But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. Melting joys about her move, Killing pleasures, wounding blisses; She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can warm with kisses. Angels listen if she speak, She's my delight, all mankind's wonder: But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. SONG. All my past life is mine no more, The time that is to come is not; Phillis, is only thine. 118 ANNE, MARCHIONESS OF WHARTON. Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts and broken vows; If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee, ANNE, MARCHIONESS OF WHARTON. Born died 1685. SONG. How hardly I conceal'd my tears, But now my joys as wild are grown, I tell it to the bleating flocks, And bless the hollow-murmuring rocks For echoing back to me. Thus you may see with how much joy We want, we wish, believe: 'Tis hard such passion to destroy But easy to deceive! CHARLES MORDANT EARL OF PETERBOROUGH. Born 1658, died 1735. I said to my heart, between sleeping and waking, "Thou wild thing, that always art leaping or aching, What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what nation, By turns has not taught thee a pit-a-patation ?" Thus accused, the wild thing gave this sober reply When our Sappho appears-she, whose wit so refined • Prudentia as vainly would put in her claim, "But Chloe so lively, so easy, so fair, 120 BARON GOWRAN. O wonderful creature! a woman of reason! Only tell her that I love, Leave the rest to Her and Fate! Some kind planet, from above, May perhaps her pity move: Lovers on their stars must wait: Only tell her, that I love! Why, ob, why should I despair? FRANCIS ATTERBURY. Born 1662, died 1731-2. ON A FAN. Flavia the least and slightest toy That it wounds more than Cupid's bow; MATTHEW PRIOR. Born 1664, died 1721. SONG. While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess My heavy eyes, you say, confess |