First heard before the fhallow cuccoo's bill, Portend fuccefs in love; O if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous pow'r to thy foft lay, Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretel my hopeless doom in fome grove nigh; 10 As thou from year to year haft fung too late For my relief, yet hadft no reason why: Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I ferve, and of their train am I. Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora 4 Qual tuo fpirto gentil non innamora, Che dolcemente moftra fi di fuora De fui atti foavi giamai parco, Ei don', che fon d'amor faette ed arco, conformed fo exactly to the Italian model as Milton: and he is the laft who excell'd in this fpecies of poetry, which was almoft extinct among us, till it was reviv'd of late with good fuccefs by an ingenious Gentleman in Dodfley's Mifcellanies. 5 Quando We have obferved elsewhere how fond our poet was of the Nightingale, and this addrefs to her is founded upon the fame notion or tradition as Chaucer's verfes of the Cuccoo and the Nightingale. Bu Quando tu vaga parli, o lieta canti Che mover poffa duro alpeftre legno Guardi ciascun a gli occhi, ed a gli orecchi L'entrata, chi di te fi truova indegno; Gratia fola di fu gli vaglia, inanti Che'l difio amorofo al cuor s'invecchi. III. Qual in colle afpro, al imbrunir di fera Va bagnando l'herbetta ftrana e bella 10 ક 10 کانر Seppi ch' Amor cofa mai volfe indarno. Deh! fofs' il mio cuor lento e'l duro feng Canzone. R Idonfi donne e giovani amorosi M' accoftandofi attorno, é perche fcrivi, Altri lidi t'aspettan, & altre onde Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma Dice mia Donna, e'l fuo dir, é il mio cuore IV. Diodati, e te'l dirò con maraviglia, Quel ritrofo io ch'amor spreggiar foléa 10 15 E E de fuoi lacci fpeffo mi ridéa Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia. M' abbaglian sì, ma fotto nova idea E degli occhi fuoi auventa fi gran fuoco V. Per certo i bei voftr'occhi, Donna mia Scoffo mi il petto, e poi n'ufcendo poco Quivi Quivi d'attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s'ingiela ; Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco Tutte le notti a me fuol far piovose Finche mia Alba rivien colma di rofe. VI. Giovane piano, e femplicetto amante Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio fono, 5 Quando "because I am perfuaded you do " to no other purpose, than out of a true defire that God fhould "be honor'd in every one, I am ever ready, you know, when "occafion is, to give you account, 66 66 as I ought, though unaf'd, of "my tardy moving according to "the precept of my confcience, "which I firmly truft is not with<< out God. Yet now I will not "ftrain for any fet apology, but "only refer myfelf to what my "mind fhall have at any time to "declare herself at her beft eafe. "Yet if you think, as you faid, that too much love of learning "is in fault, and that I have given " up myself to dream. away my years in the arms of ftudious re"tirement, like Endymion with "the |