Who first the gen'rous Steed oppreft, Not kneeling did falute the Beast; But with high Courage, Life and Force Pity, fuppofing them opprest With Tyrants Force, whose Law is Will, Shou'd fome brave Turk, that walks among While her high Pride does fcarce defcend Of mighty Love; that conqu'ring Look, So the tall Stag upon the brink Of fome smooth Stream about to drink, With fhame remembers that he fled To PHILLIS. Hillis, why fhou'd we delay PHillis, Pleasures fhorter than the Day? Cou'd we (which we never can) Phillis, to this Truth we owe All the Love betwixt us two: Let Let not you and I inquire, What has been our past Defire: On what Shepherds you have fmil'd, Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd; Leave it to the Planets too, What we fhall hereafter do; For the Joys we now may prove, To PHILLIS. PHillis, 'twas Love that injur'd you, And on that Rock your Thirfis threw, Fond Love his Darts at random throws, Love made the lovely Venus burn Love makes fo many Hearts the Prize Which fhe regards no more, than they The Tears of leffer Beauties weigh: And the vext Sailors curfe the Rain, Never encount'ring Face to Face; No more to Love we'll facrifice, And let our Hearts, which Love disjoin'd, By his kind Mother be combin'd. iPeace Chloris, Peace, or Singing dies That together you and I To To Heav'n may go: For all we know Of what the Blessed do above, Is, that they Sing, and that they Love. SONG. TAY Phoebus, ftay, STAY The World to which you fly fo fast, Conveying Day From us to them, can pay your Hafte With no fuch Object, and falute your Rife With no fuch Wonder, as de Mornay's Eyes. Well does this prove The Error of those antique Books, Which made you move About the World; her charming Looks Wou'd fix your Beams, and make it ever Day, Did not the rowling Earth fnatch her away. To A MORE T. A Moret, the Milky Way, Fram'd of many nameless Stars, The smooth Stream, where none can say, He this Drop to that prefers. D 4 Amoret, |