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SAP PHO

TO

HAON.

VOL. II.

SAP

PHO

PH HAO NI.

ECQUID, ut infpecta eft studiofae littera dextrae,

Protinus eft oculis cognita noftra tuis? An, nifi legiffes auctoris nomina Sapphûs Hoc breve nefcires unde movetur opus? Forfitan & quare mea fint alterna requiras Carmina, cum lyricis fun magis apta modis. Flendus amor meus eft: elegeïa flebile carmen; Non facit ad lacrymas barbitos ulla meas. Uror, ut, indomitis ignem exercentibus Euris, Fertilis accenfis meffibus ardet ager. Arva Phaon celebrat diverfa Typhoïdos Aetnae, Me calor Aetnaeo non minor igne coquit. Nec mihi, difpofitis quae jungam carmina nervis, Proveniunt; vacuae carmina mentis opus. Nec me Pyrrhiades Methymniadefve puellae, Nec me Lefbiadum caetera turba juvant. Vilis Anactorie, vilis mihi candida Cydno: Non oculis grata eft Atthis, ut ante, meis; Atque aliae centum, quas non fine crimine amavi: Improbe, multarum quod fuit unus habes.

Eft in te facies, funt apti lulibus anni.

O facies oculis infidiofe meis!

Sume fidem & pharetram; fies manifeftus Apollo: Accedant capiti cornua; Bacchus eris.

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SAY, lovely youth, that do'st

my heart command

Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
Muft then her name the wretched writer prove,
To thy remembrance loft, as to thy love?
Afk not the caufe that I new numbers chule,
The Lute neglected, and the Lyric mufe;
Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow,
And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe.

I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn

By driving winds the spreading flames are born. 10 Phaon to Etna's fcorching fields retires,

While I confume with more than Ætna's fires!
No more my foul a charm in mufic finds,
Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds.
Soft fcenes of folitude no more can pleafe,
Love enters there, and I'm my own disease.

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No more the Lesbian dames my paffion move,
Once the dear objects of my guilty love;

All other loves are loft in only thine,

Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine!

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Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprize,
Those heav'nly looks, and dear deluding eyes?
The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear,
A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear;

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