SONGS. I. SONG. STAY, Phœbus! ftay; The world to which you fly so fast, From us to them, can pay your hafte With no fuch object, nor falute your rife With no fuch wonder as De Mornay's eyes. Well does this prove The errour of thofe antique books 5 Which made you move About the world: her charming looks 10 Would fix your beams, and make it ever day, 12 Did not the rolling earth snatch her away. II. SONG. SAY, lovely Dream! where couldst thou find Shades to counterfeit that face? Colours of this glorious kind Come not from any mortal place. In heav'n itself thou fure wert dreft But, ah! this image is too kind Never put on that sweet extreme! Fair Dream! if thou intend'ft me grace, Paint defpis'd love in thy face, Pale, wan, and meagre, let it look, Of Lethe, or from graves escape. Then to that matchless nymph appear, III. SONG. PEACE, babbling Muse! I dare not fing what you endite; Her eyes refufe To read the paffion which they write : Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead, His breathlefs corpfe, and lick his face : ΤΟ Torn all in pieces if he cries. I2 IV. SONG. I. CHLORIS! farewell; I now must go; I shall prove blind, and lose my way. II. Fame of thy beauty and thy youth, Finding this fame fall short of truth, III. For I'm engag'd by word and oath, IV. But what affurance can I take, V. For thou may't say, 't was not thy fault To break thy oath to mend thy love. 20 VI. No, Chloris! no: I will return, And the diftruft me reprobate. VII. Then shall my love this doubt displace, 25 And banquet fometimes on thy face, 28 V. SONG. TO FLAVIA. I "Tis not your beauty can engage My wary heart; The fun, in all his pride and rage, And yet he shines as bright as you, II. "Tis not the pretty things you say, Nor those you write, Which can make Thyrfis' heart your prey: BEHOLD the brand of Beauty toft! See how the motion does dilate the flame! |