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mance, That should two kind examples shew, Which before us in wonders did advance;
Not that I thought that story true, But none should Fancy more, than I would Do. Through spite of our worst enemies, thy friends;
Through local banishment from thee;
In vain the ftars their aid deny'd ;
Shall th' Hellefpont our loves divide ?
But, gentle maid! do not deny
And still the taper let me espy :
I thought, I'll fwear, an handsome lye
For words were spoke by me in jeft.
Thou understand't not raillery?
Darts, and wounds, and flame, and heat, I nam'd but for the rhyme, or the conceit;
Nor meant my verse should raised be
To this fad fame of prophesy:
And all the metaphors does spoil.
In things where fancy much does reign, "Tis dangerous too cunningly to feign;
The play at last a truth does grow,
And Custom into Nature go :
My lines of amorous desire
And 'twas a barbarous delight
My fancy promis'd from the fight :
My burning Bull the first do try.
Only in her to picy me :
My helpless story hear;
Silence perhaps may make it sleep :
Though it should speechless lie.
Unless it join and mix with thee :
I NEVER yet could see that face
Which had no dart for me;
They all victorious be.
Goodness, or wit, in all I find;
If all fail, yet 'tis woman-kind;
If fair, she's pleasant as the light;
If black, what lover loves not night?
The lean, with love makes me too so :
To me; if crooked, 'tis his bow:
My richly-landed Love's become ;
Though it take up a larger room :
And terrify'd all others with the pain :
Themselves have met a real sprite.
Thus with unwearicd wings I fee
Through all Love's gardens and his fields; And, like the wise, industrious bee,
No weed but honey to me yields! Honey still spent this diligence still supplies, Though I return not home with laden thighs. My soul at first indeed did prove
Of pretty strength againt a dart, Till I this habit got of love ;
But my consumi d aud walted heart, Once burnt to tinder with a strong desire. Since that, by every spark is set on fire.
Then all the ficlds and woods shall with it ring;
Then Echo's burden it shall be ;
And all the rivers murniur, thee;
Thick as the flowers in meadows lie,
(As sure, I think, they will not die)
To represent thee by;
One that enough should fignify:
REAT and wife conqucror, who, wherc'
Thou com'ft, dolt fortisy, and settle there! Who canst defend as well as get, And never hadit one quarter beat-up yct;
Now thou art in, thou ne'er wilt part
With one inch of my vanquish'd heart; For, since thou took'it it by allault froin me, 'Tis garrison'd so strong with thoughis of thee,
It fears no beauteous enemy.
Hid thy charning strength bein less, I'ad serv'd ere this an hundred niiltreflcs :
I'm better thus, nor would compound To leave my prison to be a vagabond:
A prison in which I fill would be,
Though every door stood ope to me.
For only death can them divide.
Gentle and sweet Necessity,
Your love on me were spent in vain,
Since my love ftill could but remain Just as it is; for what, alas! can be Added to that which hath infinity
Both in extent and quality ?
EE where she fits, and in what comely wise
Drops tcars more fair than others' eyes! Ah, charming maid! let not ill-furtune see
Th' attire thy sorrow wears,
Nor know the beauty of thy tears ;
In every drop, methinks, her eye.
Io that illustrious sphere,
Like a Narcissus docs appear,
As this fun-fhine and rain together.
(For some such fountain we must ficd,
To waters of so sair a kind) Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below! Ah, mighty Love! that it were inward heat
Which made this precious limbeck sweat! But what, alas! ah, what does it avail,
That the weeps tears fu wondrous cold,
As scarce the ass's hoof can hold, So cold, that I admire they fall not hail.
Do I the sacred name conceal ;
This gentle niystery to reveal?
To wear that gem on any line ;
Shall any stanza with it shine.
VOME, doctor! use thy roughest art,
Belicve me, beauteous one! when love
Enters into a breast,
Are friends and intereft.
The careful, scrupulous eyes;
Cut, burn, and torture, every part,
To heal me of my love. There is no danger, if the pain
Should me to a fever bring; Compar'd with heats I now sustain,
A fever is so cool a thing
(Like drink which feverish men desire) That I should hope 'twould almost quench my fire.
One who in love were wise. Men, in fuch tempests tost about,
Will, without grief or pain,
Themselves their port to gain.
That facred death to take,
When they're bound naked to the ftake.
HY Maid! ah! find some nobler theme
Taw her on this doubles en place
(Love, which is foul to body, and soul of
Alas! I might as easily show
For 'tis the body of my love:
Not that my love will fly away,
Yor by a low suspect blalpheme
The glories of thy face.
So exquisitely bright,
Before thy potent light.
Maliciously are spent ;
That's else a civil government.
Is but a barbarous skill ; 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart
Too apt before to kill. 'The ministering angels none can see ;
'Tis not their beauty' or face,
But their high office and their place.
With freshest boughs and fairet head;
And in three days, behold! 'tis dead :
They've burnt and wither'd up the tree.
Deeply graven every where
Larger than thy trunk can bear?
Love in my heart has volumes put.
The leaves and beauties all,
The nails and hairs to fall:
Or characters could ne'er do this.
And pardon me, thou gentle tree;
And blessed omen's hop'd from thee;
Ano What adnice.can. I receive !
No, satisfy me first;
To one that dies with thirst?
Small fires can quench and kill;
Does make them greater still.
But strait I'm just the same ;
Of cutting through a fiame.
Alas, poor youth! thy love will never thrive! Beauty to man the greatest torture is,
Unless it lead to further bliss,
And, by the lines thou there hast writ, It grows too serious a cruelty, Deform’dly hanging, the fad piąurc be
Unless it heal, as well as strike;
I would not, salamander-like,
Mark how the lusty fun falutes the spring,
And gently kisses every thing!
His loving beams unlock each maiden flower, "Is a strange kind of ignorance this in you! Scarch all the treasures, all the sweets devour :
Then on the earth, with bridegroom-heat, Victories gotten by your eye!
He does fill new flowers beget. That your bright beams, as those of comets do,
The sun himself, although all eye he be, Should kill, but not know how, nor who !
Can find in love more pleasure than to see. That truly you my idol might appear,
Whilst all the people smell and see
The odorous flames I offer thee,
TRY'D if books would cure my love, but
found Quick-eyed enough to spy my love;
Love made them nonsense all; Nor does the cause in thy face clearlier shine, I 'apply'd receipts of business to my wound, Than the effect appears in mine,
But stirring did the pain recall.
As well might men who in a fever fry,
Mathematic doubts debate;
Write the dispatches of a fate.
I try'd devotion, fermons, frequent prayer,
But those did worse than useless prove; Oh, have but faith, and then, that you
For prayers are turn’d to sin, in those who are May know that faith for to be true,
Out of charity, or in love. It shall itself by a miracle maintain, And raise me from the dead again! I try'd in wine to drown the mighty care;
But wine, alas! was oil to th' fire : Meanwhile my hopes may seem to be o'erthrown;
Like drunkards' eyes, ny troubled fancy there
Did double the desire.
My mirth did graceless and insipid grow,
And 'bove a clinch it could not rise.
Nay, God forgive me for 't! at last I try'd,
'Gainst this some new desire to stir,
And lov'd again, but 'twas where l espy'd
Somc faint resemblances of her.
The physic made me worse, with which I strose With a contented ignorant poverty!
This mortal ill c'expel:
As wholesome medicines the disease improve,
There where they work not well.
HE loves, and the confeffes tvo;
The happy work 's entirely done;
Enter the town which thou hast won;
The fruits of conquest now begin; And so at last, my dear, fould you do tco. lo triumph! Enter in.
COME, Jets go on, where love and youth does