TO CLORIS. Cloris, I cannot say your eyes To love a part injustice were ; No drowning man can know which drop, And join to make the night look clear; Indifference excused. Love, when 'tis true, needs not the aid And, to convince the cruel'st maid, Into their very looks 'twill steal; And he that most would hide his flame, Does in that case his pain reveal, Silence itself can love proclaim. This, my Aurelia, made me shun Not in their heart, but in their head. I could not sigh, and with cross'd arms But careless liv'd, and without art, Knowing my love you must have spy'd ; And thinking it a foolish part, To set to shew, what none can hide. SONG. Love still has something of the sea, They are becalm'd in clearest days, And in rough weather tost; One while they seem to touch the port, At first disdain and pride they fear, Which if they chance to 'scape, Rivals and falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, So slowly they receive the sum, "Tis cruel to prolong a pain ; Believe me, gentle Celemene, An hundred thousand oaths your The Soldier's Catch. fears Room, boys, room; room, boys, room; We have maul'd the original Tories; We have baffled the league, Between Monsieur and Teague, And eclips'd the grand Lewis his glories. They all fly in the field, Their best garrisons yield, They stand trembling while we take their passes; Our brave King at our head, We fear no steel nor lead, But laugh at their beads and their masses! If some blood we have spilt, In love's camp we will do double duty, With the leave of the fair, And pay our arrears to true beauty. Our noble redeemer shall lead us; He hates Lewis le Grand, Like a true Englishman, And ne'er will consent to a treaty, Have what's justly their own, And the French strike sail when they meet ye. Since Elizabeth's reign, No protestant Queen We have had, but the present God bless her; Since our Edward the fourth, No brave prince of such worth, But William his valiant successor. With a Queen so devout, A parliament that will supply 'em, A cause that is right, And a King that will fight, Our enemies all we defie 'em. SONG. Who would not gaze away his heart On Mariana's eyes, Did not her high and just disdain Mirth and joy she spreads around, Her beauty with amazement strikes, Her goodness so disarms her wit Let us no more defame the fair, So, to the feather'd kind, the spring And court their new-made choice. |