ON HIS MISTRESS DROWN'D. f BY THO. SPRATT, BISHOP OF ROCHESTER. SWEET ftream, that doth with equal pace Forbear awhile to flow, And liften to my woe. Then go, and tell the sea that all its brine Is fresh, compar'd to mine; Inform it that the gentler dame, Who was the life of all my flame, In the glory of her bud, Has pafs'd the fatal flood, Death by this only ftroke triumphs above The greatest power of Love: Alas, alas! I must give o’er, My fighs will let me add no more. 10 Go on, sweet stream, and henceforth reft 15 No more than does my troubled breast; And if my fad complaints have made thee stay, CONSTANCY. BY SIR CHARLES SEDLEY, BART.* FEAR 5 That lead me to the treas'ry of thy mind, Thy lovely face, my faith can never harm; And age deluded, when it comes, will find My love remov'd, and to thy foul affign'd. * Born 1639; dyed 1701. ASONG. BY THE SAME. HEARS not my Phillis how the birds Their feather'd mates falute? They tell their paffion in their words; Phillis, without frown or fmile, The god of love in thy bright eyes But in thy heart a child he lyes, Without his dart or flame. Phillis, without, &c. So many months in filence past, And yet in raging love, Might well deserve one word at last Phillis, without, &c. Muft then your faithful fwain expire, And not one look obtain, Which he, to footh his fond defire, Might pleasingly explain? Phillis, without, &c. S ΙΟ 15 20 INCONSTANCY EXCUSED. SONG. BY JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. I MUST Confefs I am untrue To Gloriana's eyes ; But he that's fmil'd upon by you, But when the fun breaks kindly forth, Those fainter flames expire. Then blame me not for flighting now What I did once adore; O, do but this one change allow, Fixt by your never-failing charms, Till languishing within your arms, I figh my foul away. * Born 1646; dyed 1721. 10 15 ON LUCINDA'S DEATH. BY THE SAME. COME all ye doleful, dismal cares, The pangs of love when it defpairs, 5 Who now have loft-----but oh! how much? No language, nothing can express, Except my grief; for she was such, That praises would but make her lefs. 10 Yet who can ever dare to raise His voice on her, unless to praise ? Free from her fex's fmalleft faults, And fair as womankind can be ; 15 |