Grieving yet more, when he reflects that you
Muft not be happy, or muft not be true.

But fince to me it seems a blacker Fate

To be inconftant, than unfortunate ;

Remember all those Vows between us past,
When I from all I value parted last ;

May you alike with kind Impatience burn,
And something mifs, till I with Joy return;
And foon may pitying Heav'n that Blefling give,
As in the hopes of that alone I live.

Love's

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Love's Slavery.

RAVE Fops my Envy now beget,

Who did my Pity move;

They by the right of wanting Wit,

Are free from Cares of Love.

Turks honour Fools, because they are

By that Defect secure

From Slavery and Toils of War,

Which all the reft endure.

So I, who fuffer cold Neglect

And Wounds from CELIA's Eyes,

Begin extremely to respect

These Fools that feem fo wife.

'Tis true they fondly fet their Hearts

On things of no Delight;

To pass all Day for Men of Parts,
They pass alone the Night:

But CELIA never breaks their Reft;
Such Servants fhe difdains;

And fo the Fops are dully bleft,
While I endure her Chains.

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The DREA M.

EADY to throw me at the Feet

Of that fair Nymph whom I adore,

Impatient those Delights to meet,
Which I enjoy'd the Night before;

By her wonted fcornful Brow,
Soon the fond Miftake I find;

IXION mourn'd his Error fo,

When JUNO's Form the Cloud refign'd.

Sleep, to make its Charms more priz'd
Than waking Joys, which most prevail,
Had cunningly itself difguis'd

In a Shape that could not fail.

There my CELIA's fnowy Arms,

Breafts, and other Parts more dear, Expofing new and unknown Charms,

To my transported Soul appear.

Then

Then you so much Kindness fhow,
My Defpair deluded flies;
And indulgent Dreams bestow
What your Cruelty denies.

Blush not that your Image, Love
Naked to my Fancy brought;

'Tis hard, methinks, to disapprove
The Joys I feel without your fault.

Wonder not a fancy'd Bliss

Can fuch Griefs as mine remove;

That Honour as fantastick is,

Which makes you flight fuch constant Love.

The Virtue which you value fo,

Is but a Fancy frail and vain;

Nothing is folid here below,
Except my Love, and your Difdain.

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