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Through spite of our worst enernies, the friends; In things where fancy more does reign,
Throngh local banishment from thee; sends, 'Tis dangerous to curioso feign;
And custom i: to Na 07. go:
Lane, with counterte ing'ame.
My lines of amorous decise
And 'twas a barbarors relight
But now, by love, the mighty Phalaris, 1
My burning Bull the first do try.
And still the taper let me espy:
And bis great secret open laid'.
Only in her to pity 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 ine;
Thevall 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 pot 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 ip a larger room:
Through all Love's gardens and his fields;
No weed but boney to me vields!
Of pretty strength aya rsi a dart,
But my consum' and wasted neart, .
And terrify'd all others with the pain :
Ah! there 's no fooling with the Devil!
Themselves have met a real sprite.
For words were spoke by me in jest.
Thou understand'st not raillery?
Darts, and wounds, and Same, and heat,
To th's sad fame of prophesy :
And all the metaphors does spoil.
GREAT and wise conqueror, who, wherr'er
Who canst defend as well as get,
| Ah, charming maid! let not Ill-fortune see And never hadst one quarter beat-up yet; I Th' attire thy sorrow wears, Now thou art in, thou ne'er wilt part
Nor know the beauty of thy tears; With one inch of my vanquish'd heart; For she'll still come to dress herself in thee. For, since thou took'st it by assault from me,
As stars reflect on waters, so I spy "Tis garrison'd so strong with thoughts of thee
In every drop, methinks, her eye. It fears no beauteous enemy.
The baby, which lives there, and always plays Had thy charming strength been less,
In that illustrious sphere, I'ad serv'd ere this an hundred mistresses:
Like a Narcissus does appear, I'm better thus, nor would compound
Whilst in his flood the luvely boy did gaze. To leave my prison to be a vagabond;
Ne'er yet did I behold such glorious weather, A prison in which I still would be,
As this sun-shine and rain together. Though every door stood ope to me,
Pray Heaven her forehead, that pure hill of snow, . In spite both of thy coldness and thy pride,
(For some such fountain we must find, All love is marriage on thy lover's side,
To waters of so fair a kind) For only death can them divide.
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below! Close, narrow chain, yet soft and kind
Ah, mighty Love! that it were inward heat As that which spirits above to good does bind,
Which made this precious limbeck sweat! Gentle and sweet Necessity, Which does not force, but guide, our liberty!
But what, alas ! ah, what does it avail,
That she weeps tears so wondrons cold,
As scarce the ass's hoof can bold,
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail ?
** A curse on all discretion !
This barbarous term you will not meet
In all Love's lexicon. With more than Jewish reverence as yet
Jointure, portion, gold, estate, Do I the sacred name conceal;
Houses, household-stuff, or land, When, ye kind stars, ah when will it be fit
(The low conveniences of Fate) This gentle mystery to reveal ?
Are Greek po lovers understand.
Believe me, beauteous one! when love
Enters intu a breast. So bold as yet no verse of mine has been,
The two first things it does remove
Are friends and interests.
Passion 's half blind, nor can endure
The careful, scrupulous eyes; Laid down by her, ere taken up by me.
Or else I could not love, I'm sure,
One who in love were wise.
| Men, in such tempests tost about, Then all the birds in several notes shall sing,
Will, without grief or pain, And all the rivers murmur, thee;
| Cast all their goods and riches out, Then every wind the sound shall upwards bear,
Themselves their port to gain. And softly whisper 't to some angel's ear. As well might martyrs, who do choose Then shall thy name through all my verse be
That sacred death to take, spread,
| Mourn for the cloaths which they must lose, Thick as the flowers in meadows lie,
When they 're bound naked to the stake. And, when in future times they shall be read,
(As sure, I think, they will not die) If any critic doubt that they be mine,
THE WAITING-MAID. Nien by that stamp shall quickly know the coin.
Tuy Maid! ah! find some nobler theme Meanwhile I will not dare to make a name
Whereon thy doubts to place; To represent thee by;
Nor by a luw suspect b'aspheme
The glories of thy face.
Alas! she makes thee shine so fair,
So exquisitely bright,
Before thy potent light.
Three hours each morn in dressing thee
Malic ously are spent;
That 's else a civil governmenta
Th' adorning thee with so much art
I cut my love into his gentle bark, Is but a barbarous skill;
And in three days, behold ! 'tis dead: 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart
| My very written flames so violent be, Too apt before to kill.
