And Beds of Flow’rs would oft compare To those of Downey Clouds, or yielding Air; At purling Streams would drink in homely Shells, Put off the God, to Revel it in Woods and Shepherds Cells; Would listen to their Rustick Songs, and show Such Divine Goodness in Commending too, Whilst the transported Swain the Honour pays With humble Adoration, humble Praise. _The Sence of a Letter sent me, made into Verse; To a New Tune._ I. In vain I have labour’d the Victor to prove Of a Heart that can ne’er give Admittance to Love: So hard to be won That nothing so young Could e’er have resisted a Passion so long. II. But nothing I left unattempted or said, To soften the Heart of the Pityless Maid; Yet still she was shy, And would blushing deny, Whilst her willinger Eyes gave her Language the Lye. III. When before the Impregnable Fort I lay down, I resolv’d or to die, or to Purchase Renown, But how vain was the Boast! All the Glory I lost, And now vanquish’d and sham’d I’ve quitted my Post. _The Return._ I. _Amyntas_, whilst you Have an Art to subdue, And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile; You Pityless grow, And no Faith will allow; ‘Tis the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil. II. Your soft warring Eyes, When prepar’d for the Prize, Can laugh at the Aids of my feeble Disdain; You can humble the Foe, And soon make her to know Tho’ she arms her with Pride, her Efforts are but vain. III. But Shepherd beware, Though a Victor you are; A Tyrant was never secure in his Throne; Whilst proudly you aim New Conquests to gain, Some hard-hearted Nymph may return you your own. _On a Copy of Verses made in a Dream, and sent to me in a Morning before I was Awake._ _Amyntas_, if your Wit in Dreams Can furnish you with Theams, What must it do when your Soul looks abroad, Quick’nd with Agitations of the Sence, And dispossest of Sleeps dull heavy Load, When ev’ry Syllable has Eloquence? And if by Chance such Wounds you make, And in your Sleep such welcome Mischiefs do; What are your Pow’rs when you’re awake, Directed by Design and Reason too?