Now if thou art so lost a thing, Here all thy tender sorrows bring, In dreams of fondest passion most, For if thou thus hast lov'd, oh! never hope a cure. ADDRESS TO CUPID. [MRS. BARBAULD] IF ever thou didst joy to bind F. Two hearts in equal passion join'd, Oh son of Venus! hear me now, And bid Florella bless my vow. If any bliss reserv'd for me Thou in the leaves of fate should'st see, Pregnant with hoarded joys in store; Now, now the mighty treasure give, In all the pride of full-blown charms But, Cupid, if thine aid be vain She dash my hopes, and scorn my sighs; O; grant ('tis all I ask of thee) That I no more may change than she; Leave me then alone to languish, [MRS. BARBAULD.] As near a weeping spring reclin'd, The beauteous Araminta pin'd, And mourn'd a false ungrateful youth; An aged shepherd heard her moan, A breaking heart by love betray'd. Why shouldst thou waste such precious showers, That fall like dew on wither'd flowers, But dying passion ne'er restor❜d; In beauty's empire is no mean, Those liquid pearls from either eye, When love was young, and Damon true, Cease, cease to grieve, thy tears are vain, [SOAME JENYNS.] Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes My heart your own declare; But for heaven's sake let it suffice You reign triumphant there. Forbear your utmost power to try, Could all your arts successful prove, Say, would you use that very power You from her fondness claim, To ruin in one fatal hour A life of spotless fame. Resolve not then to do an ill Be you yourself my virtue's guard, Defend and not pursue, Since 'tis a task for me too hard To strive with love and you. |