft Him over.

Alas! what Winds can happy prove,

That bear Me far from what I love?

Alas! what Dangers on the Main

Can equal Those that I fuftain,

From flighted Vows, and cold Difdain?

Be gentle, and in Pity choofe
To wish the wildeft Tempefts loofe::
That thrown again upon the Coaft,
Where first my Shipwrackt Heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my Pain ;
Once more in dying Notes complain
Of flighted Vows, and cold Difdain.

THE

THE

DESPAIRING SHEPHERD.

ALEXIS fhun'd his Fellow Swains,

Their rural Sports, and jocund Strains:
(Heav'n guard us all from CUPID'S Bow!)
He loft his Crook, He left his Flocks;
And wand'ring thro' the lonely Rocks,
He nourish'd endless Woe.

The Nymphs and Shepherds round Him came:
His Grief Some pity, Others blame;

The fatal Cause All kindly feek:
He mingled his Concern with Theirs;
He gave 'em back their friendly Tears;
He figh'd, but wou'd not fpeak.

CLORINDA came among the rest,
And She too kind Concern expreft,

And ask'd the Reafon of his Woe:
She ask'd, but with an Air and Mein,
That made it easily foreseen,

She fear'd too much to know.

The Shepherd rais'd his mournful Head;
And will You pardon Me, He faid,

While I the cruel Truth reveal?

Which nothing from my Breaft fhou'd tears

Which never fhou'd offend Your Ear,

But that You bid Me tell.

'Tis

'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since You appear'd upon the Plain;

You are the Caufe of all my Care: Your Eyes ten thousand Dangers dart: Ten thousand Torments vex My Heart: I love, and I defpair.

Too much, ALEXIS, I have heard:
'Tis what I thought; 'tis what I fear'd:

And yet I pardon You, She cry'd:

But You shall promise ne'er again
To breath your Vows, or speak your Pain:
He bow'd, obey'd, and dy'd.

To the Honourable

CHARLES MONTAGUE, Esq;

I.

HOWE'ER, 'tis well, that while Mankind
Thro' Fate's perverfe Mæander errs,

He can Imagin'd Pleasures find,

To combat against Real Cares.

II.

Fancies and Notions He purfues,

Which ne'er had Being but in Thought:

Each, like the GRACIAN Artist, woo's

The Image He himself has wrought.

1. III. Against

III.

Against Experience He believes ;

He argues against Demonftration

Pleas'd, when his Reafon He deceives;
And fets his Judgment by his Paffion.
IV.

The hoary Fool, who many Days

Has ftruggl'd with continu'd Sorrow, Renews his Hope, and blindly lays

The defp'rate Bett upon to Morrow.

V.

To Morrow comes: 'tis Noon, 'tis Night;

This Day like all the former flies:

Yet on He runs, to feek Delight

To Morrow, 'till to Night He dies.

VI.

Our Hopes, like tow'ring Falcons, aim
At Objects in an airy height:

The little Pleasure of the Game

Is from afar to view the Flight.

VII.

Our anxious Pains We, all the Day,

In fearch of what We like, employ: Scorning at Night the worthlefs Prey, We find the Labour gave the Joy. VIII.

At Distance thro' an artful Glafs

To the Mind's Eye Things well appear: They lofe their Forms, and make a Mafs Confus'd and black, if brought too near. H

IX. If

IX.

If We fee right, We fee our Woes:
Then what avails it to have Eyes?
From Ignorance our Comfort flows:

The only Wretched are the Wise.

X.

We weary'd should lye down in Death:

This Cheat of Life would take no more;
If You thought Fame but empty Breath;
I, PHILLIS but a perjur'd Whore.

HYMN to the

the SUN.

Set by Dr. PURCEL,

And Sung before their MAJESTIE 3 On New-Years-Day, 1694.

I.

LIGHT of the World, and Ruler of the Year,
With happy Speed begin Thy great Career;
And, as Thou doft thy radiant Journies run,
Through every diftant Climate own,

That in fair ALBION Thou haft feen

The greatest Prince, the brightest Queen,

That ever fav'da Land, or bleft a Throne,

Since first Thy Beams were spread, or Genial Power was

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