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Compar'd with her, all things so worthless prove,
That nought on Earth can tow'rds her move,
Till't be exalted by her love.
Equal to her, alas! there's none;
She like a deity is grown,
That must create, or else must be alone.

ifthere be man who thinks himself so high,
As to pretend equality,
He deserves her less than I;
For he would cheat for his relief;
And one would give, with lesser grief,
Tan undeserving beggar than a thief.

AGAINST FRUITION.

No; thou'rt a fool, I'll swear, if e'er thou grant;
Much of my veneration thou must want,
When once thy kindness puts my ignorance out;
For a learn'd age is always least devout.
Keep still thy distance; for at once to me
Goddess and woman too thou canst not be:
Thou'rt queen of all that sees thee, and as such
Must neither tyrannize nor yield too much;
Such freedoms give as may admit command,
But keep the forts and magazines in hand. .
Thou'rt yet a whole world to me, and dost fill
My large ambition; but 'tis dangerous still,
Lest I like the Pellaean prince should be,
And weep for other worlds,having conquer'd thee:
When Love has taken all thou hast away,
His strength by too much riches will decay,
Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand,
Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand;
And I must needs, I’m sure, a loser be,
To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee.
Thy sweetness is so much within me plac'd,
That, should'st thou nectar give, 'twould spoil the
taste.
Beauty at first moves wonder and delight; .
'Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the sight.
W’ admire it whilst unknown; but after, more
Admire ourselves for liking it before.
Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
over-gorge himself with his own prey;
Of very hopes a surfeit he'll sustain,
Unless by fears he cast them up again:
His spirit and sweetness dangers keep alone;
lfonce he lose his sting, he grows a drone.

LOPE UNDISCO/WERED.

Some others may with safety tell The moderate flames which in them dwell; And either find some med'cine there, Or cure themselves ev'n by despair; My love's so great, that it might prove Dangerous to tell her that I love. So tender is my wound, it must not bear Any salute, though of the kindest air.

I would not have her know the pain, The torments, for her I sustain; Lest too much goodness make her throw Her love upon a fate too low. Forbid it, Heaven! my life should be Weigh’d with her least conveniency: No, let me perish rather with my grief, Than, to her disadvantage, find relief

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Isvain, thou drowsy god! I thee invoke;
For thou, who dost from fumes arise—
Thou, who man's soul dost overshade
With a thick cloud by vapours made—
Canst have no power to shut his eyes,
Or passage of his spirits to choke,
Whose flame's so pure that it sends up no smoke.
Yet how do tears but from such vapours rise?
Tears, that bewinter all my year 2
The fate of Egypt I sustain,
And never feel the dew of rain,
From clouds which in the head appear;
But all my too much moisture owe
To overflowings of the heart below.

Thou, who dost men (as nights to colours do)
Bring all to an equality!
Come, thou just godl and equal me
Awhile to my disdainful She:
In that condition let me lie,
Till Love does me the favour shew:
Love equals all a better way than you.

Then never more shalt thou b'invok'd by me;
Watchful as spirits and gods I’ll prove:
Let her but grant, and then will I
Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;
For, betwixt thee and them that love,
Never will an agreement be;
Thou scorn'st th’ unhappy, and the happy,thee!

BEAUTY.

Beauty: thou wild fantastic ape,
Who dost in every country change thy shape!

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