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Sire of Repentance! child of fond Desire! What ill returns dost thou allow!
That blow'st the chymies', and the lovers', fire, I fed thee then, and thuu dost starve me now,
Leading them still insensib'y' on

There was a time when thon wast cold and chill,
By the strange witchcraft of “ anon!"

Nor hadst the power of doing ill;
By thee the one does changing Nature, through

Into niy bosom did I take
Her endless labyrinths, pursue;

This frozen and benumbeil snake,
And th' other chases woman, whilst she goes

Not feuing from it any harm; More ways and turns than hunted Nature Kuows. But now it stings that breast which made it warm,

What cursed weed's this Love! but one grain sow,

And the whole field 'twill overgrow;
FOR HOPE,

Straight will it chuak up and devour
Hope! of all ills that men endure,

Each wholesome herb and beauteous flower! The only cheap and universal cure! health!

Nay, unless something soon I do, Thou captive's freerlom, and thou sick inan's

'Twili kill, I fear, my very laurel too. Thou loser's victory, and thou beggar's wealth! But now ail's gone, I now, alas! complain,

Thu manna, which from heaven we eat, Di clare, protest, and thrcat, in vain;
To every taste a several meat!

Sirce, by niy own imforc'd consent,
Thou strong retreat! thou sure-entaild estate, The trajtor has my government,
Which nought has power to alienate!

And is so settled in the throne, Thou pleasant, honest flatterer! for rione

That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine own, Flatter unhappy men, but thou alone!

Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness! Thou gentle dawning of a bright success!

. THE FRAILTY. Thou good preparative, without which our joy Does work too strong, and, whilst it caros, de- Know 'tis sordid, and 'tis low, stry!

(All this as well as you I know)
Who out of Fortune's reach dost stand,

Which I so hotly now pursue,
And art a blessing still in hand !

(I know all this as well as you) Whilst thee, her earnest-inoney, we retain,

But, whilst this cursed flesh ( bear,
We certain are to gain,

And all the weakness and the baseness there, Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfil;

Alas! alas! it will be always so,
Thou only good, not worse for ending ill!

In vain, exceedingly in vain,
Brother of Faith! 'twixt whom and thee I rage sometimes, and bite my chain;
The joys of Heaven and Earth divided be!

Yet to what purpose do I bite
Though Faith beber, and have the fixt estate,

With teeth which ne'er will break it quite ? Thy portion yet in movcables is great.

For, if the chicfest Christian bead i Happiress itself's all one

| Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted, In thee, or in possession !

What wonder is it if weak I be slain? Only the future's thine, the present bis !

Thine's the more hard and noble Uliss: Kest appribader of our joys! which hast

COLDNESS, so long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast! ! Il pe! thou sad lovers' only friend!

As water Quid is, till it do grow Thou Way, that may'st dispute it with the End !

Solid and fixt by cold; For love, I fear, 's a fruit that does delight

| So in warm seasons Love does loosely Now; The taste itself less than the sinell and sight.

Frost only can it hold :
Fru ion more deceitful is

| A woman's rigour and disrlain
Than thou canst be, when thou dost miss;

Does his swilt course restrain.
Men leare ihee by obtaining, and straight flee | Though constant and consistent now it be,
Some other way again to thee;

Yet, when kind bcams appear,
And that's a pleasapt country, without doubt, | Itinelts, and glides a pace into the sea,
To which all soon reiurn that travel oui,

And loses itself there..
So the Sun's amorous play

Kisses the ice away.
LOVE'S INGRATITUDE.

You may in vulgar loves find always this :

But my substantial love
I l ie thought, thou fond ingrateful sin! Of a mure tiron and perfect nature is ;
When first I let thee in,

No weathers can it move :
And gave thee but a part

Though beat dissolve the ice again,
In my unwary heaii,

The crystal solid does remain,
That thou would'st e'er hare grown
So false or strong to make it all thine own.
At mine own breast with care I fed thee still,

ENJOYMENT. 'n
Letung thee suck thy fill;
And! daintily I nourish'd thee

| They like some wealthy island thou shalt lie, Wich idle thoughts and poetry !

