fools, that would not fight, from oppreffion? And were there not writing fools, what would the reading fools do for a diverfion: So that upon the whole matter I think we had even as good leave the world as we find it. However, if he thinks there ought to be fomewhat done in this matter, after having made so much noise about it; the most general folly in men being that of fhewing severity to other peoples faults, while they neglect those they commit themselves; he may order a folemn proclamation to be made, that no man fhall have the privilege of cenfuring the follies of other people, till he can bring a certificate, under the hands of three judicious neighbours, that he has none at all of his own, The DESPAIRING LOVER. D Iftracted with care, Since nothing cou'd move her, Poor Damon her lover, Refolves in despair No longer to languish, Nor bear fo much anguish: But, mad with his love, When in rage he came there, The fides did appear, And the bottom how deep; i His torments projecting, That a lover forfaken A new love may get; But a neck when once broken, Can never be fet: And, that he cou'd die Whenever he wou'd; But, that he cou'd live But bold, unconcern'd To his cottage again. F all the torments, all the cares, With which our livesare curft: Of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worst! By partners, in each other kind, Sylvia, for all the pangs you fee, How 1 How great foe'er your rigours are, I can endure my own`despair, A SONG to PHILLI S. PHIL .I. HILLIS, we not grieve that nature, And in every fingle feature Shew'd the utmost of her art. But in this it is pretended, II. That a mighty grievance lies, That your heart shou'd be defended, you III. Love's a fenfeless inclination, Perfians, paying folemn duty, PHILLIS 04 WH PHILLIS'S Refolution. I. HEN Slaves their liberty require, But you not only that defire, But ask the pow'r to reign. II. Think how unjust a suit you make, Then you will foon decline; Your freedom, when you please, pray take, III. No more in vain, Alcander, crave, I ne'er will grant the thing, That he, who once has been my slave, Should ever be my king. An EPISTLE to a Lady who had resolv❜d M against MARRIAGE. ADAM, I cannot but congratulate That That one fond act your life's best scene foregoes, Supprefs wild nature, if it dares rebel ; CLELIA |