They 've burnt and wither'd-up the tree. The ministering angels none can see;
How should I live myself, whose heart is found 'Tis not their beauty or their face,
Deeply graven every where For which by men they worship'd be;
With the large history of many a wound, But their high office and their place.
Larger than thy trunk can bear Thou art my goddess, my saint she;
With art as strange as Homer in the nut,
Love in my heart has volumes put.
The leaves and beauties all,
As a strong poison with one drop does make
The nails and hairs to fall :
Love (I see now) a kind of witchcraft is,
Or characters could ne'er do this.
Pardon, ye birds and nymphs, who lov'd this
shade ; To one that dies with thirst?
And pardon me, thou gentle tree; A little puff of breath, we find,
I thought her name would thee have happy made, Small fires can quench and kill;
And blessed omens hop'd from thee: But, when they 're great, the adverse wind
| “Notes of my love, thrive here,” said I, “ and Does make them greater still.
grow ; Now whilst you speak, it moves me much,
And with ye let my love do so.” But straight I 'm just the same;
Alas, poor youth! thy love will never thrive! Alas! tha' effect must needs be such
This blasted tree predestines it; Of cutting through a farne.
Go, tie the dismal knot (why should'st thou live)
And, by the lines thou there hast writ,
To that unlucky history.
Come, doctor! use thy roughest art,
'Tis a strange kind of ignorance this in you, There is no danger, if the pain
That you your victories should not spy, Should me to a fever bring;
Victories gotten by your eye! Compar'd with heats I now sustain,
That your bright beams, as those of comets do, A fever is so cool a thing,
Should kill, but not know how, nor who ! (Like drink which feverish men desire)
That truly you my idol might appear, That I should hope 'twould almost quench my
Whilst all the people smell and see
The odorous flames I offer thee,
Thy constant, zealous worshipper.
| They see 't too well who at my fires repine ;
Nay, th’ unconcern'd themselves do prove
Quick-ey'd enough to spy my love; Ask me not what my love shall do or be
| Nor does the cause in thy face clearlier shine, (Love, which is soul to body, and soul of me !)
Than the effect appears in mine.
Fair infidel! by what unjust decree
Must I, who with such restless care 'Twill last, I'm sure, and that is all we know, Would make this truth to thee appear,
| Must I, who preach it, and pray for it, be The thing call'd soul will never stir nor move,
Damn'd by thy incredulity?
I, by thy unbelief, am guiltless slain:
Oh, have but faith, and then, that you But still continue; as, they say,
May know that faith for to be true, Sad troubled ghosts about their graves do stray. It shall itself by a miracle maintain,
And raise me from the dead again!
Meanwhile my hopes may seem to be o'erthrown; THE TREE.
But lovers' hopes are full of art,
And thus dispute-That, since my heart, I chose the flourishing'st tree in all the park, | Though in thy breast, yet is not by thee known, With freshest boughs and fairest head;
Perhaps thou may'st not know thine owl.
HONOUR. Come, let's go on, where love and youth does She loves, and she confesses too; I've seen too much, if this be all. [call;
There's then, at last, no more tu do: Alas! how far more wealthy might I be
The happy work's entirely done;
Enter the town which thou hast won ;
The fruits of conquest now begin;
lö, triumph! enter in.
What's this, ye gods! what can it be?
Remains there still an enemy?
Bold Honour stands up in the gate,
| And would yet capitulate; The richest crop of joy is still behind,
Have I o'ercome all real foes,
And shall this phantom me oppose ?
Noisy nothing! stalking shade!
By what witchcraft wert thou nade? And so at last, my dear, should you do too. Empty cause of solid harms !
But I shall find out counter-charms,
Thy airy devilship to remove
Froin this circle here of love.
Sure / shall rid myself of thee
By the night's obscurity,
And obscurer secrecy!
Unlike to every other sprite, But, like a martyr, pass to Heaven through fire.
to Heaven through fire. | Thou attempt'st not men to fright, Mark how the lusty Sun salutes the Spring,
Nor appear'st but in the light.
Then on the earth, with bridegroom-heat, | Though all thy gestuies and disconrses be
Coin'd and stamp'd by modesty;
Though from thy tongue ne'er slipp'd away Can find in love more pleasure than to see. One word which nuns at th' altar inight not say;
Yet such a swectness, such a grace,
That what to th' eye a beauteous face, • THE INCURABLE.
