SONG, IN KING ARTHUR. TWO daughters of this aged stream are we; And both our fea-green locks have comb'd for thee; Come bathe with us an hour or two, Come naked in, for we are fo: What danger from a naked foe? Come bathe with us, come bathe and fhare, And circle round, around. 10 SONGS TO BRITANNIA, IN KING ARTHUR. SONG I. YE bluftering brethren of the skies, In triumph o'er the main. Serene and calm, and void of fear, 5 10 To hollow rocks, your ftormy feat; threat. 18 SONG II. For folded flocks, on fruitful plains, Where pleasure mixt with profit lies. Though Jafon's fleece was fam'd of old, No mines can more of wealth fupply; SONG III. Fairest isle, all ifles excelling, Cupid from his favourite nation, Gentle murmurs, fweet complaining, 5 10 5 10 Every fwain fhall pay his duty, prove; 15 Grateful every nymph fhall And as these excel in beauty, Those fhall be renown'd for love. SONG OF JEALOUSY, IN LOVE TRIUMPHANT. WHAT ftate of life can be fo bleft But if in heaven a hell we find, 'Tis all from thee, O Jealoufy! 'Tis all from thee, O Jealoufy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In abfence, or unkind difdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain. From Jealoufy: O Jealoufy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind' 5 10 15 20 |