V.

Believe not what the Land-Men say,

Who tempt with Doubts thy constant Mind ; They'll tell thee, Sailors, when away,

In ev'ry Port a Mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
For thou art prefent, wherefoe'er I go.

VI.

If to fair India's Coaft I fail,

Thy Eyes are seen in Diamonds bright;

Thy Breath is Africk's Spicy Gale,

Thy Skin is Ivory, fo white.

Thus ev'ry beauteous Object that I view,
Wakes in my Soul fome Charm of lovely Sue.

VII.

Tho' Battle calls me from thy Arms,

Let not my pretty Sufan mourn;
Tho' Cannons roar, yet fafe from Harms,

William hall to his Dear return.

Love turns afide the Balls that round me fly,

Left precious Tears fhould drop from Sufan's Eye.

VIII. The

The Boatswain gave

VIII.

the dreadful Word,

The Sails their fwelling Bofome fpread,

No longer must she stay Aboard,

They kifs'd, fhe figh'd, he hung his Head.

Her lefs'ning Boat, unwilling, rows to Land;
Adieu, fhe crys, and way'd her Lilly-Hand.

Ο Ν

FLORINDA,

Seen whilft She was Bathing.

WAS Summer, and the clear refplendent

Moon,

Shedding far o'er the Plains her full-orb'd

Light,

Among the leffer Stars diftinctly Shone,
Defpoiling of its Gloom the fcanty Night,
When walking forth, a lonely Path I took,
Nigh the fair Border of a purling Brook.

Sweet and refreshing was the Midnight Air,

Whofe gentle Motions hufht the filent Grove;

Silent, unless when prick'd with wakeful Care,

Philomel warbled out her Tale of Love:

While blooming Flow'rs, which in the Meadows grew,
O'er all the Place their blended Odours threw.

Juft by, the limpid River's Chrystal Wave,

Its Eddies gilt with Phabe's Silver Ray,

Still as it flow'd a glitt'ring Luftre gave,

With glancing Gleams that emulate the Day; Yet, Oh! not half so bright as those that rise, Where young Florinda turns her fmiling Eyes.

Whatever pleasing Views my Senses meet,
Her intermingled Charms improve the Theme;
The warbling Birds, the Flow'rs that breathe so sweet,
And the foft Surface of the dimpled Stream,
Refembling in the Nymph fome lovely Part,
With Pleasures more exalted feize my Heart..

Wrapt in these Thoughts I negligently rov'd,
Imagin'd Tranfports all my Soul imploy;
When the delightful Voice of her I lov'd,

Sent thro the Shades å Sound of real Joy;
Confus'd it came, with giggling Laughter mixt
And Eccho from the Banks reply'd betwixt.

Infpir'd with Hope, upborn with light Defire,

To the dear Place my ready Footsteps tend, Quick, as when kindling Trails of active Fire Up to their native Firmament afcend;

There shrouded in the Briars unfeen I stood,

And thro' the Leaves furvey'd the neighb'ring Flood.

Florinda, with two Sifter-Nymphs, undrest,
Within the Channel of the cooly Tide,
By bathing sought to footh her Virgin-Breast,
Nor could the Night her dazling Beauties hide;
Her Features, glowing with eternal Bloom,
Darted, like Hesper, thro' the dusky Gloom.

Her Hair bound backward in a Spiral Wreath,
Her upper Beauties to my Sight betray'd,
The happy Stream, concealing those beneath,

Around her Waste with circling Waters play'd,
Who, while the Fair One on his Bosome sported,
Her dainty Limbs with liquid Kiffes fported,

A thousand CUPIDS with their Infant-Arms,
Swam paddling in the Current here and there;
Some, with Smiles innocent, remark'd the Charms
Of the regardless undefigning Fair;

Some, with their little Eben-Bows full bended,
And levell'd Shafts the naked Girl defended.

Her Eyes, her Lips, her Breafts exactly round,
Of Lilly-Hue, unnumber'd Arrows fent;
Which, to my Heart, an easy Paffage found,

Thrill'd in my Bones, and thro' my Marrow went :

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