Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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'Tis dangerous jesting with LOVE.
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'Tis dangerous jesting with LOVE.
A SONG.
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Venture not with Love to jest,Though he's blind, and but a Boy,
Whosoe'er would live at rest,
Must not dare with him to toy;
If you play, he'll seem to smile,
But conspire your Death the while.
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I my self was such a Sot,Once to act a Lover's Part,
Seem'd to love, but lov'd her not,
Sigh'd, but sigh'd not from my Heart;
Long I did not this maintain,
E're my Play was turn'd to Pain.
III
As I gaz'd upon my Fair,And of Love shew'd ev'ry Sign,
She play'd too the Flatterer,
With her Glances answering mine;
Till his Arrows Cupid took,
Pierc'd me with each Flatt'ring Look.
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IV
Love the Jester will assail,And when scorn'd, the Mastry get;
Art I see can ne'e avail
Him that plays the Counterfeit;
For I find, now time is past,
Jest to Earnest turn'd at last.
V
Cupid drew with more desire,Seeing me his Net despise;
Was more active with his Fire,
While he found my heart was Ice:
Now my Sighs no pity find,
But are scatter'd in the Wind.
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