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Nets, of passion's finest thread,
Then, beware! for those that cure
Rather let the lover pine,
BOLDNESS IN LOVE.
MARK how the bashful morn in vain
Courts the amorous marigold
Yet she refuses to unfold.
So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy!
If thy tears and sighs discover Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy
The just reward of a bold lover.
But, when with moving accents, thou
UNGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED.
Know, Celia (since thou art so proud)
'Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd
Of common beauties, liv'd unknown, Had not my verse exhal'd thy name, And with it impt the wings of fame.
That killing power is none of thine,
I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine ;
Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there.
Tempt me with such affrights no more,
Lest what I made I uncreate, Let fools thy mystic forms adore,
I'll know thee in thy mortal state.
Wise poets, that wrapp'd truth in tales,.
To one, who, when I praised my Mistress' beauty,
said I was blind.
WONDER not though I am blind,
For you must be
If, when you see
From her eye, i
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose ; ?" For, in your beauty's orient deep, These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither do stray
Ask me no more, whither doth haste
Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere.
· Ask me no more, if east or west
The phenix builds her spicy nest ;
[From a MS. in the possession of Mr. Malone.)
Tell me, Utrechia, since my fate,
My heart an immolation at thy shrine,
Where I am only to incline-
I may my hopes enlarge, or my desires confine?
“ First, when thy flames begin, “ See they burn all within ; “ And so, as lookers-on may not descry “ Smoke in a sigh, or sparkles in an eye. “ I would have had my love a good while there, “ Ere thine own heart had been aware : “ And I myself would chuse to know it, “ First, by thy care and cunning not to show it.”
When my love is, your own way, thus betray'd,