Me bleft for this let no man hold; What do I feek, alas! or why do I But to torment men, not to give them blifs. Swiftly his daily journey he goes, At once, with double courfe in the fame fphere, When Soul does to myself refer, 'Tis then my life, and does but flowly move; But when it does relate to her, It fwiftly flies, and then is Love. Love's my diurnal course, divided right 'Twixt hope and fear-my day and night. ALL-OVER LOVE. IS well, 'tis well with them, fay I, "There fhort liv'd paflions with themselves can die; For none can be unhappy, who, 'Midft all his ills, a time does know (Though ne'er fo long) when he shall not be fo. Whatever parts of me remain, My' affection no more perish can Mix'd with another's fubftance be, 'Twill leaven that whole lump with love of thee. Let Nature, if fhe please, difperfe My atoms over all the universe: At the leaft they eafily fhall' For thy love, like a mark, is stamp'd on all. LOVE AND LIFE. NOW, fure, within this twelvemonth paft, l'ave lov'd at leaft fome twenty years or more: Th' account of Love runs much more fast Than that with which our life does fcore: So, though my life be short, yet I may prove The great Methufalem of Love. Not that Love's hours or minutes are Thin airy things extend themselves in space, Yet Love, alas! and Life, in me, O yes, there may; for fo the felf-fame fun ΤΑ AKE heed, take heed, thou lovely maid, Nor be by glittering ills betray'd: Thyfelf for money! oh, let no man know The price of beauty fall'n fo low! What dangers ought'it thou not to dread, When love, that's blind, is by blind Fortune led? The foolish Indian, that fells His precious gold for beads and bells, Docs a more wife and gainful traffic hold, Than thou, who fell'ft thyfelf for gold. What gains in such a bargain are ? He'll in thy mines dig better treasures far. Can gold, alas! with thee compare? The fun, that makes it, 's not fo fair; The fun, which can nor make nor ever fee A thing fo beautiful as thee, In all the journeys he does pafs, Though the fea ferv'd him for a looking-glafs. Bold was the wretch that cheapen'd thee; Since Magus, none fo bold as he: Thou'rt fo divine a thing, that thee to buy Is to be counted fimony; Too dear he'll find his fordid price If it be lawful thee to buy, But what on carth's most like to thee; So much thyfelf does in me live Which makes me of your hand afraid. Cordial of pity give me now, For I too weak for purgings grow. Do but awhile with patience stay (For counfel yet will do no good) Till time, and reft, and Heaven, allay The violent burnings of my blood; But ne'er to me can useful prove; Ev'n thy diffuafions me perfuade, For ftrait the traitor took their part: And by this new foe I'm bereft The act, I must confefs, was wife, made; And part o' th' triumph chofe to get, Rather than be a part of it. RESOLVED TO BE BELOVED. IS true, l'ave lov'd already three or four, Till I find one at last that shall love me. That ends my wanderings and my toil: It never more abroad fhall roam, Though 't could next voyage bring the Indics home. But I must sweat in love, and labour yet, They're flothful fools who leave a trade, To live perpetually upon; The perfon Love does to us fit, Like manna, has the taste of all in it. OR Heaven's fake, what d' you mean to do? Keep me, or let me go, one of the two; Youth and warm hours let me not idly lofe, The little time that Love does chufe: If always here I must not stay, Let me begone whilst yet 'tis day; Left I, faint and benighted, lofe my way. "Tis difmal, one fo long to love In vain; till to love more as vain must prove; To hunt fo long on nimble prey, till we Too weary to take others be: And waste our army thus in vain, At feveral hopes wifely to fly, Ought not to be efteem'd inconftancy; 'Tis more inconstant always to pursue A thing that always flies from you; When it does hardness meet, and pride, K But, if it aught that 's foft and yielding hit, I fhall be fure to give 't eternity. THE DISCOVERY, Y Heaven, I'll tell her boldly that 'tis fhe; B'Why should the atham'd or angry be, To be belov'd by me? The Gods may give their altars o'er; The lightning, which tall oaks oppofe in vain, Compar'd with her, all things fo worthless prove, That must create, or elfe must be alone. If there be man who think himself fo high, As to pretend equality, He deferves her lefs than I; For he would cheat for his relief; AGAINST FRUITION. No; thou're a fool, I'll fwear, if c'er thou grant ; Much of my veneration thou must want, To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee. Beauty at first moves wonder and delight; 'Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the fight. We' admire it whilft unknown; but after, more I ove, like a greedy hawk, if we give way, S LOVE UNDISCOVERED. The moderate flames which in them dwell; So tender is my wound, it must not bear I would not have her know the pain, Forbid it, Heaven! my life