That thy tongue is to th'ear:
So cunningly it wounds the heart, I TRY'p if books would cure my love, but found
It strikes such heat through every part, Love made them nonsense all;
That thou a tempter worse than Satan art.
Though in thy thoughts scarce any tracks have
[been As well might men who in a fever fry,
Such charms thy beauty wears, as might Mathematic doubts debate;
Desires in dying confess'd saints excite: As well might men who mad in darkness lie,
Thou, with strange adultery, Write the dispatches of a state.
Dost in each breast a brothel keep; I try'd devotion, sermons, frequent prayer,
Awake, all men do lust for thee, But those did worse than useless prove;
And some enjoy thee when they sleep. For prayers are turn'd to sin, in those who are Ne'er before did woman live, Out of charity, or in love.
Who to such multitudes did give I try'd in wine to drown the mighty care;
The root and cause of sin, but only Eve. But wine, alas ! was oil to th'tire;
Though in thy breast so quick a pity be, Like drunkards' eyes, my troublod fancy there That a fly's deaih 's a wound to thee; Did double the desire.
Though savage and rock-hearted those I try'd what mirth and gajety would do,
Appear, that weep not ev'n romance's woes And mix'd with pleasant companies;
Yet ne'er before was tyrant known, My mirth did graceless and insipid grow,
Whose rage was of so large extent;
The ills thou dust are whole thine own; And 'bove a clinch it could not rise.
Thou'rt principal and instrument: Nay, God forgive me for 't! at last I try'd,
In all the deaths that come from you, 'Gainst this, some new desire to stir,
You do the treble office do
Thou lovely instrument of angry Fate,
Thou pleasant, universal ill, As wholesome med'cines the disease improve Which, sweet as health, yet like a plague di ; There where they work not well.
Thon kind, well-naturid tyranny!
And thou in pity didst apply Thon chaste committer of a rape!
The kind and only remedy: Thou voluntary destiny,
The cause absolves the crime ; since me Which no man can, or would escape!
So mighty forcedid move, so mighty goudness So gentle, and so glad to spare,
thee. So wondrous good, and wondrous fair,
1 She. Curse on thine arts! methinks I hate th 20 (We know) evin the destroying-angels are.
I'm angry; but my wrath will prove * DIALOGUE.
More innocent than did thy love. She. What have we done? what crvel passion
Thou hast this day unlope me quite;
Yet wilt undome more should'st thou not cone
VERSES LOST UPO.V A I AGER, So soon is spent, and gove, this thy ill-gotten As soon hereafter will I wagers lay treasure!
'Gainst what an oracle shall say ;
Fool that I was, to venture to deny
A tongue so us'd to victory!
A tongue so blest by Nature and by Art,
That never yet it spoke but gain'd an heart: I'll the well-gotten pleasure
Though what you said had not been true,
If spoke by any else but you;
Your speech will govern Destiny,
ong ana | And Fate will change rather than you should lye.
And Fate sweeter last.
'Tis true, if human Reason were the guide,
But that 's a guide, alas ! we must resign,
When the authority's divine.
She said, she said herself it would be so ;
And I, bold unbeliever! answer'd no:
Never so justly, sure, before,
Errour the name of blindness bore;
For whatso'er the question be,
There's no man that has eyes would bet for me.
If Truth itself (as other angels do
When they descend to human view)
In a material form would deign to shinc,
'Twould imitate or borrow thine: She. Thou first, perhaps, who didst the fault So dazzling bright, yet so transparent clear, commit,
So well-proportion'd would the parts appear ! Wilt make thy wicked boast of it;
Happy the cye which Truth could see .
Cloath'd in a shape like thee;
But happier far the eve
Than what I ow'd to thee before:
Which he were bound howe'er to pay?
If Nature gave me power to write in verse,
Thy wondrous beauty and thy wit
Has such a sovereign right to it, gagg'd me too.
That no man's Muse for public vent is free,
thel Till she has paid her customs first to thee. She. Though public punishment we escape, the
Will rack and torture us within: (sin |
I BATHING IN THE RIVER. That worm which now the core does The fish around her crowded, as they do waste,
. To the false light that treacherous fishers shew, When long 't has gnaw'd within,will break the |And all with as much ease might taken be, . skin at last.
As she at first took me; He. That thirsty drink, that hungry food, 1
For ne'er did light so clear
Among the waves appear,