VI.

I have heard her with fweetnefs unfold

How that pity was due to

That it ever attended the bold,

a dove:

And the call'd it the fifter of love.
But her words fuch a pleasure convey,
So much I her accents adore,
Let her speak, and whatever she say,
Methinks I fhould love her the more.
VII.
Can a bofom fo gentle remain

Unmov'd, when her Corydon fighs ?
Will a nymph that is fond of the plain;
These plains, and this valley defpife?
Dear regions of filence and fhade!

Soft scenes of contentment and ease!
Where I could have pleafingly ftray'd,
If aught, in her abfence, could please.
VIII.

But where does my Phyllida ftray?

And where are her grots and her bow'rs ?
Are the groves and the valleys as gay,
And the shepherds as gentle as ours?

The groves may perhaps be as fair,

And the face of the valleys as fine; The fwains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.

III. So Li

WH

HY will you my paffion reprove?
Why term it a folly to grieve?
Ere I fhew you the charms of my love,

She is fairer than you can believe.
With her mien fhe enamours the brave;
With her wit the engages the free;
With her modefty pleases the grave;
She is every way pleafing to me.

you

that have been of her train,

Come and join in my amorous lays;
I could lay down my life for the swain
That will fing but a fong in her praise.
When he fings, may the nymphs of the town
Come trooping, and listen the while ;

Nay on Him let not Phyllida frown;

- But I cannot allow her to fmile.

III.

For when Paridel tries in the dance
Any favour with Phyllis to find,

O how, with one trivial glance,

Might the ruin the peace of my mind!
she
In ringlets He dreffes his hair,

And his crook is beftudded around;
And his pipe-oh may Phyllis beware
Of a magic there is in the found.
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III.

She is faithlefs, and I am undone ;
Ye that witness the woes I endure,
Let reason inftruct you to fhun

What it cannot inftruct you to cure.
Beware how ye loiter in vain

Amid nymphs of an higher degree: It is not for me to explain

How fair, and how fickle they be,

Alas! from the day that we met,
What hope of an end to my woes?
When I cannot endure to forget

The glance that undid my repofe.
Yet time may diminish the pain:

The flow'r, and the fhrub, and the tree,
Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain,
In time may have comfort for me.

V.

The fweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,

The found of a murmuring ftream, The peace which from folitude flows, Henceforth fhall be Corydon's theme, High tranfports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own; Fate never beftow'd fuch delight,

As I with my Phyllis had known,

VI.

O ye woods, spread your branches apace;
To your deepest receffes I fly;

I would hide with the beasts of the chace;
I would vanish from every eye.

Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove
With the fame fad complaint it begun ;
How the fmil'd, and I could not but love;
Was faithlefs, and I am undone !

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INDEX to the Fourth Volume.

ELEGY written in a Country Church-yard
Hymn to Adverfity

Education, a Poem

- Penshurst

To the Hon. Wilmot Vaughan, Efq; in Wales
Epifle to Sir Thomas Hanmer

Song

Answer to ditto

Elegy to Mifs D—w—d

Arifbe to Marius Jun.

Roxana to Ufbeck

Epilogue

Ode XI. Book I. of Horace

"Love Letter

Verfes by Mr. Waller

91

98

103

105

106

109

Virgil's Tomb

110

Verfe's to Dean Swift

186

187

189

Verfes written in a Garden

Anfwer to a Love Letter

Answer to a Lady who advis'd Retirement