And like the sea about it, I;

Thou, like fair Albion to the sailor's sight, | Here black, there brown, here tawny, and there Spreading her beauteous bosom all in white;

white; Like the kind Ocean I will be,

Thou flatterer! which comply'st with every sight! With loving arms for ever clasping thee.

Thou Babel, which cunfound'st the eye But I'll embrace thee gentlier far than so;

With unintelligible variety! As their fresh banks soft rivers do:

Who hast no certain what, nor where; Nor shall the proudest planet boast a power

But vary'st still, and dust thyself declare Of making my full love to ebb one hour;

Inconstant, as thy she-professors are. It never dry or low can prove,

Beauty ! Love's scene and masquerade, Whilst thy unwasted fountain feeds my love. So gay by well-plac'd lights and disiance made; Such heat and vigour shall our kisses bear,

False coin, with which tlı’impostor cheats us still; As if like doves w' engender'd there :

The stamp and colour good, but metal ill! No bound nor rule my pleasures shall endure,

Which light or base we find, when we In love there's done too much an epicure:

Weigh by enjoyment, and examine thee! Nought shall my hands or lips control;

For, though thy being be but show, I'll kiss thee through, I'll kiss thy very soul.

'Tis chiefly night which men to thee allow :

And chuse t'enjoy thee, when thou least art Thou. Yet nothing but the Night our sports shall know; Night, that's both blind and silent too!

Beauty! thou active, passive ill Alpheus found not a more secret trace,

Which dy'st thyself as fast as thou dost kill ! His lov'd Sicanian fountain to embrace,

Thou tulip, who thy stock in paint dost waste, Creeping so far beneath the sea,

Neither for physic good, nor smell, nor taste. Than I will do t'enjoy and feast on thee.

Beauty! whose flames but meteors are,

Short-liv'd and low, though thou would'st seem Men, out of wisdom ; women, out of pride,

a star; The picasant thefts of love do hide:

Who dar'st not thine own home descry,
That may secure thee; but thou 'ast yet from me Pretending to drell richly in the eye,
A more infallible security;

When thou, alas! dost in the fancy lie.
For there's no danger I should tell
The joys which are to me unspeakable.

Beauty! whose conquests still are made
O'er hearts by cowards kept, or else betray'd;
Weak victor! who thyself destroy'd must be

When Sickness storms, or Time besieges thee!
SLEEP.

Thou unwholesome thaw to frozen age! In vain, thou drowsy god! I thee invoke ;

Thou strong wine, which youth's fever dost en

rage! For thou, who dost from fumes arise

Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man free!
Thou, who man's soul dost overshade
With a thick cloud by vapours made

| Thou subtle thief, from whom nought safe can be ! Canst have no power to shut his eyes,

Thou murderer, which hast kill'd, and devil, which

would'st damn me!
Or passage of his spirits to choke,
Whose fiame's so pure that it sends up no smoke.
Yet how do tears but from such vapours rise?
Tears, that bewinter all my year?

THE PARTING.
The fate of Egypt I sustain,
And never feel the dew of rain,

| As men in Greenland left bebeld the Sun From clouds which in the head appear;

From their horizon run,
But all my too much moisture owe

And thought upon the sad half-year
To overflowings of the heart below.

Of cold and darkness they must suffer there • Thou, who dost men (as nights to colours do) So on my parting mistress did I look; Bring all to an equality!

With such swoln eyes my farewell took :
Come, thou just god! and equal me

Ah, my fair star! said I;
Awhile to my disdainful She:

Ah, those blest lands to which bright Thuu dost
In that condition let me lie,

fly! Till Love does me the favour shew: I In vain the men of learning comfort me, Love equals all a better way than you.

And say I'm in a warm degree;
Then never more shalt thou b’invok'd by me; Say what they please, I say and swear
Watchful as spirits and gods l'Il prore: {'Tis beyond e ghty at least, if you 're not here.
Let her bit grant, and then will I

It is, it is; I tremble with the frust,
Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;

And know that I the day have lost;
For, betwixt thee and them that love,

· And those wild things wbich men they call, Never will an agreement be;

| I find to be but bears or foxes all. Thou scoru'st th' unhappy, and the happy,thee!

