Poems, Fables, and Plays By Edward Moore |
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SONG the First.
I
Thus I said to my heart, in a pet t'other day,I had rather be hang'd than go moping this way;
No throbbings, no wishes your moments employ,
But you sleep in my breast without motion or joy.
II
When Cloe perlex'd me 'twas sweeter by half,And at Thais's wiles I could often-times laugh;
Your burnings and akings I strove not to cure,
Though one was a jilt, and the other a whore.
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III
When I walk'd up the Mall, or stroll'd through the street,Not a petticoat brush'd me, but then you could beat,
Or if bang went the hoop against corner or post,
In the magical round you were sure to be lost.
IV
But now if a nymph goes as naked as Eve,Like Adam, unfallen, you never perceive;
Or the seat of delight if the tippet should hide,
You tempt not my fingers to draw it aside.
V
Is it caution, or dread, or the frost of old age,That inclines you with beauty no more to engage?
Tell me quickly the cause, for it makes me quite mad,
In the summer's gay season to see you so sad.
VI
Have a care, quoth my heart, how you tempt me to stray;He that hunts down a woman, must run a d---d way:
Like a hare she can wind, or hold out with the fox,
And, secure in the cháce, her pursuers she mocks.
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VII
For Cloe I burnt with an innocent flame,And beat to the music that breath'd out her name;
Three summers flew over the castles I built,
And beheld me a fool, and my goddess a jilt.
VIII
Next Thais, the wanton, my wishes employ'd,And the kind one repair'd what the cruel destroy'd:
Like Shadrach, I liv'd in a furnace of fire,
But, unlike him, was scorch'd, and compell'd to retire.
IX
Recruited once more, I forgot all my pain,And was jilted, and burnt, and bedevil'd again;
Not a petticoat fring'd, or the heel of a shoe,
Ever pass'd you by day-light, but at it I flew.
X
Thus jilted, and wounded, and burnt to a coal,For rest I retreated again to be whole;
But your eyes, ever open to lead me astray,
Have beheld a new face, and command me away.
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XI
But remember, in whatever flames I may burn,'Twill be folly to ask for, or wish my return:
Neither Thais, nor Cloe, again shall enflame,
But a nymph more provoking than all you can name.
XII
This said, with a bound from my bosom he flew;O, Phillis! these eyes saw him posting to you:
Enslav'd by your wit, he grows fond of his chain,
And vows I shall never possess him again.
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