Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
Ovid. Amor. lib. 2. Eleg. 15. A Ring Presented to his Mistress.
GO, sparkling Ring, my Fair one's finger bind,
Shine there, and tell what Flames you le•t be∣hind.
Leap on the tender Ioint with eager Zeal,
And may she smile, and entertain thee well.
Close may her Finger be to Thee embrac'd,
As Fate has made my Arms to clasp her Was•.
Thou little Ring, how happy must thou be,
Handl'd by Her, and Envy'd ev'n by Me.
Rais'd to my Heav'n, a Comet thou wilt prove,
And vex the quiet Government of Love.
Now for a Spell, that I my Gift might grow,
To rifle all the Charms my Fair can show.
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Then as her naked Skin she ever prest,
Or hid her hand within her heaving Breast;
With joy grown big I'd quit my former hold,
And send to better Mines th' enliv'ned Gold.
Then when she seals her Letters with my Gem,
(Let not my Ruine be contriv'd in them)
Lest the soft Wax refuse to let me go,
What balmy Kisses will her Lips bestow?
Then, if hence Betty with this Ring she cries,
And throw it where my other Plunder lyes.
Shrunk with the fright, I'll lengthen a Delay,
I'll gently squeeze her, and my Love betray.
Disgrace from me, my sweetest, never fear,
I am a pretty Woman's Ring, my Dear.
Let You and I go to the Bath's alone,
And let the fruitfull Waters change my Stone.
O, Madam, then, Madam, the Blessing then,
Passion shall teach your Ring the Crimes of Men.
But these are Dreams, my little Gift, adieu,
Say I adore Her, and have offer'd You.
