But why, dull God! do I of thee complain? 25 Thou didst not cause, nor canft thou ease, my pain. Forgive what my distracting grief has said, I own unjustly I thy floth upbraid; 3༠ For oft' I have thy proffer'd aid repell'd, Th' affociates of my melody and love, O may no wakeful thoughts her mind moleft, 35 45 For her, O Sleep! thy balmy fweets prepare; The peace I lofe for her to her transfer. 50 Hufh'd as the falling dews, whofe noiseless show'rs Impearl the folded leaves of ev'ning flow'rs, H Steal on her brow; and as those dews attend, So wait thou for her morn; then gently rife, TO A CANDLE: THOU watchful Taper! by whose filent light S Like thine, my flames to my destruction turn, So mine with confcious fhame and equal awe, 15 To fhades obfcure and folitude withdraw, Nor dare their light before her eyes disclose, From whose bright beams their being first arose. 18 SONGS. SONG I. I. I LOOK'D, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I could speak, But when I ftrove moft my fond paffion to break, II. I swore to myself, and refolv'd I would try But that was all vain, for I fooner could die III. Dear Celia! be kind then; and fince your own eyes Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise IV. 8 12 We'll look, and we 'll love, and tho' neither fhould The pleasure we 'll still be pursuing; [fpeak, make 16 And fo, without words, I don't doubt we may A very good end of this wooing. SONG II. FALSE tho' fhe be to me and love, I'll ne'er pursue revenge; For ftill the charmer I approve, In hours of blifs we oft' have met, SONG. III. I. TELL me no more I am deceiv'd, As fuch I lik'd, as fuch carefs'd; II. But, oh! her thoughts on others ran, 5 10 You think he's falfe, I'm fure fhe 's kind; I take her body, you her mind, Who has the better bargain? SONG IV. IN DIALOGUE, FOR TWO WOMEN. I LOVE, and am belov’d again, Strephon no more shall figh in vain ; 2. I love, and am belov'd again, 1. Men will grow faint with tedious fasting. 2. And both will tire with often tafting, When they find the bliss not lafting. 1. Love is complete in kind poffeffing. 2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the bleffing. CHORUS OF BOTH. "Then let us beware how far we confent; "Too foon when we yield to late we repent ; "Tis ignorance makes men admire; "And granting defire "We feed not the fire, "But make it more quickly expire." 19 |