Ο UR fighs are heard, just Heaven declares She that has fo far the reft outshin'd, So when the fky makes us endure Hence 'tis that I conceal my flame, Better a thousand fuch as I, Their grief untold, fhould pine and die; THE BU D.. LATELY on yonder swelling bush, Big with many a coming rofe, This early bud began to blush, And did but half itfelf difclofe : Still as I did the leaves inspire, With fuch a purple light they shone, If our loose breath fo much can do, When Flavia it aspires to move? B SON G. EHOLD the brand of beauty toft! See how the motion does dilate the flame! Delighted Love his spoils does boast, And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confin'd, As lightning hurled through the air. High heaven the glory does increase Joys with the moon to play : To To the sweet strains they advance, Which do refult from their own spheres; Moves with the numbers which the hears. On the Discovery of a Lady's PAINTING. PYGM YGMALEON's fate revers'd is mine : All that I worship'd as divine, As women yet, who apprehend Some fudden cause of causeless fear, So, though the beauty do appear No beauty, which amaz'd me so; Yet from my breast I cannot tear The paffion, which from thence did grow Nor yet out of my fancy rafe The print of that fuppofed face, A real A real beauty, though too near, MA From whom he received a Silver Pen. ADAM! intending to have try'd In ink the shining point I dy'd, And drench'd it in the fable wave: Suppofe you had deferv'd to take So ill a change; who ever won I, that expreffed her commands To mighty Lords and Princely dames, Always most welcome to their hands; Proud that I would record their names; Muft now be taught an hurable ftyle, Some meaner beauty to beguile! So So I, the wronged pen to please, And now 'tis forced to confefs, то CHLORI S. HLORIS! fince firft our calm of CH peace Was frighted hence, this good we find, Your favours with your fears increase, So the fair tree, which still preferves Her fruit and ftate, while no wind blows; W to thy voice, 'HILE I liften Chloris! I feel my life decay : That powerful noise Calls my fleeting foul away. Peace, |