But Ah! their joys were soon for ever lost, Her sire, enrag’d, forbid the nuptial tie, Because Philander no rich stores could boast: Charms most attractive to a parent’s eye. The injur’d youth was by resentment sway’d; To this his softer passion soon gave way: Too rash, alas! he sought another maid, And left Lucina to despair a prey. From ev’ry hope, from all her wishes torn, Depriv’d of what alone could give relief, The lovely fair, dejected and forlorn, Some time in heavy sighs did vent her grief. The nymphs assembling us’d their utmost art, The sad Lucina’s sorrows to beguile: Vain was th’ attempt to ease her bleeding heart, Or from her eye extort a cheerful smile. At latest hour, when each auspicious light Seem’d hid in chaos--Cynthia’s silver beam Withdrew its lustre on that fatal night, Nor bless’d the shade, nor wanton’d in the stream. Her auburne locks the mournful maiden tore, Her downy pillow could afford no rest; She wander’d where the swelling surges roar, In wild despair she beat her snowy breast! From Annon’s cliff, she view’d the breaking wave; Philander was her last, her darling theme; No hand was near the frantic maid to save, And, Sappho-like, love’s victim she became! Ye rigid parents, with attentive ear, Instruction learn from this sad tale of wo: Ye heedless maids, in time the danger fear, That wrought Lucina’s fatal overthrow. THE _ENVIED KISS_. And was it thine to share the bliss, For which so many sigh in vain? And did thy lips receive a kiss From James that honest-hearted swain? Oft has Belinda tri’d her art, In this her radiant charms did fail; Oft Sylvia sought to touch his heart, But could not in the least prevail. Oft Chloe sung in tender strain, Calista danc’d upon the green; But James in haste tripp’d o’er the plain, And seem’d as though he had not seen. Ulysses-like, he did defy The Syren’s most enchanting voice; In vain Matilda’s sparkling eye Did labour hard to fix his choice. Thou little, happy, smiling fair, And didst thou then the victor prove? Is James now caught in Cupid’s snare, And taught by thee to kiss and love? If in thy early infant state, Thou mak’st such stubborn hearts to yield, What conquests do thy charms await, When ripen’d beauties grace the field? Does baleful Envy rear its crest, For this one favour now obtain’d? Sure rage will swell each female breast, When o’er mankind thy empire’s gain’d. Then gentle charmer pity have, Nor sigh for conquests ever new: In haste some fond Amyntor save, And let us hear no more of you. THE _YOUNG MAN’S RESOLUTION_. By Cupid and Bacchus I’m sadly perplex’d, Both parties to hear I incline: The urchin for ever comments on this text, Beware of the juice of the vine. Then Bacchus appears, with a cup in his hand, Says, “Drink, and you’ll drown ev’ry care; But mind, ere you taste, I’ll a promise demand, That you fly from the lips of the fair.”