Poro' your friends, that doat and domineer; Lovers are better friends than they : The Fates, and Stars, and Gods, muft govern here. "Tis that which bids me this bright maid adore; Of bleffing thee; If things then from their, end we happy call, Hope thou bold taster of delight, Who, whilft thou should't but taite, devour'st it quite: Thou bring'ft us an eftate, yet leav'ft us poor, By clogging it with legacies before! The joys which we entire fhould wed, Come deflower'd virgins to our bed; Good fortunes without gain imported be, Such mighty cultom's paid to thee. For joy, like wine, kept clofe does better taste; If it take air before, its fpirits wafte. Hope! Fortune's cheating lottery! Thin, empty cloud, which th' eye deceives A cloud, which gilt and painted now appears, Brother of Fear, more gayly clad! By the ftrange witchcraft of " anon!" By thee the one does changing Nature, through Her endless labyrinths, purfue; And th' other chaces Woman, whilst she goes More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows. Thou captive's freedom, and thou fick man's health! Thou lofer's victory, and thou beggar's wealth! Thou ftrong retreat! thou fure-entail'd estate, Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness! Whether the 'her bargain break, or else fulfil; Brother of Faith! 'twixt whom and thee Thine's the more hard and noble bliss: Hope! thou fad lovers' only friend! Thou Way, that may'st dispute it with the End! For Love, I fear, 's a fruit that does delight The taste itself lefs than the fmell and fight. Fruition more deceitful is Than thou canft be, when thou doft mifs; Men leave thee by obtaining, and strait flee Some other way again to thee; And that's a pleasant country, without doubt, To which all foon return that travel out. I LOVE'S INGRATITUDE. LITTLE thought, thou fond ingrateful fin! And gave thee but a part In my unwary heart, That thou would'ft e'er have grown So falfe or strong to make it all thine own. At mine own breaft with care I fed thee still, I fed thee then, and thou doft starve me now. There was a time when thou waft cold and chill, Nor hadft the power of doing ill; KNOW 'tis fordid, and 'tis low And all the weaknefs and the bafeness there, In vain, exceedingly in vain, I rage fometimes, and bite my chain; With teeth which ne'er will break it quite? Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted, What wonder is it if weak I be fiain? COLDNESS. S water fluid is till it do grow A Solid and fixt by cold; So in warm feafons Love does loosely flow; A woman's rigour and difdain Though conftant and confiftent now it be, It melts, and glides apace into the fea, So the fun's amorous play You may in vulgar loves find always this; But my fubftantial love Of a more firm and perfect nature is; No weathers can it move: Though heat diffolve the ice again, ENJOYMENT. and like thereabout it, 1; Thou, like fair Albion to the failors' fight, Like the kind Ocean I will be, Such heat and vigour fhall our kiffes bear, Nought fhall my hands or lips control; Yet nothing but the night our fports fhall know; Creeping fo far beneath the fea, Men, out of wisdom; women, out of pride, For there's no danger I fhould tell SLEEP. TN vain, thou drowfy God! I thee invoke ; Whofe flame 's fo pure that it fends up no fmoke. Yet how do tears but from fome vapours rife ? The fate of Egypt I sustain, And never feel the dew of rain, From clouds which in the head appear; But all my too much moisture owe To overflowings of the heart below. Thou, who doft men (as nights to colours do) Come, thou juft God! and equal me In that condition let me lie, Till Love docs me the favour fhew a Love equals all a better way than you. BEAUTY. thou wild fantaftic ape, Ah, my fair star! faid I; Ah, thofe bleft lands to which bright Thou doft fly! In vain the men of learning comfort me, It is, it is; I tremble with the froft, And know that I the day have loft; I find to be but bears or foxes all. B Who doft in every country charge thy fhape! Return, return, gay planet of mine Eaft, Here black, there brown, here tawny, and there white; Thou flatterer! which comply'ft with every sight! Thou Babel, which confound'ft the eye With unintelligible variety! Who haft no certain What, nor Where; But vary'ft ftill, and doft thyfelf declare So Inconftant, as thy fhe-profeffors are. Beauty! Love's feene and masquerade, gay by well-plac'd lights and diftance made; Falle coin, with which th' impofter cheats us ftill; The ftamp and colour good, but metal ill! Which light or bafe we find, when we Weigh by enjoyment, and examine thee! For, though thy being be but fhow, Beauty! thou active, paffive ill! Beauty! whofe flames but meteors are, Short-liv'd and low, though thou would'ft feem a ftar; Who dar'ft