RECITATIVE. But Celia now repenting Her breach of affignation, And sparkling inclination. Like Citherea fmiling, She blush'd, and laid his paffion; PALINODE. "How engaging, how endearing, "Is a lover's pain and care! "And what joy the nymph's appearing "After abfence or despair! "Women wife increase defiring, 20 25 "By contriving kind delays, 30 "And advancing or retiring, "All they mean is more to please." 32 GRANT THE PETITION. IT me, gentle Love! faid I, Thus to almighty Love I cry'd, "Nor Time nor Fate his glory fhall oppofe, 265 "Or blaft the monuments the Mufe beftows." This faid, no more remain'd. Th' ethereal hoft Again impatient crowd the crystal coaft. 269 The father now within his fpacious hands Encompass'd all the mingled mafs of feas and lands, And having heav'd aloft the pond rous sphere, He lanch'd the world to float in ambient air. 272 RECITATIVE. But Celia now repenting Her breach of affignation, And sparkling inclination. Like Citherea fmiling, She blush'd, and laid his paffion; PALINODE. "How engaging, how endearing, "Is a lover's pain and care! "And what joy the nymph's appearing "After abfence or despair! "Women wife increase defiring, 20 25 'By contriving kind delays, 30 "And advancing or retiring, "All they mean is more to please." 32 THE PETITION. GRANT me, gentle Love! said I, Thus to almighty Love I cry'd, Bleflings greater none can have, Art thou not mynta's flave? Ceafe, fond Mortal! to implore, For Love, Love himself 's no more. 10 ABSENCE. AH! what pains, what racking thoughts, he proves, Who lives remov'd from her he dearest loves! AMORET. I. FAIR Amoret is gone aftray, II. Coquetre and coy at once her air, Affecting to feem unaffected. III. With skill her eyes dart ev'ry glance, Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er futpect 'em, Tho' certain aim and art direct 'em. IV. She likes herself, yet others hates For that which in herself the prizes; LESBIA. WHEN Lefbia first I saw so heav'nly fair, Forth from her coral lips fuch folly broke, 12 16 Like balm the trickling nonfenfe heal'd my wound, And what her eyes enthrall'd her tongue unbound. DORIS. DORIS, a nymph of riper age, Has every grace and art; |