Philander's ANSWER
To Celinda's Dream.

PLEST be the Day, when first Celinda came
To me defpairing, and reveal'd her Flame;
When Blushing she, her Passion did disclose,
And softest Words, and tender'ft Accents chose
To make me Happy, and compleat my Joys,
Oh! what a rapture did my Soul surround,
When first I heard the dear transporting Sound :
Now, Youth, said she, your Fears and Doubts remove;
For know 'us you, and only you I Love;
And that you may my Love unfeign'd believe,
Take all that you can ask, or I can give;
While Tel-tale Blushes told me what she meant,
And wifhing Looks betray'd her kind Intent.

Encourag'd thus, I boldly did Invade,
With eager ardour the forgiving Maid;
But when I clasp'd her Body close to mine,
'Twas more then Rapture all! 'twas all Divine!
Such Joys I knew, as words want power to tell,
Joys ! which the feeble reach of Thoughts excel:
My Soul surpris'd at the excess of Joy
Unab'le to suftain it, wing'd away,
Whilft all entranc'd and Extafi'd I Lay;

Tell me ye mighty Learned (if you know)
Where did my Soul in that short Transport go?
Did it with willing haſte to her depart,
It did, I'm sure it did, and flutter'd round her Heart;
Bleſt with the unknown Beauties of the Fair,
It heaſ'd, it trembl'd, and it panted there.
Unwilling to depart, 'twould ſtill remain,
But all the weak Efforts to ſtay were vain,
A Kils reſtor'd the Fugative again;

That Kils which wou'd a long dead Corps revive,
Reverſe it's Doom, and kindly make it Live;
My Soul Re-entr'd, we repeated o're,
A thousand Joys, unknown to both before.

Pardon my Love, (thou powerful Deity)
That I so long abſtain'd from taſting thee :
I thought indeed (vain Fool !) in Books to meet,
With ſolid Wifdom, and with true Delight.

To noſie Nothings I betrai'd my Eafe,
And Id'ly drem't away my ſprightly Days :
But now (though late) my Errours I perceive,
And know I only now begin to Live:

Hence ye ſurping Whimſies hence retreat,
Wailſt exci'd Love regains it's lawfull Seat;
Love, whose bewitching dictates I'll Obey,
For I, with Titus, ſhould repenting lay
Thofe Blesſings wanting I have loft a Day;
No time ſhall paſs without that dear Delight,
I'll talk of Love all Day, and Act it all the Night;
Pleasure and I, as to one Goal deſign'd,
Will run with equal Pace, while Sorrows flag behind.

O! that I had but Jove's unbounded Might,
To lengthen Pleaſures and extend a Night;
Then wou'd I lye encloſed within her Arms,
Fierce as my Love, and Vigorouſ as her Charms;
And both ſhould be, (could I dercee their State)
As fixt and as immutable as Fire:

Then wound'ring Mortals ſhould with envy ſee
That only thofe were bleſt who Lov'd like me;
And god's themselves ſhould at my blifs repine,
And learn to mend their now imperfect Joys by mine.

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