Affect the haughty and the proud,
The gay, the frolic, and the loud.
Who first the generous steed oppress'd,
Not kneeling did salute the beast,
But with high courage, life, and force,
Approaching, tam'd th' unruly horse.

Unwisely we the wiser East
Pity, supposing them oppress'd
With tyrants' force, whose law is will,
By which they govern, spoil, and kill:
Each nymph, but moderately fair,
Commands with no less rigour here.
Should some brave Turk, that walks among
His twenty lasses, bright and young,
And beckons to the willing dame,
Preferr'd to quench his present flame,
Behold as many gallants here,
With modest guise and silent fear,
All to one female idol bend,

Whilst her high pride does scarce descend
To mark their follies, he would swear
That these her guard of eunuchs were:
And that a more majestic queen,
Or humbler slaves, he had not seen.

All this with indignation spoke, In vain I struggled with the yoke Of mighty love: that conquering look, When next beheld, like lightning strook My blasted soul, and made me bow Lower than those I pitied now.

So the tall stag, upon the brink Of some smooth stream about to drink, Surveying there his armed head, With shame remembers that he fled The scorned dogs; resolves to try The combat next; but if their cry Invades again his trembling ear, He straight resumes his wonted care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind.

SONG.

Go, lovely rose !

Tell her that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,

When I resemble her to thee,

How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,

And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung

In desarts where no men abide,

Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth

Of beauty from the light retir'd:

Bid her come forth,

Suffer herself to be desir'd,

And not blush so to be admired.

Then die, that she

The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;

How small a part of time they share,

That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

TO PHILLIS.

PHILLIS, why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Could we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their span,

Beauty like a shadow flies,
And our youth before us dies.
Or would youth and beauty stay,
Love has wings, and will away.
Love has swifter wings than time,
Change in love to heaven does climb:
Gods, that never change their state,
Vary oft their love and hate.
Phillis, to this truth we owe

All the love betwixt us two;
Let not you and I require
What has been our past desire;

On what shepherds you have smil❜d,
Or what nymphs I have beguil'd;
Leave it to the planets too

What we shall hereafter do;
For the joys we now may prove,
Take advice of present love.

ON A GIRDLE.

THAT which her slender waist confin'd
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

It was my heaven's extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer.
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!

A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair:
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.

TO THE MUTABLE FAIR,

HERE, Celia, for thy sake I part
With all that grew so near my heart;
The passion that I had for thee,
The faith, the love, the constancy;
And, that I may successful prove,
Transform myself to what you love!

Fool that I was! so much to prize Those simple virtues you despise ! Fool! that with such dull arrows strove, Or hop'd to reach a flying dove! For you, that are in motion still,

Decline our force, and mock our skill,