Your strange hair, cold light, Has pale glows and blond dullness;
Delightful visions of my lonely hours!
Charm of my life and solace of my care!
A FAMOUS painter, jealous of his wife;
Whose charms he valued more than fame or life,
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;
Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;
AXIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old,
And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,
In ev'ry age works miracles a store;
A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear,
With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear,
Whether they’re his or mine, what difference to me?
I use them just as well as if I’d bought them myself.
Down the strait vistas where a city street
Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances,
A CLOISTERED nun had a lover
Dwelling in the neighb'ring town;
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer:
Of France the pride and honour I aver;
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;
To found our tales on what we can rely;
WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale,
In which (though true, decorum must prevail),
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays
More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid
Behold these woods, and mark my Sweet
How all these boughes together meet!
HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play,
Which oft resumes its fascinating sway;
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease
Both names and titles, freely as they please.
A COUNTRYMAN, one day, his calf had lost,
And, seeking it, a neighbouring forest crossed;
I AM always inclined to suspect
The best story under the sun
THE simple Jane was sent to bring
Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring;
WHO knows the world will never feel surprise,
When men are duped by artful women's eves;
FAMED Paris ne'er within its walls had got,
Such magick charms as were Aminta's lot,
Like as a dryad, from her native bole
Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge,
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place,
The last effusions of my muse to grace.
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind!
His promises are naught, too oft we find;
El émbolo brillante y engrasado embiste jubiloso la ranura
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
So great a charm was prompted to impart;
At the time when the stars are grey,
And the gold of the molten moon
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