The younger by their bloom my heart secure,The elder win it as they're more mature;And though the younger may excel in charms,The elder clasp you with experienc'd armsWhat all the city like, is liked by me,And I with them and all my loves agree.I'm proud to be the rival of the town,And to their taste will still conform my own.
Elegy V: To His False Mistress. By Eusden.Cupid, be gone! I can for beauty sigh,But not be forc'd to wish each hour to die;For so I wish whene'er my restless thoughtsDwell on her falsehoods and repeated faults.All other plagues know sometimes to be civil,But woman is a sure, perpetual evil.No pimp I bribe to prove thy perjur'd vows,Nor intercepted once thy billet-doux.0, cou dst thou but my arguments disprove!A cause so good is here unwish'd in love.Happy, who dares t' avow his censur'd flame,And vindicate the secret tripping dame.