But the prefent hour employ,

With wine, oh, love's alternate joy!

Thus content, if rigid fate

Calls us from our happy state,

We'll drink our glafs, and throw it down,
And die without a fingle frown.

IN

Advice to FLORETTA.

NSULTING fair, you misemploy
Those charms which nature gave;

As if the power to destroy

Were greater than to fave.

So kings, who to the power they have

Add rage and cruelty,

Their fubjects may a while enflave,

But unlamented die.

Then, dear Floretta, be advis'd,
Nor fhun my proffer'd care;
Wou'd you by all be truly priz'd,
Be kind as you are fair.

MAN'S

A"

MAN'S Inconftancy.

H! why, Alexis, wou'd you leave
A nymph that doats on you?

Did thy Amanda once deceive,

Or ever prove untrue?

Shou'd fo much truth, from one belov'd,

Meet fuch unkind return?

And must that flame, which nature mov’d,
In age no longer burn?

Another now th' inconftant loves,

Forgetful of his mate;

But tho' in diftant plains he roves,

Yet can't Amanda hate.

Beware, young virgins, how your mind

To faithlefs men you give,

For they're as wav'ring as the wind,

And foon or late deceive.

Against

Against ENVY.

o woman her envy can fmother,

N°

Tho' never fo vain of her charms;

If a beauty she spies in another,
The pride of her heart it alarms.

New conquefts she still must be making,
Or fancies her power grown lefs,
Her poor little heart is still aking
At fight of another's fuccefs.

But nature defign'd,

In love to mankind,

That different beauties fhou'd move,

Still pleas'd to ordain,

None ever fhou'd reign

Sole monarch in empire or love.

Then learn to be wife,

New triumphs defpife,

And leave to your neighbours their due;

If one cannot please,

You'll find by degrees,

You'll not be contented with two.

ACTEON'S

A

ACTEON'S Fate accounted for.

s naked almoft, and more fair you appear,
Than Diana, when spy'd by Acteon ;
Yet that ftag-hunter's fate, your votaries here,
We hope you're too gentle to lay on.

For he, like a fool, took a peep, and no more,
So fhe gave him a large pair of horns, fir;
What goddess, undreft, fuch neglect ever bore;
Or, what woman e'er pardon'd fuch scorns, fir?

The man, who with beauty feafts only his eyes,
With the fair always works his own ruin;
You fhall find by our actions, our looks, and our fighs,
We're not barely contented with viewing.

A

Secret Lov E.

H! Belinda, I am preft

With torments not to be expreft,

Peace and I are ftrangers grown,
I languish till my grief be known,
Yet wou'd not have it guest.

The

W

The Partial NYMPH.

HAT a fad fate is mine!

My love is my crime;

Or why fhou'd she be
More easy and free
To all than to me?

But if, by disdain, She can leffen my pain, "Tis all I implore,

To make me love lefs,
Or herself to love more.

Love more powerful than FATE.

ATTEMPT from love's sickness to fly all in vain,

I Since I am my felf my own fever and pain;

No more now, fond heart, with pride no more fwell,
Thou canst not raife forces enough to rebel;

For love has more pow'r, and lefs mercy than fate,
To make us feek ruin, and love those that hate.

VOL. IV.

S

LOVE