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 ^ W E E T youth, fweet fmiling nymph, divinely fair, 
 
 '^ Source of all joy, and foe to every care ; 
 
 With whom full many a fummer's funny morn, 
 
 While yet the dew drop glittered on the thorn, 
 
 I've fought the cliff, or in the flowery vale 
 
 Imbibed the fragrance of the evening gale j 
 
 Fair fugitive, whofe eye of heavenly blue, 
 
 And rofy cheek no longer blefs my view, 
 
 Whofe loved idea, which can never fly, 
 
 Wakes the fond vvifli, and heaves the fruitlefs fio^h. 
 
 Thy fwcet remembrance now the fong infpire. 
 
 And touch the lover with a poet's fire. 
 
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 Wliat brighter genius, what diftinguifKcd name 
 Shall lend its liiftre to the plcafing theme? 
 Lives there a man that with fiipcriour art 
 Sounds all the deep recefles of the heart; 
 Calls up the genial hopes, the chilling fears ; 
 Now fliakcs with laughter, now diffolves to tears 3 
 Who, Proteus like, at plcafurc fhifts the fcene^ 
 Or old, or young, impaflioned, or ferene? 
 Still faithful to his aim, if fuch there be, 
 Bled child of Nature, Garrick, thou art he. 
 Come then, a while forego the thronged applaufe. 
 Which never-erring judgment jufl:ly draws, 
 
 And with the light, the gay defrriptive mu(e. 
 While pleafed her airy travel fhe purfues. 
 Recall the happy fcene which once was ours, 
 The fmilcs, the graces, and the jocund hours,>. 
 With whom we frolicked in our early day. 
 When picafure filled her cup without allay. 
 
 From every quarter of earth's peopled fpherCj, 
 Sec, at the Mufc's call, what crowds appear.
 
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 Eager alike to run life's little fpan, 
 
 The gay, the recklefs progeny of man. 
 
 Ah, happy race I far happier than they know, 
 
 Light as the fummer breeze, firft bid to blow, 
 
 Unceafing as the bufy tribes on wing, 
 
 That roam the bloiToms, and defpoil the fpring,. 
 
 Along the verge of that fair feeming hill, 
 
 Where life afcends, and Hebe fports at will, 
 
 They move, nor mark upon the neighbouring heights 
 
 What envious eyes o'erlook their young delights, 
 
 Sufpicion, Rumour with uncertain flare, 
 
 And farther up the fiend fliarp vifaged Care ; 
 
 Bleft ignorance ! to partial views confined ; 
 
 Where fight wou'd injure, who wou'd not be blind? 
 
 Young is the fenfe, enjoyment in it's fpring, 
 
 Hope yet unbroken, fancy on the wing ; 
 
 The jeft, the eafy laugh, the wanton wile. 
 
 And antick trick which mocks with harmlefs "uilc, 
 
 Thefe are the fweets their youthful morn bcftows. 
 
 The bloomy flufli of health, and found rcpofc : 
 
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 'I'hricc happy, whom no greater cares employ 
 Than lor to morrow's furc returning joy. 
 
 Yet have they ills, for man to ills is heir, 
 And youth, as well as age, has got it's fnare ; 
 The interdidlcd wifla, the harfh command, 
 The terrours of Correcflion's rigid hand ; 
 Mifhaps, the chance of light unthinking years, 
 Pale furfeit, that oft wakes a mother's fears : 
 Difcord befide inflames with little rage. 
 For Difcord has her part on every ftage; 
 But here fhe walks not in her tragick form, 
 As cafy raifed, as eafy laid the /lorm. 
 Oh how unlike the wafteful ire that rends 
 The labouring breafl: when riper age contends ! 
 Turn ye ambitious, at whofc unbleft call, 
 War wakes his terrours, and whole nations fall ; 
 Ye whom the curfe of civil rage impels. 
 When parricide, not war, the tumult fwells, 
 As o'er Britannia's much afflidcd land 
 The fiend hath often waved her horrid brand,
 
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 Turn, turn, nor in this youthful fchool defpife 
 To catch the virtues of the fimply wife. 
 Here no ambition mocks it's fruitlefs toils. 
 No hero weeps repentant o'er his fpoils, 
 Nor frowning fliade of warriour loft in fight 
 Breaks the foft flumbers of the peaceful night: 
 Light as the clouds that drop the vernal fhowers 
 To ope the buds, and cheer the rifing flowers, 
 Their quarrels pafs, and fmiling peace returns, 
 And a new friendfhip in each bofom burns. 
 
