For oh! that form fo heavenly fair, Thy every look, and every grace So charms whene'er I view thee, Low at thy feet to breathe my last, HAMILTON. G% O, tell AMYNTA, gentle fwain, What dying lovers dare not say. A figh, or tear, perhaps, fhe'll give, Tell her, that hearts for hearts were made, Tell her, my pains fo faft increase, DRYDEN. YES, ES, faireft proof of beauty's power, Nature points this my fatal hour; While now I take my last adieu Heave thou no figh, nor fhed a tear, Left yet my half-clos'd eye may view On earth an object worth its care. From From jealoufy's tormenting ftrife For ever be thy bofom freed; That nothing may disturb thy life Content I hasten to the dead. Yet when fome better fated youth Shall with his amorous parly move thee, Reflect one moment on his truth Who dying thus perfifts to love thee. PRIOR. N vain you tell your parting lover IN You with fair winds may waft him over: Alas! what winds can happy prove That bear me far from what I love? From flighted vows and cold difdain? Be gentle, and in pity choose PRIOR. TH HE heavy hours are almost past That part my love and me; My longing eyes may hope at last Their only wish to fee. But how, my DELIA, will you meet Will you in every look declare And And heal each idle anxious care Our fears in absence frame ? Thus DELIA, thus I paint the scene But if the dream that fooths my mind Shall falfe and groundless prove, If I am doom'd at length to find You have forgot to love; All I of Venus afk is this, No more to let us join ; But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss, LYTTELTON. F wine and mufic have the IF power To ease the fickness of the foul, Let Phoebus every string explore, And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl. |