Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.

Tell her my pains so fast increase,

That foon they will be past redress ;
But ah! the wretch, that fpeechless lies,
Attends but death to close his eyes.

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A

S

N G

TO A

Fair Young LADY, going out of the Town in

A

the Spring.

I.

SK not the caufe, why fullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear ;
Why warbling birds forget to fing,

And winter ftorms invert the year:
Chloris is gone, and fate provides
To make it Spring, where the refides.

II.

Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;
She caft not back a pitying eye:
But left her lover in defpair,

To figh, to languish, and to die:
Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
To give the wounds they will not cure!

III.

Great god of love, why haft thou made
A face that can all hearts command,
That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of ev'ry land?
Where thou hadst plac'd fuch power before,
Thou shouldft have made her mercy more.
IV.

When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall;
She can reftore the dead from tombs,
And every life but mine recal.

I only am by Love defign'd

To be the victim for mankind.

'T"

1.

WAS at the royal feaft, for Perfia won
By Philip's warlike fon :

Aloft in awful Atate

The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with rofes and with myrtles bound. (So fhould defert in arms be crown'd :)

The lovely Thais, by his fide,

Sate like a blooming Eaftern bride

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

CHORU S.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

II.

Timotheus, plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes afcend the sky,

And heavenly joys infpire.

The fong began from Jove,

Who left his blifsful feats above,
(Such is the power of mighty love.)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god :
Sublime on radiant fpires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia prefs'd:

And while he fought her snowy breaft: Then, round her flender waist he curl'd,

And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world.

The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found,

A present deity, they fhout around:

A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch bears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the Spheres.

III.

The praife of Bacchus then, the fweet musician fung;
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes;

Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;
Flush'd with a purple grace

He fhews his honeft face:

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain;
Bacchus's bleffings are a treasure,
Drinking is the foldier's pleasure :
Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,

Sweet is pleasure after pain.