[Nereides:] Eclogue IX. William Diaper Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126092 Diaper, William, d. 1717. Nereides: or Sea-Eclogues. London Printed by J. H. for E. Sanger, at the Post-House, at the Middle-Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet 1712 pp. 41-43. x, 69 p.

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[ Nereides : ] Eclogue IX . Palæmon , Hippias . Pal . The hollow Winds blow hoarsly ; as they fly They seem to plain , and ev'ry Puff's a Sigh . Tears follow Sighs , and now the rainy Floods In mournful Streams descend from melting Clouds . Hip . Too well I know , Tears are provok'd by Sighs ; Grief swells the heaving Breast ; then upward flies , And bursting vents it self thro' weeping Eyes . When Myra frowns , I sudden Show'rs divine , The Clouds are hers , but all the Drops are mine . Pal . See'st thou yon beauteous Arch , that now adorns And gilds the watry Clouds , whose bending Horns Suck up th'admiring Sea ? How bright a Show ? What lively Colours paint the shining Bow ? But ah ! how soon its waning Glories fail , While envious Mists , and dusky Shades prevail ? Such Beauty is , so flux , so quickly gone ; Myra will soon be scorn'd , and hardly known ; When with wan Lips her Eyes look faint , and dead , And all the Cupids of her Cheeks are fled . Hip . No kind Amusement can my Thoughts remove : My Soul is fix'd , and all the Theme is Love . Her rising Cheeks set round with flowing Hair Like the bright Moon in dewy Nights appear , When circling Halo's guard her from the Sight Of meaner Stars , and shine with borrow'd Light . Her Lips , that dear , soft , pouting juicy Pair ( Whose Breathings sweet as Eastern Breezes are ) Invite to Love , and yet deny the Bliss , Kisses invite , but they refuse to kiss . Pal . Ungrateful Love born of a beauteous Face , It's Parent rudely kills , spoils ev'ry Grace , And sullies youthful Bloom with a too kind Embrace . When once the Nymph yields up her envy'd Charms All to be rifled in the Triton's Arms , She grows unweildy , and her Cheeks look pale ; So Flow'rs by handling fade , so all their Colours fail . Hip . Since Beauty fades , why should the Nymph be coy ? Snatch then with eager Hast the fleeting Joy . In spite of wrinkled Age , and eating Time Still shall I know that Beauty once was mine . When Action's past , I'll on Reflection live , And the Remembrance shall the Bliss revive ; Such , luscious Food will ever leave a Tast . Fate cannot reach the Pleasure that is past .