 Too much of difcord ; glad the wandering mufe 
 The peaceful and more pleafing toil renews. 
 To mark yon tribe, where o'er the moffy ground 
 They fly, purfuc, and leap, or run, or bound. 
 As buoyant fpirits prompt them, all intent; 
 As fvvallows, whom chill winter long hath pent. 
 Now ifl'uing lorth upon the warmer beam, 
 Wave the fmooth pool, or fkim the murmuring ftrcam ; 
 Now here, now there their airy fports they ply. 
 And many a playful circle cleaves the fky. 
 
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 Still as the eye wide wanders o'er the green, 
 New aims, new objccls, crowd the changeful fcene. 
 Here rife the mimick works of war like hands, 
 TJiere in mock light engage the marfhaled bands j 
 Here too the painted galley meets the view. 
 Along the fhores exult the admiring crew, 
 While o'er the lake it fpreads it's filken fails. 
 And all it's fkreamers feel the riling gales. 
 Nor frown ye wife, if wifdom deign to hear, 
 Becaufc fuch artlefs trifles meet the ear ; 
 The rofe fo loved mufl: bud before it bloom, 
 And yonder oak, that fpreads fo wide a gloom. 
 Beneath whofe arms the flocks and herds repofe. 
 His full-grown honours to an acorn owes. 
 Jn this fair field are fown the feeds of fame, 
 In each young bofom lives it's native flame, 
 Which through thefe trifles breaks with early ray, 
 Thefe but the dawnings of their brighter day. 
 In peaceful councils this fhall gain renown, 
 For that Bellona wreaths the war like crown ; 
 
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 YOUTH. ; 
 
 He too, who gave his galley to the breeze, 
 One day may hold the empire of the feas ; 
 And now, even now elate with fancied power, 
 Enjoys the glories of the future hour. 
 
 Thus roll the months and years, a golden round, 
 With peace their nights, their days with pleafure crowned 5. 
 Nature mean time, induftrious to fulfil 
 The didates of her mighty Mafter's will. 
 The well-beloved tafk inceffant plies, 
 And fees the work in fair proportion rife; 
 A6ls with new vigour on the confcious foul. 
 Each part enlarges, and informs the whole. 
 As when the ftream firft ifTues from it's fource, 
 A gentle brook it murmurs without force, 
 Plays through the pebbles, and with filver maze 
 By many a flower and bending willow flrays. 
 Till with frefli tributary ftores fupplicd 
 It pours into the main a copious tide ; 
 Thus fwells the flream of life; while evermore 
 Impatient youth regards the wider fhore,
 
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 Where man's adventurous bark with fails unfurled 
 Firfl: tries the deep, and launches on the world. 
 
 Pafled is the dawn, the boyidi hours are fled, 
 And lo the flripling rears his radiant head. 
 With front erec5l and brightly beaming eye, 
 Frefli as the ftar which gilds the evening fky. 
 As the young plant, the favourite of fomc fair, 
 Her early folacc, and her later care, 
 Uorifino: foff, with living verdure crowned, 
 Puts forth it's blooms, and fprcads it's fragrance round; 
 Fluflicd with the gift of health, fweet rofy hue, 
 Thus breaks the riper ftripling on the view; 
 In all the pride of youth he ftands difplayed. 
 Nor dreams that beauty bloffoms but to fade. 
 Blell leafon ! brighteft in life's varied year, 
 Too fcon, alas I thy verdures difappcar ; 
 Too loon thy rofcs wither in the v/ind, 
 And leave the fliarp unfightly thorn behind. 
 Mean time from violet beds and v/reathcd bowers 
 Advance the graces and the fmiling hours.
 
