FOX GLOVE. . Oh! that I were a glove upon that hand, 
That I might touch that cheek ! 
— Would I were 
A sound, that I might steal upon thy dreams, 
And like the breathing of my flute distill 
Sweetly upon thy senses.— ...........4.-- Willis. 
Ah! might I breathe my humble vow, 
Might she too deign to os an ear ! 
Baek s self should then a 
rmine was at “a sincere. 
Wild wish! to dream the matchless maid 
Would listen to a youth like me; 
Or that my vows could e’er persuade, 
Sincere and constant though they bel. . Cartwright. 
ANSWER. 
For myself alo 
I would not be ambious in rae wish ; 
et for 
I would be twebled Senty times myself; 
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more 
rich, 
That only to stand high in your account, 
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, 
Exceed account! 
FRANKINCENSE. THE INCENSE OF A FaITH-  Fairest of all! e’en passion’s dying sigh 
FUL HEART. Shall breathe the incense ever burned to thee. .. Song. 
MPR Night never calls ae spirit to its rest 
But brighter beams the lasting thought of thee ; 
Morn never finds thine image from my breas 
First known to lo 
Hence then for ever, from my Emma’s breast 
[That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest] 
Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move 
Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love— 
Scatter’d by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. 
Hear solemn Jove! and conscious Venus, hear! 
And ames yo Maid, believe me whilst I swear— 
No time, no change, no future flame, shall move 
The peed basis of my lasting love 
Love’s music sighs, which nightingales are breathing, 
Will whisper of my faithful heart to thine. 
HT, 8. Vandyk. 
And here to pledge my vow, I give my hand. . . Shaks. 
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