II. At her Expence this fatal Truth, Neither her Beauty, nor her Youth Could long fecure his Love; The lavish Hero firft too fast, (So vain was his Ambition) That when three poor Attacks were past, III. Were it Inconftancy alone, Art might the Youth reclaim; But when Love's vital Oyl is gone, What can revive the Flame? Ye GODS, by whom my Hopes are curft, pray Once grant me what I Or better Funds to Pay. SONG. SONG. Trephon retiring to a Shade, S Treph To heal his Love-fick Mind; By chance lit on a beauteous Maid, With freeft Talk, and eafy'ft Play, His Grief before her melts away, He look'd, and figh'd, and blefs'd the Fair. She fimil'd, and talk'd, and prais'd his Air, But was too Coy to give.. At length the Youth in Accents mild, She trembling on the Shepherd, finil'd, And frankly answer'd, Yes, N° LOVE and WAR. A Parallel. OW Love and War the felf-fame AR T are grown, Men take a Mistress as they take a Town. First then confider, e'er you break the Ground, How ftrong fhe is, how many. Thoufand Pound Then from She'll faintly Quarter cry, allow her none. 電話 SONG. ། SONG. I I'Lately vow'd, but 'twas in haft, That I no more would court The Joys, which feem when they are paft, II. I oft, to hate my Miftrefs, fwear, I make my Oaths, when she's fevere,. TRANSLATION O F HORACE, Land. BOOK II. Ode 10. IS beft the middle Way to keep, And not decline to either Hand, Who neither wants nor wishes more, Than what befits an even State, Avoids the Curfe of being Poor, On |