Mais en l'instruisant comme on aime Ismène eut toute ma tendresse, Pourquoi soupirez vous, chamante Celimène? Vous qui causez aux cœurs des sensibiles tourments? Ah! si je soulageois une si rude peine, Je guerirois aussi des maux que je ressens. Quand tu vois soupirer la triste Celimène C'est que l'amour la livre aux sensibles tourments: Ah! s'il m'étoit permis de soulager ta peine, Je guerirois aussi des maux que je ressens. 2 INGENIOUS AND WITTY SONGS. [PHILLIPS.] ON Belvidera's bosom lying, With unavailing prayers I sue ; But she, alas! unkindly wise, [PHILLIPS.] BOAST not mistaken swain, thy art Thy face is to my humour made, Perhaps, by some fond whim betray'd, Vain youth, to your confusion know For your own sake, if not for mine, By me indeed you are allow'd The wonder of your kind; whe But be not of my judgment proud [ADDISON.] My love was fickle once and changing, 'Twas first a charming shape enslav'd me, But now a long and lasting anguish For here the false inconstant lover After a thousand beauties shown, Does new surprising charms discover, And finds variety in one. |