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 IVith yonder fon of hope to fport and play, 
 And crown the revels of his flowery May. 
 No more of artlefs words, which on the tongue 
 With untaught lifp e'er while imperfeft hung ; 
 Proud of his opening reafon, nor lefs vain 
 Of ftature that o'ler-tops the younger train, 
 He' glances on them with averted eye. 
 Admires himfelf, and walks fuperiour by. 
 
 • Now glows the bofom with more potent fires, 
 Teems with new projedls, throbs with new defires; 
 Robufter fports the ftriplinpr youth employ. 
 And all his foul is up for manly joy. 
 Now to the well-replenifhed fields he hies, 
 Sometimes the plain, fometimes the wood-land tries, 
 Where haunts the partridge, or the timorous hare. 
 And where the lapwing beats the founding air ; 
 O'er hill, o'er dale, by lake, or river toils. 
 And late returns, exulting in his fpoils : 
 The cheerful glafs, the lengthened tale fuccccds. 
 And all the game again in fancy bleeds. 
 
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 Sweet are the flumbers that from toils arifc, 
 More fvveet the blifs which innocence fupplies ; 
 Lipht from his couch and well refrefhed he fprings 
 What time the lark the lively fummons fings ; 
 New joys invite him forth, the dewy morn, 
 The hound wide opening to the high-toned horn, 
 The flag unharboured, and the madding throng 
 With furious emulation borne along; 
 O'er the fwift ftecd Afta^on like he bends. 
 And with the maflers of the chafe contends.. 
 
 Thus fpceda the morn ; now fits the fun on high>. 
 And a fierce luftre breaks thro' all the fky ;- 
 Parched are the flowers and bloflbms, all around' 
 The panting flocks lie fcattercd o'er the ground, 
 And from the reach of Phoebus' fultry iires 
 Imbcvvcred the vifionary mufe retires. 
 Not thus the glowing youth ; he on the fhorc, 
 Where breezy waters fpread their grateful flore, 
 Forthwith difrobcs, and in the midway flood 
 Allays the tumult of his boiling blood.
 
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 Too daring thou, thus fond the deep to brave, 
 Be taught the dangers of the infidious wave ; 
 It chills, relaxes, deadly cramps aflail ; 
 Ah what fliall then thy boafted art avail, 
 When with exhaufled limbs thou ftriveft in vain 
 To reach the {l:iores thou never fhalt regain ? 
 Such was Ambrofio's, fuch Endymion's doom, 
 Oh early lofl: in youth's ethereal bloom ! 
 Twin brothers they, the only lov'd remains- 
 Of many fons that payed a mother's pains. 
 I'U-fated dame I to early forrows bred. 
 The wretched mourner of a widowed bed, 
 Whofe lord the chance of battle fnatched away 
 E'er yet the double off-fpring faw the day : 
 But now the blooming pair her hopes renew, 
 In thefe ftie fcems again her lord to view ; 
 Their filial piety, their rifing years 
 Sooth all her lolTcs, and afluage her tears. 
 'Twas on a day, the fcverilli lieat to cool, 
 They fought the windings of the well known pool, 
 
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 Along whofc margin flowers were thickly fpread, 
 
 And many a poplar reared it's graceful head. 
 
 Like two fiiir fwans elate in youthful pride 
 
 They bread: the wave?, and roll the deep afide; 
 
 They fport, they tofs, now vanifli, now appear, 
 
 Fate overlooks them with malignant leer. 
 
 Ambrolio now the faler fliorc had gained, 
 
 Endymion flill within the flood remained ; 
 
 Full oft the former chid his long delay, 
 
 In vain, Death challenges the deftined prey : 
 
 Chill torture now had feized on all his frame, 
 
 Ambrofio faw, he heard the fearful fcream ; 
 
 What doubts, what thrilling woes the youth furprizel 
 
 What boding hcrrours in his bofom rife I 
 
 Swilt to relieve into the deep he drove; 
 
 Oh fad requiial of fraternal love I 
 
 Exhauficd, faint, Endymion round him clin<TS, 
 
 And marrs the generous aid his friendfliip brings. 
 
