John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. [BORN 1647. DIED 1680.] SONG. HILE on these lovely looks I gaze, To see a wretch pursuing, In raptures of a blest amaze, His pleasing, happy ruin; His fate is too aspiring, Whose heart, broke with a load of love, But if this murder you'd forego, The vanquished die with pleasure. Francis Atterbury, Bp. of Rochester. [BORN 1662. DIED 1732.] THE LOVER'S VOW. AIR Sylvia, cease to blame my youth For having loved before; For men, till they have learned the truth, My heart, 'tis true, hath often ranged, And many a thousand loves hath changed, But, Sylvia, when I saw those eyes, Stars might as well forsake the skies, And vanish into air. When I from this great rule do err, New beauties to adore, May I again turn wanderer, And never settle more. William Walsh. [BORN 1663. DIED 1709.] RIVALRY IN LOVE. Fall the torments, all the cares, With which our lives are curst; Of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worst! By partners of each other kind, In love alone we hate to find Sylvia, for all the pangs you see II Matthew Prior. [BORN 1664. DIED 1721.] SONG. HE merchant, to secure his treasure, My softest verse, my darling lyre When Cloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs; Fair Cloe blushed: Euphelia frowned; I sung and gazed; I played and trembled; And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all dissembled. Aaron Hill. [BORN 1684-5. DIED 1749-50.] MODESTY. S lamps burn silent with unconscious light, So modest ease in beauty shines most bright: Unaiming charms with edge resistless fall, And she who means no mischief does it all. SONG. H! forbear to bid me slight her, Life should leap to leave my heart. Strong, though soft, a lover's chain, Though the tender flame were dying, Love would light it at her eyes; Or, her tuneful voice applying, Through my ear my soul surprise. Deaf, I see the fate I shun; Blind, I fear I am undone. |