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"Farewel, my Delia! O, farewel!" said I, "The utmost period of my time is nigh; "Too cruel Fate forbids my longer stay, "And wretched Strephon is compell'd away. "But tho' I must my native plains forege, "Forsake these fields, forsake my Delia too, "No change of fortune shall for ever move "The settled base of my immortal love." "And must my Strephon, must my faithful swain, "Be forc'd," you cry'd, "to a remoter plain ! "The darling of my soul so soon remov'd! "The only valu'd, and the best belov'd! "Tho' other swains to me themselves addrest, 70 "Strephon was still distinguish'd from the rest; "Flat and insipid all their courtship seem'd ; "Little themselves, their passions less, esteem'd; "For my aversion with their flames increas'd, "And none but Strephon partial Delia pleas'd. 75 "Tho' I'm depriv'd of my kind shepherd's sight, "Joy of the day, and blessing of the night, "Yet will you, Strephon! will you love me still ? "However flatter me, and say you will; "For should you entertain a rival love, "Should you unkind to me, or faithless prove, "No mortal e'er could half so wretched be, "For sure no mortal ever lov'd like me."

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"Your beauty, Nymph! said I, my faith secures; "Those you once conquer must be always your's : "For hearts subdu'd by your victorious eyes 86 "No force can storm, no stratagem surprise :

" Nor can I of captivity complain,

"While lovely Delia holds the glorious chain.

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"The Cyprian queen, in young Adonis' arms, 90 "Might fear, at least, he would despise her charms; "But I can never such a monster prove, "To slight the blessings of my Delia's love. "Would those who at celestial tables sit, "Bless'd with immortal wine, immortal wit, "Chuse to descend to some inferior board, "Which nought but scum and nonsense can afford? "Nor can Le'er to those gay nymphs address, "Whose pride is greater and whose charms are less; "Their tinsel beauty may, perhaps, subdue 100 "A gaudy coxcomb or a fulsome beau, "But seem at best indifferent to me,

"Who none but you with admiration see. "Now would the rolling orbs obey my will, "I'd make the sun a second time stand still, 105 "And to the lower world their light repay, "When conqu❜ring Joshua robb'd 'em of a day ; "Tho' our two souls would diff'rent passions prove, "His was a thirst of glory, mine of love.

"It will not be ; the sun makes haste to rise, 110. "And take possession of the eastern skies; "Yet one more kiss, tho' millions are too few, "And Delia! since we must, must part, adieu." As Adam, by an injur'd Maker driv’n From Eden's groves the vicinage of heav'n, Compell'd to wander, and oblig'd to bear The harsh impressions of a ruder air,

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With mighty sorrow and with weeping eyes
Look'd back, and mourn'd the loss of Paradise;
With a concern like his did I review

My native plains, my charming Delia too;
For I left Paradise in leaving you.

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If, as I walk, a pleasant shade I find,
It brings your fair idea to my mind :
Such was the happy place, I sighing, say,
Where I and Delia, lovely Delia! lay,
When first I did my tender thoughts impart,
And made a grateful present of my heart :
Or if my friend in his apartinent shows
Some piece of Vandyke's or of Angelo's,
In which the artist has, with wondrous care,
Describ'd the face of one exceeding fair,
Tho' at first sight it may my passion raise,
And ev'ry feature I admire and praise,
Yet still methinks, upon a second view,
"Tis not so beautiful, so fair, as you.
If I converse with those whom most admit
To have a ready, gay, vivacious wit,
They want some amiable moving grace,
Some turn of fancy, that my Delia has ;

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For ten good thoughts amongst the crowd they vent, Methinks ten thousand are impertinent.

Let other shepherds that are prone to range,

With each caprice their giddy humours change;
They from variety less joys receive

Than you alone are capable to give !

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Nor will I envy those ill-judging swains
(What they enjoy's the refuse of the plains),
If, for my share of happiness below,
Kind Heav'n upon me Delia would bestow;
Whatever blessings it can give beside,
Let all mankind among themselves divide.

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UNDER AFFLICTION.

NONE lives in this tumultuous state of things,
Where ev'ry morning some new trouble brings,
But bold inquietudes will break his rest,

And gloomy thoughts disturb his anxious breast.
Angelic forms and happy spirits are
Above the malice of perplexing care;
But that's a blessing too sublime, too high
For those who bend beneath mortality.
If in the body there was but one part
Subject to pain and sensible of smart,
And but one passion could torment the mind,
That part, that passion, busy Fate would find :
But since infirmities in both abound,
Since sorrow both so many ways can wound,
'Tis not so great a wonder that we grieve
Sometimes, as 'tis a miracle we live.

The happiest man that ever breath'd on earth,
With all the glories of estate and birth,
Had yet some anxious care, to make him know
No grandeur was above the reach of woe.
To be from all things that disquiet free
Is not consistent with humanity.

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Youth, wit, and beauty, are such charming things,
O'er which, if Affluence spreads her gaudy wings,
We think the person who enjoys so much
No care can move, and no affliction touch:

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