SONG, to Miss K— B— in Dublin

Fairer than the op'ning Lillies, Fresher than the Morning Rose, Are the blooming Charms of Phyllis, Richer Sweets does she disclose. Long secure from Cupid's Power, Soft Repose had lull'd my Breast, 'Till, in one short, fatal Hour, She depriv'd my Soul of Rest.

Child of Pleasure and Vexation, Fly, my Verse, and paint my Flame; Whisper soft that tender Passion, Which I must not, cannot name! Lovely Fair, remove my Anguish, Give my Soul her wonted Ease; Since you've taught me how to languish, Teach, oh! teach me how to please.