Return, return, gay planet of mine Fast,

Of all that shines thou much the best!

And, as thou now descend'st to sea,
BEAUTY.

More fair and fresh rise up from thence to me! BEAUTY! thou wild fantastic ape,

Thou, who in many a propriety, . Who dost in every country chaiige thy shape!

So truly art the Sun tv me,

• Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you | Then shall the world my noble ruin see, can)

Some pity and soine envy me; And let me and my sun beget a man!

Then she herself, the mighty she,

Shall grace my funerals with this truth; . ; 'Twas only love destroy'd the gentle youth!",

MY PICTURE."

THE MONOPOLY.... i Here, take my likeness with you, whilst 'tis so;

| What mines of sulphur in my breast do lie, i For, when from hence you go, The next Sun's rising will behold

That feed th' eternal burnings of my heart! Me pale, and lean, and old :

Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly, The man who did this picture draw,

The sounding shop of Vulcan's smoky arti Will swear next day my face he never saw.

Vulcan his shop has placed there.

And Cupid's forge is set-up here.
I really believe, within a while,

Here all those arrows' mortal heads are made,
If you upon this shadow smile,
Your presence will such vigour give,

That fly so thick unseen through yielding air; (Your presence, which makes all things

| The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade, live!)

1 Are Jealousy, Fear, Sadness, and Despair. And absence so much alter me, .

Ah, cruel god! and why to me This will the substance, I the shadow, be.

Gave you this curs'd monopoly?
When from your well-wrought cabinet you take it,

I have the trouble, not the gains, of it:
And your bright looks awake it,

Give me but the disposal of one dart, ,
Ab! be not frighted if you see

And then (I 'll ask no other benefit).
The new-soul'd picture gaze on thee,

Heat as you please your furnace in my heart:
And hear it breathe a sigh or two;

So sweet's revenge to me, that I For those are the first things that it will do.

Upon my foe would gladly die. My rival-image will be then thought blest,

Deep into her bosom would I strike the dart, And laugh at me as dispossest;

| Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee; But thou, who if I know thee right)

Thou giv'st them small wounds, and so far from I'th'substance dost not much delight,

th'heart, Wilt rather send again for me,

They flutter still about, inconstantly: Who then shall but my picture's picture be. Curse on thy goodness, whom we find

Civil to none but woman-kind! | Vain god ! who women dost thyself adore !

Their wounded hearts do still retain the powers THE CONCEALMENT,

To travel and to wander, as before:

Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours
No; to what purpose should I speak?

So unjustly are distributed,
No, wretched heart! swell till you break.

They take the feathers, we the head.
She cannot love me if she would ;
And, to say truth, 'twere pity that she should.
No; to the grave thy sorrows bear;

THE DISTANCE. -
As silent as they will be there:
Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound does give, s

es vive { l've followed thee a year, at least, :
So handsomely the thing contrive,

And never stopp'd myself to rest;
That she may guiltless of it live;

But yet can thee o'ertake no more
So perish, that her killing thee

Than this day can the day that went before. May a chance-medley, and no murder, be.

In this our fortunes equal prove 'Tis nobler much for me, that I

To stars, which govern them above;
By her beauty, not her anger, die:

Our stars, that move for ever round,
This will look justly, and become

With the same distance still betwixt them found. An execution; that a martyrdom.

In vain, alas ! in vain 1 strive
The censuring world will ne'er refrain

The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
From judging men by thunder slain.

Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She must be angry, sure, if I should be

She in it mends her pace as much as I..
So bold to ask her to make me,

Hearts by Love strangely shuffed are,
By being her's, happier than she !
I will not ; 'tis a milder fate

That there can never mcet a pair!
To fall by her not loving, than her hate.

Tamelier than worms are lovers slain!

| The wounded heart ne'er turns to wound again.
And yet this death of mine, I fear,
Will ominous to her appear;
When, sound in every other part,

THE INCREASE.
Her sacrifice is found without an heart;
For the last tempest of my death

I thought, I'll swear, I could have lov'd no more
Shall sigh out that too with my breath.

Than I bad done before;.

