417. JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE The Reconcilement 'OME, let us now resolve at last The truest joys they seldom prove When least I seem'd concern'd, I took No pleasure nor no rest; And when I feign'd an angry look, Own but the same to me-you'll find How blest will be our fate. O to be happy to be kind Sure never is too late! 1649-1720 418. On One who died discovering her Kindness COME vex their souls with jealous pain, SOME While others sigh for cold disdain : 419. Of all mankind I loved the best And therefore They, who could not bear All other fate I could have borne, 1652-1685 I THOMAS OTWAY The Enchantment DID but look and love awhile, 'Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will, And now I have no power. To sigh and wish is all my ease; O would your pity give my heart "Twould learn of yours the winning art, 420. JOHN OLDHAM A Quiet Soul 1653-1683 THY Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, 421. JOHN CUTTS, LORD CUTTS Song NLY tell her that I love: ONLY Leave the rest to her and Fate: Some kind planet from above 1661-1707 May perhaps her pity move: Lovers on their stars must wait.— Only tell her that I love! Why, O why should I despair! 422, MATTHEW PRIOR The Question to Lisetta 1664-1721 WHAT nymph should I admire or trust, But Chloe beauteous, Chloe just? LISETTA'S REPLY Sure Chloe just, and Chloe fair, But, when your cares to her you sing, The meanest bud that falls from mine? 423. To a Child of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author then Forty Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read, Forbid me yet my flame to tell; For, while she makes her silkworms beds She may receive and own my flame; For, though the strictest prudes should know it, Then too, alas! when she shall tear For, as our different ages move, 'Tis so ordain'd (would Fate but mend it!), That I shall be past making love When she begins to comprehend it. |