 Vain arc all efforts, in the embrace he holds, 
 
 Fate ratitiea the indiilbluble folds ; 
 
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 Nor can or youth find grace, or beauty fave 
 The tender vidlims from a watry grave ; 
 At once they fink, and once again they rife, 
 The deep at length ingulfs the precious prize. 
 Hail haplefs pair ! ye names for ever dear, 
 Whofe fad remembrance draws the painful tear, 
 Loved youths, companions of my brighter days, 
 Thefe mournful rites the fong of friendfhip pays ; 
 So may the fong furvive when I decay, 
 Nor die like you, the bloflbm of a day. 
 
 But fee, the fun declines, a frefher breeze 
 Breathes on the flowers, and ruftles thro' the trees : 
 Far in the vale, where calm retirement dwells 
 Mid folitary rocks, and mofs-grown cells, 
 O'erhung with fhade, that breaks the evening beam, 
 Now plies the youthful angler on the ftream i 
 Marks the crifped waters with attentive eye. 
 And cautious flings the well diflembled fly. 
 Meantime his toils are foothed with various founds, 
 The mingled muflck of the rural grounds, 
 
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 The tlirufii's mellow note, the lark's more flHill, 
 The woodman's echo from the neighbouring hill, 
 While oft the cuckow from the fteepy wood 
 Cheers the Toft murmurs of the nether flood. 
 Thrice happy youtli, to whom is given fuch joy ! 
 Thrice happy, whom fuch guiltlefs fports employ ! 
 Such were the dear delights that once were mine, 
 And fuch the fccnes, loved Erne, which ftill are thine. 
 Faircft of floods ! with whom my youthful day 
 Smooth like thyfelf fl:ole unperceived away ; 
 Blefl: days ! when near thy ample wave I ranged, 
 To all the bufy cares of life efl:rangecl; 
 When up the breezy hill each morn I flew, 
 And airy youth gave rapture to the view, 
 The funny mead, the love-inviting bower. 
 The rufli-clad hamlet, and the ruined tower, 
 Thy numerous iiles, with waving verdure crowned. 
 And azure hills, the landfcape's diftant bound. 
 
 But turn we now where other profpects rife, 
 Prcud ftruclured domes, that fhade the leflTenino- fkles.
 
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 The city's fplendour and the motley throng, 
 By bufinefs, or by pleafiire urged along ; 
 The fcene we vary, not the purpofed aim, 
 For nature in all places is the fame : 
 The ruftick, and the citizen we fee 
 In manners differ, but in foul agree; 
 They love, they hate, to wrath alike give way, 
 And hopes, and fears by turns their bofoms fway ; 
 Alike the pafTions live in every mind, 
 And fpread their empire over human kind. 
 But here within the city's ample round, 
 Where opulence, and men, and arts abound, 
 All flioots more forward, nature earlier blooms, 
 And fooner youth the port of man affumes; 
 Superiour in each polillied art appears. 
 And thinks, and talks, and adls beyond his years. 
 Here then amid this fruitful fcene of things. 
 The pride of riches, and the pomp of kings. 
 Let's mark his motions as the foul expands, 
 And on the verge of manhood natnre ftands. 
 
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 Till now unnoted, or but dimly feen 
 While the fi\(\: Tpring revealed it's fainter green, 
 Come forth the paflions, nor come forth in vain, 
 An ever wakeful, and imperious train, 
 Swift ag-ents, full of Heaven's ethereal fires, 
 Whofe magick touch to inftant adl infpires ; 
 A giant hoft they approach with fearlcfs van, 
 Mount up, and take the little fort of man ; 
 Pride, envy, hatred, wrath with fiery glare, 
 And fell revenge, that knows not how to fpare ; 
 A numerous throng v/hich follow without names, 
 Tofs their fierce brands, and fpread the works in flames. 
 Thus when the darts of fultry Sirius fly, 
 And fudden horrours oft involve the fky, 
 From the dark riven cloud the thunder rolls, 
 And frequent flaflies wrap the blazing poles; 
 At once the loofcned winds impetuous fweep, 
 Roar through the forell, and upheave the deep. 
 Weak to rcfifl: the reeling bark gives way. 
 Rolls with the billows, and admits their fway.; 
 
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 Suc"h the mixed tumult now that inly fwells, 
 And fuch the force of paflions which impels. 
 
