Mr. Cooke's Original Poems with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language |
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To Himself.
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To Himself.
Catullus give your Follys o'er,And wretched seek what's loss'd no more:
Propitious Days 'e'rewhile were thine,
When I could call the fair one mine,
When eager of the Chace I view'd
Her Steps with Joy, and quick pursu'd:
Such was my Love, and such my Pain,
As none shall ever cause again.
Too swiftly did the Moments glide
In Sports you sought, nor she deny'd.
Propitious Days were truly thine,
When I could call the fair one mine.
No more in vain your Hours employ;
The Nymph to all you wish is coy;
No longer watch her Steps in vain,
Nor make your Life a Life of Pain;
Resolve to act the manly Part,
And drive the Poyson from your Heart.
Farewel my Love, here ends your Reign,
Catullus is himself again;
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He'll ask no more what you'd deny;
But think, now thou art false to me,
What Sorrow is reserv'd for thee.
What Gallant will receive you now?
Or who prefer of Love the Vow?
Who now shall court the treach'rous Kiss,
That leaves the Token of the Bliss?
Catullus act the manly Part,
And keep the Poyson from your Heart.
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