Made my approaches, from her hand Proceeded on with no lefs art, When this did nothing, I brought down I then refolv'd to starve the place, To draw her out, and from her ftrength, I drew all batteries in: And brought myself to lie at length When I had done what man could do, And thought the place mine own, The enemy lay quiet too, And fmil'd at all was done. I fent to know, from whence and where, A spy inform'd, Honour was there, March, march, (quoth I) the word strait give, That giant upon air will live, To fuch a place our camp remove SONG XXVIII. BY MATHEW PRIOR ESQ HE merchant to fecure his treasure My foftest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelias toilet lay, When Chloe noted her defire That I should fing, that I fhould play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, Fair Chloe blush'd, Euphelia frown'd; SONG XXIX. BY SIR WILLIAM YONG E. N vain, dear Chloe, you fuggeft, Would you, with ease, at once be cur'd If then you think, that I can find But if impartial you will prove If, in my way, I fhould, by chance, I like but while I view : How flight the glance, how faint the kiss, With wanton flight the curious bee So I, my fancy to employ, From nymph to nymph do roam; Perhaps fee fifty in a day; They're all but vifits that I pay, SONG XXX. HOULD fome perverfe malignant star SHO (As envious ftars will fometimes shine) Throw me from my Florella far, Let not my lovely fair repine, If in her abfence I should gaze With pleasure on anothers face. The wearied pilgrim, when the fun With pleasure fees the friendly moon By borrow'd light, fupply his place: SONG XXXI. TO CHLOE JEALOUS, BY MATHEW PRIOR, ESQ EAR Chloe how blubber'd is that pretty face! DE Thy cheek all on fire and thy hair all uncurl'd! Prithee quit this caprice, and (as old Falftaff fays) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. How canft thou prefume thou haft leave to destroy To be vex'd at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgement at once, and my paffion you wrong: You take that for fact, which will scarce be found wit: Odslife! muft one fwear to the truth of a fong? What I fpeak, my fair Chloe, and what I write shows I court others in verfe; but I love Thee in profe: The |