Fair Hebe My lyre I tune, my voice I raise; But with my numbers mix my sighs: I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes. Fair Chloe blushed: Euphelia frowned: I sung, and gazed: I played, and trembled: Remarked, how ill we all dissembled. 721 Matthew Prior ]1664-1721] PIOUS SELINDA Prous Selinda goes to prayers, Or I of her a sinner. William Congreve [1670-1729] FAIR HEBE FAIR Hebe I left, with a cautious design To escape from her charms, and to drown them in wine, I tried it; but found, when I came to depart, The wine in my head, and still love in my heart. I repaired to my Reason, entreated her aid; Who paused on my case and each circumstance weighed, "That's a truth," replied I, "I've no need to be taught; I came for your counsel to find out a fault." "If that's all," quoth Reason, "return as you came; To find fault with Hebe, would forfeit my name." 1722 What hopes then, alas! of relief from my pain, While, like lightning, she darts through each throbbing vein? My Senses surprised, in her favor took arms; And Reason confirms me a slave to her charms.. John West [1693–1766] And yet it grieves my heart Death strike me with his dart! } Phillada flouts me. Thou shalt eat crudded cream All the year lasting, And drink the crystal stream Pleasant in tasting; Whig and whey whilst thou lust, Pears, plums, and cherries. Thy raiment shall be thin, Made of a weevil's skin- In the last month of May That she loved roses. I brought to deck the bowers But she did all disdain, And threw them back again; Therefore 'tis flat and plain Fair maiden, have a care, I can have those as fair Favors me greatly. Contentions One throws milk on my clothes, What wanting signs are those? I cannot work nor sleep Love wounds my heart so deep I 'gin to pine away Phillada flouts me. "WHEN MOLLY SMILES" WHEN Molly smiles beneath her cow, What can I do? On worky days 1 Unknown Good master curate, teach me how CONTENTIONS Unknown Ir was a lordling's daughter, the fairest one of three, Her fancy, fell a-turning. |