 But this outrageous phalanx to control, 
 Their heat to temper, and to footh the foul, 
 In fvveeter notes Love founds his foft alarms, 
 And Beauty ftands revealed in all her charms \ 
 Awed by her look their terrours they refign, 
 Compofe their rage, and own the form divine. 
 What hopes, what fears, what mixed emotions rife ! 
 What pleafing anguifh now the bofom tries ! 
 Bleft raptures 1 never to be twice enjoyed, 
 When all is novel, and the fenfe uncloyed. 
 E'er blooming youth, unconfcious of alloy. 
 Has proved the fallacy of human joy. 
 
 With love, and earlier oft than love, dciirc 
 Wakes in the foul, a loofe ungoverned fire. 
 That quick thro' all the vital frame obtains, 
 Flames in the heart, and revels in the veins ; 
 
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 Dethrones fair wifdom, and aflaults the flirinc 
 Where dwell the virtues, and the graces fhinc. 
 Soft is the voice, pcrfuafive are the fmiles 
 With which the mercenary fair beguiles : 
 How bright the dome that wooes the pafling eye ! 
 How fwect the odours which around it fly I 
 Airs too, Eolian airs falute the ear, 
 
 And happincfs, and heaven itfelf feems near 
 
 Turn generous youth, nor let the love-tuned lay 
 Of Thais lure thy heedlefs fteps aflray, 
 Fly, fly the forcerefs, fly her tainted charms, 
 Remorfc, difeafe, and death are in her arms. 
 
 But other powers, fhould wily Thais fail,. 
 More fatal oft the youthful fenfe aflfaih 
 Gay blooming, frefli with never fading rrreen, 
 Here Bacchus opes the jocund nightly icene, . 
 Through the glad circle breaths his focial fires, 
 Cheers with falfe hopes, and fills with vain dcfircs. 
 Quick flics the jcft, with laughter loud repaycd, 
 And cci3.ny a cliorus echoes through the fliade j
 
 Y O U T II. 
 
 Till flufhcd, and pregnant with the purple god^ 
 As when of old the potent myflick rod, 
 Waved high in air, with frenzy fired the throng,. 
 And the loud To fwelled the barbarous fone. 
 At once they roufe, at once their fhouts afcend, 
 And war and tumult o'er the town impend. 
 Unhappy wanderer! doomed to certain woes, 
 Whofe fleps thcfe fons of Belial now oppofe ; 
 Thrice haplefs he, the youth whofe fairer fame 
 Such wild exceffes foil with early fhame ! 
 In fome lewd quarrel, haply not his own. 
 This fatal night his force is overthrown ; 
 Struck with bafe fears his falfe afTociates fly. 
 And leave him in the inglorious caufe to die. - 
 Ah what avail him now the joys of wine, 
 His fecial merits, and his form divine ? 
 Sealed are thofe lips, for ever mute that tongue 
 On which this morn fuch fweet perfuafion hunor ; 
 The fmilcs, the graces, every charm is fled, 
 And mortal palencfs fettles in their flcad. 
 
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 In vain for him the fond expc6lant fire 
 •Counts the flow clock, and cheers the ilumbering fire 
 In vain the anxious matron mounts on high, 
 Looks forth, and often heaves the boding figh, 
 Far from her aid a bleeding corfe he lies, 
 And never more fhall blefs a parent's eyes. 
 