not thine own home defery, Beauty! whofe conquefts ftill are made Thou 'unwholefome thaw to frozen age! Thou strong wine, which youth's fever doft enrage! Thou tyrant, which leav'ft no man free! Thou fubtle thief, from whom nought fafe can be! Thou murderer, which haft kill'd, and devil, which would'ft damn me! Of all that shines thou much the best! And, as thou now defcend'ft to fea, More fair and fresh rife up from thence to me! Thou, who in many a propriety, So truly art the fun to me, Add one more likenefs (which I'm fure you can) And let me and my fun beget a man! H' MY PICTURE. ERE, take my likeness with you, whilst 'tis fo; The next fun's rifing will behold Me pale, and lean, and old: The man who did this picture draw, Will fwear next day my face he never faw. I really believe, within a while, Your prefence will fuch vigour give This will the fubftance, 1 the fhadow, be. Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound docs give, So handsomely the thing contrive, By' her beauty, not her anger, die : The cenfuring world will ne'er refrain And yet this death of mine, I fear, Shall grace my funerals with this truth; " "Twas only Love deftroy'd the gentle youth!" THE MONOPOLY. W. That feed th' eternal burnings of my heart! Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly, Vulcan his fhop has placed there, Here all thofe arrows' mortal heads are made, I have the trouble, not the gains, of it :- Deep into her bofom would I ftrike the dart, They flutter ftill about, inconftantly: Curfe on thy goodnefs, whom we find Vain God! who women doft thyfelf adore! They take the feathers, we the head. THE DISTANCE. 'VE followed thee a year, at least, I And never flopp'd myfdf to reft; But yet can thee o'ertake no more Than this day can the day that went before. In this our fortunes equal prove To ftars, which govern them above; Our stars, that move for ever round, With the fame diftance ftill betwixt them found In vain, alas! in vain I ftrive The wheel of Fate fafter to drive; Since, if around it fwiftlier fly, She in it mends her pace as much as I. Than I had done before; But you as cafily might account Till to the top of numbers you amount, As caft up my love's fcore. Ten thoufand millions was the fum; I'm fure her beauties cannot greater grow; A real caufe at firft did move; LOVE'S VISIBILITY. WITH 7ITH much of pain, and all the art I knew, To hide my love, and yet all will not do. Love's of a strangely open, fimple kind, Hare ! HIS MISTRESS. HESE full two hours now have I gazing been, THE foto hoy it can I gain To look on heaven with mighty gulfs between Yet could not get one drop of water by 't. Ah wretch! I feem to touch her now; but oh, What boundless spaces do us part! G MY FATE. O bid the needle his dear North forfake, Go bid the ftones a journey upwards make; The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate Does nothing tie more ftrong than me to you; Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty fhow, My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate, My lownefs, and her high defert: But thefe might conquerable prove; Nothing does me fo far remove, As her hard foul's averfion from love. my So travellers, that lofe their way by night, RESOLVED TO LOVE. WONDER what the grave and wife Think of all us that love; Whether our pretty foolerics Their mirth or anger move; They understand not breath that words does want; Our fighs to them are infignificant. One of them faw me, th' other day, Touch the dear hand which I admire; My foul was melting trait away, This filly wife-man, who pretends to know, Saw me with eyes all watery come; But thought fome fmoke was in the room: Such ignorance from unwounded learning came; He knew tears made by fmoke, but not by flame. If learn'd in other things you be, And have in love no skill, For God's fake keep your arts from me, VOL. II. But will be still the fame, whate'er you do: You cannot kill my love with your difdain; Wound it you may, and make it live in pair. Me, mine example, let the Stoics use, Their fad and cruel doctrine to maintain; Let all predeftinators me produce, Who ftruggle with eternal bonds in vain : This fire I'm born to-but 'tis the muft tell, Whether 't be beans of heaven or flames of hell. You, who men's fortunes in their faces read, To find out mine, look not, alas! on me; If thou find there kind and propitious rays, Is writ in heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. What can men learn from stars they scarce can see? Two great lights rule the world, and her two me. IT THE HEART-BREAKING. T gave a piteous groan, and fo it broke; I thought that this fome remedy might prove; And now, alas! each littie broken part Lives with that torment which the whole did kill. L |