Cupid, from his fav'rite nation, Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, Every swain shall pay his duty, Those shall be renowned for love. LOVE IN WORD AND ACTION. APHRA BEHN. 'Tis not your saying that you love, In vain you bid my passion cease, And ease my troubled breast, But if I fail your heart to move, PHILLIS. SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE. When Phillis watch'd her harmless sheep Then flying to the neighbouring grove, And to the winds did breathe her love. She sought in vain To ease her pain; The heedless winds did fan her fire; Gave no relief, But rather did increase desire, Then sitting with her arms across, [In the Comedy of "Love in a Tub."] TO A LADY READING SHERLOCK UPON DEATH. LORD CHESTERFIELD. Mistaken fair, lay Sherlock by, He cheats us of our living. To die's a lesson we shall know, To live's to love, to bless be blest, But if thus blest, I may not live, To me at least your Sherlock give, LOUISA'S LIP. DAVID GARRICK. For me my fair a wreath has wove A bee within a damask rose |