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The Doubting LOVER.

ORINNA, with innocence, beauty, and wit,
Every fenfe does invade,

And my reafon persuade,

And with pleasure compels me my reason to quit;
Tho' my tongue has pretended to serve and adore,
I find my heart ne'er was in earnest before;
But fo bright are her charms, all my hopes I diftrust;
My want of defert makes my jealousy just:

If the joys her eyes promise I ne'er must obtain,
Let 'em quickly determine my doubts by disdain ;
I am none of those fools who can figh and complain;
But if she can betray me, my fate let me meet,
Let me live in her arms, or die at her feet.

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The CONTEST.

HEN Daphne first her fhepherd faw,.
A fudden trembling feiz'd her;.
Honour her wandring looks did awe;
She durft not view what pleas'd her.

When at her feet he fighing lay,

She found her heart complying

Yet wou'd not let her love give way,
To fave her fwain from dying.

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The little god ftood laughing by,
To fee her dextrous feigning;
He bid the blufhing fair comply,
The fhepherd leave complaining.

Advice to CELIA.

F, Celia, you had youth at will,

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And long cou'd hoard the fleeting treasure,

You might be coy and cruel ftill,

And awhile delay your pleasure.

But your youth is fwiftly flying, And your charms will foon be dying,

And then you'll ufe inviting arts in vain,

Your love will give no joy, your fcorn will give no pain.

Ufe your time then, ufe the bleffing,

Lofe no hour without poffeffing;

For when the first tumultuous bliss is past,
There still remains a joy that will for ever last.

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The Impatient VIRGIN.

ORD! what's come to my mother,
That every day more than other,
My true age fhe wou'd fmother,
And fays I'm not in my teens?
Tho' my fampler I've fewn through,
My bib and my apron outgrown too,
My baby quite away thrown too,
I wonder what 'tis fhe means:
When our John does fqueeze my hand,
And calls me fugar-sweet,

My breath almost fails me,

I know not what ails me,

My heart does fo heave and so beat.

I have heard of defires,

From girls that have just been of my years,

Love compar'd to fweet-briars,

That hurts, and yet does please;

Is love finer than money?

Or can it be sweeter than honey?
I'm, poor girl, fuch a toney,

Evads, that I cannot guess:

But I'm fure, I'll watch more near,

There's fomething that truth will fhew;
For if love be a bleffing,

To please, beyond kiffing,

Our Jane and our butler do know.

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The Agreeable NEGATIVE.

HERE was an a fwain full fair,

Was tripping it over the grass,

And there he spy'd, with her nut-brown hair,

A pretty tight country lafs :
Fair damfel, faid he,

With an air brisk and free,

Come let us each other know:
She blush'd in his face,

And reply'd with a grace,

Pray forbear, fir; no, no, no, no.

But held up her nofe for the blifs;
And when he begun,

She wou'd never have done,
But unto his lips fhe did grow:
Near fmother'd to death,

Affoon as fhe'ad breath,

She stammer'd out, No, no, no, no.

Come, come, fays he, pretty maid,
Let's walk to yon private grove,
Cupid always delights in the cooling fhade,

There I'll read thee a leffon of love;

She

She mends her pace,

And haftes to the place:

But if her lecture you'd know,
Let a bashful young muse,

Plead the maiden's excuse,
And answer you, No, no, no, no.

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The ROVER Fix'd.

ONG from the force of beauty's charms,
Long have I wander'd free;

Endur'd no grief, felt no alarms;

Referv'd to fall, and fall by thee,

Thou, fair one, thou alone canst move,
This paffion in my breast;

Thou, thou alone canst teach me love,
Oh, teach me to be bleft!

In fafety thus from all alarms,
The roving turtle flies,

Till fome unerring hand conveys
The shaft by which he dies.

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