 Thus here while various ills from Bacchus flow, 
 ^Mark well the clofe approach of yonder foe ; 
 Dark fon of flratagem, who lives by fpoils, 
 Works in the fhade, and nightly fpreads his toils. 
 Detefl:ed monfter 1 whom no tears can bend, 
 At war with all, to all a feemlng friend ; 
 Who quotes the maxims of the truly wife, 
 And feigns to damn the very art he plies ; 
 Who hugs him in the fpoil his frauds have won, 
 And turns to laughter thofe he has undone. 
 See how to yonder Youth he winds his way, 
 Calls up his wiles, and meditates the prey : 
 Short is the fl;rife with fuch unequal foes,' 
 At every game a wealthy manor goes;
 
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 "Flocks, herds, and fields are loft beyond recall, 
 And one hnefTe deprives the youth of all. 
 What fhall he do ? An hopelefs wretch he (lands, 
 No longer now the lord of many lands ; 
 Unhoufed, unpitied, forced to beg for bread, 
 Perhaps from thofe his former fortunes fed, 
 Or in the caverns of a jail to lie. 
 There mourn his folly, and by famine die. 
 
 Thefe are the changes nature now unfolds, 
 And thus her favourite fon his progrefs holds ; 
 Here range the virtues, there the vices fland, 
 He weighs their worth, but with unequal hand ; 
 Warped in his choice the balance he fufpends, 
 And fpite of odds the vicious fcale defcends. 
 Now Vanity her playful part ailumes. 
 And tricks him out in all her gaycfl: plumes ; 
 South, Eaft, and Weft are fought with curious care, 
 And Boreas wafts the fluttering youth a fliire. 
 For him the inventive artift hourly plies, 
 Views every flower, and blends the varied dyes: 
 
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 He raves of rafiiions, givrs the impGitant riil^i 
 
 Which guides tl:e moJe of every mimick Tool ; 
 
 Smiles, firnperj, tolles I:is fantaftick head, 
 
 And ftrikcs in thought each haplefs fair one dead. 
 
 Turn to the infedl, youth, that art fo vain, 
 
 Then, if thou can'ft, thy folly ftill maintain; 
 
 DreiTcd by the fummer fun from earth he fprings, 
 
 Opes his gay downs, and fpreads his gold-drop'd vvino^, 
 
 Turns every beauty to the funny ray, 
 
 And winnows with foft wing his ealy way. 
 
 Till from the North a fudden blaft arife, 
 
 Down drops the painted flutterer, and dies: 
 
 Even fuch the frail condition, fuch the fpan 
 
 Which circumfcribes the little race of man, 
 
 Offspring of earth, that blooms but to decay. 
 
 The gaudy, glittering infedl of a day. 
 
 Behold him now adrift, without a guide, 
 Borne down where pleafure rolls her rapid tide ; 
 Erroneous flood, that wide it's wave expands. 
 And in it's progrefs views a thoufcind lands ;
 
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 A thouland fiv-ings their copious urns fupply 
 Swell the rich ftreain, and pour temptation by. 
 What ftir, vviiat buftlc, what a mighty throng 
 Prefs to the fliorts, or urge the deep along! 
 Nor youth alone, all ages, all degrees, 
 Female, and male the eye of fancy fees : 
 For who from Pieafurc yet e'er turned the eye, 
 Defpiftd the Fair, and pafled her beauties by ? 
 Deluding forcerefs ! Rored with every art 
 To warp the judgment, and enfnare the heart. 
 By thee fed uced the warriour dofFs his arms, 
 And fells his laurels for thy fofter charms ; 
 The merchant too, caught by tliy wily train, 
 Foreccocs the rich, the o-oldcn hour of gain : 
 Thee the fond youth his brighter genius ftyles, 
 Hangs on thy looks, and lives but in thy fmilesj 
 Bleft youth indeed, if in her fmiles fincerc 
 Flis miftrefs were as conftant as flic's fair. 
 Ah much misjudging, to the future blind, 
 Who thinks that pkafure always will be kind; 
 
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 Then when fhe fooths, when moft her charms delight. 
 Even then flie meditates difhoneft flight, 
 Bids her falfe bread: with well-feigned raptures heave. 
 And plays the fond one only to deceive. 
 
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