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Delightful pangs his am'rous tales prolong; 



And Laili's frantick lover lives in fong. 



Not he, who reafons beft, this wifdom knows ? - 



Ears only drink what rapt'rous tongues difclofe. 



Nor fruitlefs deem the reed's heart-piercing pain : 



JSee fweetnefs dropping from the parted cane. 



Alternate hope and fear my days divide : 



I courted Grief, and Anguifh was my bride. 



Flow on, fad ftream of life ! I fmile fecure : 



Thou liveft j Thou, the pureft of the pure ! 



Rife, vigorous youth ! he free j be nobly bold i 



Shall chains confine you, though they blaze with gold ? ' . 



Go ; to your vafe the gather'd main convey : 



What were your {lores ? The pittance of a day ! 



New plans for wealth your fancies would invent i 



Yet fliells, tonourifh pearls, ..muft lie content. 



The man, whofe robe love's purple arrows rend, 



Bids av'rice reft and toils tumultuous end. 



Hail, heav'nly love ! true four ce of. endlefs gains ! 



Thy balm reftores me, and thy fkill fuftains. 



Oh, more than Galen learn'd, than Plato wife I- 



My guide, my law, my joy fupreme arife! 



Love warms this frigid clay with myft'ick Ere j 



And dancing mountains leap with young defire. 



Bleft is the foul, that fwims in feas of love,, 



And long the life fuftain'd by food above. 



W ith fopms imperfect can perfection dwell ? 



Here paufe, my fong j and thou,, vain world, farewell 