fhould be Weigh'd with her leat conveniency: No, let me perifh rather with my grief, Than, to her difadvantage, find relief! Yet wher. I die, my laft breath fhall Grow bold, and plainly tell her all: Like covetous men, who ne'er defery Their dear bid-treasures till they die. Ah, faireft maid! how will it cheer My ghost, to get from thee a tear! But take heed; for if me thou pitieft then, Twenty to one but I fhall live again. THE GIVEN HEART. WONDER what thofe lovers mean, who fay They 'ave given their hearts away: Some good kind lover, tell me how ; For mine is but a torment to me now. If fo it be cnc place both hearts contain, For what do they complain? What courtesy can Love do more, Than to join hearts that parted were before? Woe to her ftubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felf-fame room; "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a granado fhot into' a magazine. Then fhall Love keep the afhes and torn parts Of both our broken-hearts; Shall out of both one new one make, Mine only will remain entire; EACH me to love! go teach thyfelf more wit; TEACH I chief profeffor am of it. Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, In tyrants' courts teach fupple flattery ; The God of Love, if fuch a thing there be, He who does boast that he has been I'll teach him a receipt, to make At which the fouls go out too with the breath : 'tis I Me times to come, I know it, fhall' To hear the wholefome doctrines of my Mufe; THE RESOLUTION. 'HE devil take thofe foolish men Who gave you first fuch powers; We stood on even grounds till then; If any odds creation made it ours. For fhame, let thefe weak chains be broke; Let's our flight bonds, like Samfon, tear; And nobly caft away that yoke, Which we nor our forefathers e'er could bear. French laws forbid the female reign; G THE WELCOME. O, let the fatted calf be kill'd; My prodigal 's come home at last, With noble refolutions fill'd, And fill'd with forrow for the past: No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his fwine, Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart! Welcome! I little thought, I'll fwear ('Tis now fo long fince we did part) Ever again to fee thee here: Dear wanderer! fince from me you fled, How often have I heard that thou wert dead! Haft thou not found each woman's breaft Or wild and uninhabited? Luft, the fcorching dog-ftar, here And, where thefe are temperate known, When once or twice you chanc'd to view Like China, it admitted you But to the frontier-part. From Paradife fhut for evermore, Well fare the pride, and the difdain, I ne'er had feen this heart again, My dove, but once let loofe, I doubt THE HEART FLED AGAIN. FALSE, for would it never leave me more? ALSE, foolish heart! didst thou not fay, Behold! again 'tis fled away, Fled as far from me as before. When neit er grief nor love prevail, Th' ingratefe Troj, hoift his fail: Aloud the call'd for him to ftay; The wind bore rim and her loft words away. The doleful Ariadne fo On the wide fhore forfaken ftood: "Falfe Thefeus, whither dost thou go?" Afa falfe Thefeus cut the flood. But Bacchus came to her relief; Bacchus himself 's too weak to ease my grief. Ah! fenfelef heart, to take no rest, But travel thus eternally! And to be fcorch'd in every eye! Wandering about like wretched Cain, Thruft-out, ill-us'd, by all, but by none flain! Well, fince thou wilt not here remain, WOMEN'S SUPERSTITION. R I'm a very dunce, or woman-kind Is a most unintelligible thing: OR I can no fenfe nor no contexture find, Before their mothers' Gods they fondly fall, THE SOUL. COME dull philofopher-when he hears me fay My foul is from me fled away, Nor has of late inform'd my body here, But in another's breaft does lie, "Abfurd!" and ask me how I live; ЕСНО. IR'D with the rough denials of my prayer, Trom that hard the whom I obey; I come, and find a nymph much gentler here, That gives confent to all I fay. Ah, gentle nymph! who lik ft fo well In hollow, folitary caves to dwell; Her heart being fuch, into it go, And do but once from thence answer me fo! Complaifant nymph! who doft thus kindly share In griefs whofe cause thou dost not know; Hadft thou but eyes, as well as tongue and car, How much compaffion wouldst thou fhow! Paint thee to her, as defcribe her to thee. Shapes by reflection fhapes beget; Does from her ftony breaft rebound, THE RICH RIVAL. HEY fay you're angry, and rant mightily, Honour's their Afhtaroth, and pride their Baal, Because I love the fame as you : The thundering Baal of woman-kind : But then, like men both covetous and devout, Alas! you're very rich, 'tis true; But, pr'ythee, fool! what's that to Love and me? You 'ave land and money, let that ferve; And know you'ave more by that than you deserve. When next I fce my fair-one, fhe fhall know How worthless thou art of her bed; And, wretch! I'll ftrike thee dumb and dead, With noble verse not understood by you. |