My breast the forge of happier love, And the rich stock does so improve, That every smile and touch she gives Since thence we can such treasures raise, PHILLIS IS MY ONLY JOY. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY, born 1639, died 1701. PHILLIS is my only joy, Faithless as the wind or seas; I am cast down, And beguiling, Makes me happier than before. Though, alas! too late I find Yet the moment she is kind, I can't get free ; She deceiving, I believing, What need lovers wish for more? REASONS FOR CONSTANCY. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. NOT, Celia, that I juster am For I would change each hour, like them, For I am tied to very thee All that in woman is ador'd, Why then should I seek further store, THE DEPOSITION. THOMAS STANLEY, born 1664, died 1678. THOUGH when I lov'd thee, thou wert fair, Thou art no longer so: Those glories, all the pride they wear Unto opinion owe: Beauties, like stars, in borrowed lustre shine, And 'twas my love that gave thee thine. The flames that dwelt within thine eye Thy brightest graces fade and die At once with my desire. Love's fires thus mutual influence return; Thine cease to shine when mine to burn. Then, proud Celinda, hope no more, Since by thy scorn thou dost restore And thy despis'd disdain too late shall fina THE LOVER'S VOW. BISHOP ATTERBURY, born 1662, died 1732. FAIR Sylvia, cease to blame my youth For men, till they have learn'd the truth, My heart, 'tis true, hath often rang'd And many a thousand loves hath chang'd, But Sylvia, when I saw those eyes, Stars might as well forsake the skies, When I from this great rule do err, May I again turn wanderer, RIVALRY IN LOVE. WILLIAM WALSH, born 1663, died 1709. OF all the torments, all the cares, Sylvia, for all the pangs you see I can endure my own despair, The author of this song is mentioned in the correspondence and poems of Alexander Pope. "In 1705," says Dr. Johnson in his 'Lives of the Poets,' "Walsh began to correspond with Mr. Pope, in whom he discovered very early the power of poetry Pope always retained a grateful sense of Walsh's notice, and mentioned him in one of his latest pieces among those that had encouraged his juvenile studies,― 'Glanville the polite And knowing Walsh, would tell me I could write.'" THE FIRE OF LOVE. From the " Examen Miscellaneum," 1702, where it is said to be by Earl D. (Dorset). THE fire of love in youthful blood But for a moment burns; Yet in that moment, makes a mighty noise; But, when crept into aged veins, Like fire in logs, it glows and warms 'em long; Yet is the heat as strong. FAIR HEBE. By LORD CANTALUPE. From a half-sheet, with the music, printed about 1720, and not included in any collection. FAIR Hebe I left with a cautious design, To escape from her charms, and to drown love in wine; I tried it, but found, when I came to depart, The wine in my head, but still love in my heart. I repair'd to my Reason, entreating her aid, Who paused on my case, and each circumstance weigh'd; "That's a truth," replied I, "I've no need to be taught. I came for your counsel to find out a fault;" "If that's all," says Reason, "return as you came, For to find fault with Hebe would forfeit my name." What hopes, then, alas! of relief from my pain, When, like lightning, she darts through each throbbing vei My senses surprised, in her favour took arms, And Reason confines me, a slave to her charms! |