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And lo! behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously empleach’d,
I have receiv'd from many a several fair ;
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech’d,
With th' annexions of fair gems inrich'd;
And deep-brain'd sonnets, that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth and quality :
The diamond! why 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invis'd properties did tend :
The deep green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak fights their fickly radiance do amend :

The heaven-hued saphyr, and the ophal blend
With objects manifold; each several stone,
With wit well blazon'd, smil'd, or made some moan.
Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
Of penfiv'd and subdu'd defires, the tender;
Nature hath charg'd me, that I hoard them not,
But yield them up, where I myself must render;
That is, to you my origin and ender.
For these of force must your oblations be
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
O! then advance of yours) that phraseless hand,
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise !
Take all these fimiles unto your own command,
Hallow'd with fighs, that burning lungs did raise;
What me your minister for you obeys,
Works under you, and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels, incombined sums.
Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,
Or fifter fanctify'd, of holiest note,
Which late her noble suit in court did shun;
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms doat,
For she was fought by fpirits of richest coat,
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove,
To spend her living in eternal love.

But O! my sweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, mast’ring what not strives?
Playing the place which did no form receive;
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gives !
She that her fame so to herself contrives,
The scars of battle scapeth, by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
O! pardon me, in that my boast is true;
The accident which brought me to her eye,
Upon the moment did her force subdue,
And now she would the caged cloister Ay;
Religious love put out religious eye:
Not to be tempted, would she be immur'd;
And now to tempt, all liberty procur’d.
How mighty then you are, hear me tell !
The broken bosoms that to me belong,
Have empty'd all their fountains in my well;
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
1 strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your victory us all congeft,
As compound love to physick your cold breast.
My parts had power to charm a sacred sun;
Tho disciplin'd, I dieted in grace,
Believ'd her eyes, when they t' assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place.
O! most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither string, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
When thou imprefleft, what are precepts worth,
Of stale example? When thou wilt enflame,
How coidly those impediments stand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame?
Love's arms are peace,'gainst rule,'gainst sense,'gainst


And sweetness in the suffering pang it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
Now all these hearts, that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
And supplicant, their fighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design;
And credent foul to that strong bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.
This said, his watry eyes he did dismount,
Whose sights till then were level'd on my face,
Each cheek a river running from a fount,
With brinish current downward Aow'd apace.
Oh! how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Who glaz’d with crystal gate the glowing roses,
That Aame thro’ water which their hue incloses.
Oh ! father! what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear !
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breaft so cold, that is not warmed here?
Oh! cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath!
Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath.
For lo! his passion but an art of craft,
Even there resolv'd my reason into tears ;
There my white stole of chastity I daft,
Shook off


sober guards, and civil fears, Appear to him, as he to me appears, All melting, tho' our drops this difference bore, His poison'd me and mine did him restore. In him a plenitude of subtil matter, Apply'd to cautless, all strange forms receives Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,

Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves
In either's aptness, as it best deceives :
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and swoon at tragic shows :
That not a heart, which in his level came
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Shewing fair nature is both wild and tame :
And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim;
Against the thing he fought, he wou'd exclaim;
When he most burnt in heart-wish'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.
Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd ;
That th' unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd :
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd?
Ah me! I fell: and yet do question make,
What I should do again for luch a fake.
Oh! that infected moisture of his eye!
Oh! that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd !
Oh! that forc'd thunder from his heart did Ay!
Oh! that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd !
Oh! all that borrow'd motion, seeming ow'd !
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid.

The Amorous Epiftle of Paris to Helen.

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Health unto Leda's daughter, Priam's son
Sends in these lines, whose health cannot be won
But by your gift, in whose power it may lie
Mo make me whole or fick; to live or die.
Shall I then speak? or doth my Aame appear
Plain without index? Oh ! 'tis that I fear!

My love without discovering smile takes place, And more than I could wish, shines in my face; When I could rather in my thoughts desire To hide the smoke, till time display the fire : Time, that can make the fire of love shine clear, Untroubled with the misty smoke of fear. But I diffemble it; for who, I pray, Can fire conceal ? that will itself betray, Yet if you look, I should affirm that plain In words, which in my countenance Ì maintain. I burn, I burn, my faults I have confessid, My words bear witness how my looks transgress’d. Oh! pardon me, that have confess'd my error, Caft not upon my lines a look of terror; But as your beauty is beyond compare, Suit unto that your looks (oh! you most fair!) That you my letter have receiv'd by this, The supposition glads me, and I wish, By hope encourag'd, hope that makes me strong, You will receive me in some sort ere long. I ask no more, than what the queen of beauty Hath promis'd me, for you are mine by duty. By her I claim you, you for me were made, And she it was my journey did persuade. Nor, lady, think your beauty vainly fought; I by divine instinct was hither brought : And to this enterprize the heavenly powers Have given consent, the gods proclaim me yours. I aim at wonders, for I covet you ; Yet pardon me, I ask but what's my due, Venus herself my journey hither led, And gives you freely to my promis'd bed. Under her conduct safe the seas I past, Till I arriv'd upon these coasts at last :

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