Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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A Speech to his Mistress in a Garden.

THE Glory which we see invest these Flow'rs
Is lent, & they must live but some few hours;
So Time, what we forbear to use devours.
From fading Leaves, you see how Time resumes
Their fragrant scent, and sweet perfumes.
Look but within the most retired places,
Where utmost Skill is us'd to keep good Faces.
Yet in some distant time they will be seen
The spoil of Age: witness th' Egyptian Queen;
Or the fair charming Hellen, who by Time
Had nothing left—
But what at last express'd were by her Shrine.
Or thus; Shou'd some Malignant Planet bring
Upon the Autumn, or the blooming Spring
A barren drought, or rain a ceaseless show'r,
Yet 'twou'd not Winters coming stop one hour.
But cou'd you be preserv'd by Loves neglect
From coming Years decay, then more respect
Were justly due to so divine a Fashion,
Nor wou'd I give indulgence to my passion.