LOVE'S VISIBILITY...LOOKING ON HIS MISTRESS : 117 But you as easily might account,

.: RESOLVED TO LOVE. Till to the top of numbers you amount,

I wonder what the grave and wise As cast up my love's score.

Think of all us that love; Ten thousand millions was the sum;

Whether our pretty fooleries Millions of endless millions are to come.

Their mirth or anger move: I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow;

They understand not breath that words does want; Why should my love do so?

Our sighs to them are insignificant. A real cause at first did move;

One of them saw me, th' other day, But mine own fancy now drives on my love,

Touch the dear hand which I admire ; With shadows from itself that flow.

My soul was melting straight away, My love, as we in numbers see,

And dropt before the fire : By cyphers is increas'd eternally.

This silly wise-man, who pretends to know,
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above Ask'd why I look'd so pale, and trembled so?

Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove; Another, from my mistress' door
But are, since that beginning, found

Saw me with eyes all wat'ry come;
By their own forms to move for ever round. Nor could the hidden cause explore,
All violent motions short do prove;

But thought some smoke was in the room : But, by the length, 'tis plain to see

Such ignorance from unwounded learning came; That love's a motion natural to me.

He knew tears made by smuke, but not by flame.

If learn'd in other things you be,
LOVE'S VISIBILITY.

And have in love no skill,
With much of pain, and all the art I knew, for God's sake keep your arts from me,
Have I endeavour'd hitherto

For I'll be ignorant still :
To hide my love, and yet all will not do. Study or action others may embrace;
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she;

My love's my business, and my books her face. Though so discreet and good she be,

These are but trifles, I confess, By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.

Which ine, weak mortal! more;

Nor is your busy seriousness Men without love have oft so cunning grown,

Less trifling than my love : That something like it they have shown;

The wisest king, who from his sacred breast But none who had it ever seem'd t'have none.

Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best. Love's of a strangely open, simple kind, w Can no arts or disguises find,

MY FATE. But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind.

Golid the needle his dear North forsake, The very eye betrays our inward smart :

To which with trembling rererence it does Love of himself left there a part,

bend; When through it he past into the heart.

Go bid the stones a journey upwards make; Or if by chance the face betray not it,

Go bid th’ambitious flame no more ascend: But keep the secret wisely, yet,

And, when these false to their old inotions prove, Like drunkenness, into the tongue 'twill get.

Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love. | The fast-link'd chain of qrerlasting Fate

Does nothing tie more strong than me to you; LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING | My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate, WITH, HIS MISTRESS.

But will be still the same, whate'er you do: These full two hours now have I gazing been,

You cannot kill my love with your disdain: What comfort by it can I gain?

Wound it you may, and make it live in pain. To look on Heaven with mighty gulphs between | Me, mine example, let the Stoics use, Was the great miser's greatest pain;

Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain; So near was he to Heaven's delight, Let all predestinators me produce, As with the blest converse he might,

Who struggle with eternal bonds in rain: Yet could not get one drop of water by 't. This fire I'm born to-but 'tis she must tell, Ab wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh, |

Whether't be beams of Heaven or flames of liell. What boundless spaces do us part!

You, who men's fortunes in their faces read, Fortune, and friends, and all Farth's empty show, To find out mine, look not, alas! on me; My lowness, and her high desert:

But mark her face, and all the features heed; But these might conquerable prove;

For only there is writ my destiny: Nothing does me so far remove,

Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies As her hard soul's aversion from my love. But study the astrology of her eyes. So travellers, that lose their way by night, If thou find there kind and propitious rays, If from afar they chance t'espy

What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear; Th’uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light, I well believe the fate of mortal days

Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh; Is writ in Heaven; but oh, my heaven istuene.
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain,

What can men learn from stars they scarce can
They sit them down, and weep in vain,

see? And there in darkness and despair remain. Two great lights rule the world, and her two me, THE A EART-BREAKING.

MAIDENHEAD. Ir gave a piteous groan, and so it broke; Thon worst estate ev'n of the sex that's worst; In vain it something would have spoke: .

Therefore by Nature inade at first • The lore within too strong for't was,

T'attend the weakness of our birth! Like poison put into a Venice-glass.

