Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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O Cruel, Proud, and Fair,
Cause of my Love, and cause of my Despair.
When first a little sprouting Beard,
Those lovely Lips, and Cheeks shall guard,
Not soft as Down, but rugged, long, and hard.
When lovely Locks, that on your shoulders play,
Shall turn to the cold hoary Grey,
Or, wasting Time shall eat 'em quite away;
As when too much of working spoils
The very heart of fruitfull Soils,
And makes 'em, without moisture, hard and dry,
All Plants and Herbs do wither, fall, and dye.
And when that lovely Red and White,
That in your charming Cheeks do meet,
That make the Lilly, and the Rose,
Their sweetness, and their colour lose,
Shall turn to Wrinkles, wan, and pale,
And all your other Charms shall fail.
Page  263Then as you go to gaze
Upon you former Angel's face,
In your too much frequented Looking-glass;
Then your own Presence will you strive to shun,
And thus complain in a forsaken Lover's tone.
Why was I ever Young?
Why was not Beauty long?
Why had I ever Charms, or why are they so quickly gone?