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SON

By the Same.

G.

WHEN Fanny a blooming fair

Firft caught my ravish'd fight,

Struck with her shape and air,
I felt a strange delight:
Whilft eagerly I gaz'd,
Admiring every part,
And every feature prais'd,
She ftole into my heart.

In her bewitching eyes

Ten thousand loves appear ;
There Cupid baking lies,

His fhafts are hoarded there;
Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
With colour all their own,
Excelling far the pride
Of rofes newly blown.

Her well-turn'd limbs confefs

The lucky hand of Jove;
Her features all express

The beauteous queen of love:

a Supposed to be Lady Frances Shirley.

What

What flames my nerves invade,
When I behold the breaft

Of that too charming maid
Rife, fuing to be prefs'd!

Venus round Fanny's waift,
Has her own Ceftus bound,
With guardian Cupids grac❜d,
Who dance the circle round..
How happy must be be,

Who fhall her zone unloofe !

That blifs to all, but me,
May heaven and the refuse!

SON

W Henever, Chloe, I begin

G.

Your heart like mine to move,

You tell me of the crying fin

Of unchafte lawless love.

Which

How can that paffion be a fin, gave to Chloe birth? How can those joys but be divine,

Which make a heaven on earth?

To

1

To wed, mankind the prieft trepann'd, By fome fly fallacy,

And difobey'd God's great command, Increase and multiply.

You fay that love's a crime; content:
Yet this allow you muft,

More joy's in heav'n if one repent,
Than over ninety juft.

Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's fake, Repent and be forgiven;

Blefs me, and by repentance make

A holy day in heaven.

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INDEX

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FIRST V
VOLUM E.

A

Poem to his Excellency the Lord Privy Seal, on the Pro-
Spect of Peace

To the Right Hon. the Earl of Warwick, &c.

Colin and Lucy

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An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus, from Horace, Book

44

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An Ode infcribed to the Right Hon. the Earl of Sunderland
at Windfor

Kenfington Garden

An Epiftle from a Lady in England to a Gentleman at Avig-