Slight outward curtain to the nuptial beri!
I thought that this some remedy might prore;

Thou case to buildings not yet finished !
But oh, the mighty serpent Love,

Who, like the centre of the Earth,
Cut by this chance in pieces small,

Dost heaviest things attract to thec, In all still liv'd, and still it stung in all.

Though thou a point imaginary be! And now, alas ! each little broken part

| A thing God thought for mankind so unfit, Feels the whole pain of all my heart;

That his first blessing ruin'd it. And every smallest corner still

Cold, frozen nurse of fiercest fires ! Lives with that torment which the whole did kill. / Who, like the parched plains of Afric's sand, Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,

| (A sterile, and a wild unlovely land!)

Art always scorch'd with hot desires,
And into several quarters get;

Yet barren quite, didst thou not bring *
Each troop does spoil and ruin more
Than all join'd in one body did before.

Monsters and serpents forth thyself to sting! How many loves reign in my bosom now!

Thou that bewitchest men, whilst thou dost dwell

Like a close conjurer in his cell,
How many loves, yet all of you!

And fear'st the day's discovering eve!
Thus have I chang'd with evil fate

No wonder 'tis at all that thou should'st be My monarch-love into a tyrant-state.

Such tedious and unpleasant company,

Who liv'st so melancholily!

Thou thing of subtile, slippery kind,
THE USURPATION.

Which women lose, and yet no man can find!,
Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;. Although I think thou never found wilt be,
I was mine own, and free,

Yet I 'm resolv'd to search for thee;
Till I had given myself to thee;

The search itself rewards the pains:
But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since. So, though the chymic his great secret miss,

Well, since so insolent thou’rt grown, (For neither it in art nor Nature is) Fond tyrant! I'll depose thee from thy throne; Yet things well worth his toil he gains; Such outrages must not admitted be

And does his charge and labour pay In an elective monarchy.

With good unsought experiments by the way. Part of my heart by gift did to thee fall;

Say what thou wilt, chastity is no more My country, kindred, and my best

Thee, than a porter is bis door. Acquaintance, were to share the rest;

In vain to honour they pretend, (walls ; But thou, their covetus neighbour, draw'st out | Who guard themselves with ramparts and with all:

Thein only Fame the truly valiant calls, Nay more; thou mak'st me worship thee, Who can an open breach defend. And would'st the rule of my religion be:

Of thy quick loss can be no doubt, Did ever tyrant claim such power as you, Within so hated, and so lov'd without,

To be both emperor and pope too? The public miseries, and my prirate fate, Deserve some tears; but greedy thou

LUPOSSIBILITIES. (Insatiate majd!) wilt pot allow That I one drop from thee should alienate:

IMPOSSIBILITIES! oh no, there's none; Nor wilt thou grant my sins a part,

I Could mine bring thy heart captive hoing Though the sole cause of most of them thou art;

As easily other dangers were o'ertbrown, Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due,

As Cæsar, after vanquish'd Rome,

His little Asian foes did overcome.
Since first mine eyes I gave to you.
Thou all my joys and all my hopes dost claim;

True lovers oft by Fortune are envied ;
Thou ragest like a fire in ine,

Oft Earth and Hell against them strive; Converting all things into thee;

But Providence engages on their side, Nought can resist, or not increase the flame:

And a good end at last does give: Nay, every grief and every fear

At last, just men and lovers always thrive. Thou di st devour, unless thy stamp it bear: As stars (not powerful else) when they conjoin, Thy presence. like the crowned basilisk's breath, Change, as they please, the world's estate; All other serpents puts to death.

So thy heart in conjunction with mine As men in Hell are from diseases free,

Shall our own fortunes regulate; So from all other ills am l;

Anıl to our stars themselves prescribe a fate. Free from their known formality:

'Twould grieve me much to find some bold rer But a!) pains eminently lie in thee!

mance, Alas, alas! I hope in vain

That should two kind examples shew,
My connerid soul from out thine hands to gain ; Which before us in wonders did advance;
Since all the natives there thou 'ast overthrown, Not that I thought that story true,
And planted garrisons of thine own.

But pone should fancy more, than I would do

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