A DIALOGUE.

STREPHON.

PRYTHEE

R'YTHEE now, fond fool, give o'er;
Since my heart is gone before,

To what purpose should I stay?
Love commands another way.

DAPHNE.

Perjur'd fwain, I knew the time
When diffembling was your crime,
In pity now employ that art,

Which first betray'd, to eafe my heart.

Which when gain'd, in childish play,
Wantonly are thrown away.

DAPHNE.

Still on wing, or on his knees,
Love does nothing by degrees :
Bafely flying when most priz'd,
Meanly fawning when defpis'd.
Flattering or infulting ever,
Generous and grateful never :
All his joys are fleeting dreams,
All his woes fevere extremes.

STREP HON.

Nymph, unjustly you inveigh;
Love, like us, muft Fate obey.
Since 'tis Nature's law to change,
Conftancy alone is ftrange.

See the heavens in lightnings break,
Next in ftorms of thunder speak ;
Till a kind rain from above
Makes a calm-fo 'tis in love.
Flames begin our first address,

Like meeting thunder we embrace :
Then, you know, the showers that fall
Quench the fire, and quiet all.

DAPHN E.

How should I the showers forget?
'Twas so pleasant to be wet!
They kill'd love, I knew it well.
I dy'd all the while they fell.

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