[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
AS the snow in vallies lying,
Phœbus his warm beams applying,
Soon dissolves and runs away;
So the beauties, so the graces,
Of the most bewitching faces,
At approaching age decay.
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As a tyrant, when degraded,
Is despis’d, and is upbraided,
By the slaves he once control’d;
So the nymph, if none could move her,
Is contemn’d by every lover,
When her charms are growing old.
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Melancholick looks and whining,
Grieving, quarrelling and pining,
Are th’ effects your rigours move;
Soft caresses, am’rous glances,
Melting sighs, transporting trances,
Are the blest effects of love.
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Fair ones! while your beauty’s blooming,
Imploy time, left age resuming
What your youth profusely lends;
You are rob’d of all your glories,
And condemn’d to tell old stories,
To your unbelieving friends.
