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Show 184 ' T 0 E M S. Tendres defers out of a French Profc. C^Ofoftdefires, Love's gentle Progeny, f And on the Heart of charming Sylvia fieze, Then quickly back again return to me, , Since that's the only cure for m y difeafe; But if you mifs her breaft w h o m I adore, Then take your flighty and vifit mine no more. Amanti cti in pianti, Sec. LOvers who in complaints your felves confume, And to be happy once perhaps prefume \ Your Love and hopes, alike are vain, Nor will they ever cure your pain. They that in Love would joy attain, Their paffioh to their power muft frame; let them enjoy what they can gain, And never higher aim. «•. », Complaints and Sorrows, from m e now depart, You think to foften an ungentle Heart, W h e n it not onely wards fuch blows, But from your fufferance prouder grows. They that' in Love would joy, <&>c. A Pajioral of Monf. de Scudery's in the firft volume of Almahide, Englifbed. SI othful deceiver, come away, With m e again the fields furvcy ; And flcep no more, unlefs it be M y Fortune thou fhouldft dream of me, ' The . T 0 E M S> 185 The Sky, from which the Night is fled,. Is painted with a matchlefs Red, Tis day ', the morning greets m y Eyes: Thou art m y Sun, wilt thou not rife ? Now the black Shadows of the Night From Heav'n and Earth, are put to Flight \ Come and difpel each ling'ring fhade, With that Light which thy Eyes have made* That Planet, which fo like thee feems, In his long and piercing beams, At once illuminates and Guilds All thefe valleys, and thefe Fields. The Winds do rather figh than blow, And Rivers murmure as they go, And all things feem to thee to fay, Rife Fair one, 'tis a Lovely Day. Come and the liquid Pearls defcry, Which glittering 'mong the flowers lye $ Day finds them wet, when it appears, And 'tis too often with m y Tears. Hearken, and thou wilt much approve The Warbling Confort of this Grove \ Compleat the pleafure of our Ears, Mixing thy harmony with theirs* Feather'd Muficain ftep afide, Thy felf within thefe bufhes hide, While m y Amintas Voice affords Her charming Notes to cloath m y words* Haften to fing them, then my fair, And put this proud one to defpair, B b Whofe |