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Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
“ Of pensiv'd and subdu'd desires the tender,
“ Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not,
“ But yield them up where I myself mult render,
“ That is, to you, my origin and ender;
“ For these, of force, must your oblations be,
6. Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
“O then advance of yours that phraseless hand, 225
“Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise ;
“ Take all these fimiles to your own command,
“ Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;
“ What me your minister, for you obeys,
“ Works under you; and to your audit comes 23
“ Their distract parcels in combined lums.
" Lo! this device was sent me from a nun,
“ Or sitter fanctified of holiest note,
“ Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
" Whose rarest havings made the blessings dote; 235
“ For she was fought by spirits 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, mastering what no
" Itrives?

“ Playing the place which did no form receive,
“ Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves :
“ She that her fame so to herself contrives,
“ The scars of battle scapeth by the flight, 244
“ 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 fubdue,
“ And now she would the caged cloister fly:
“ Religious love put out religion's eye :

259 5 Not to be tempted, would she be enmurd, "And now, to tempt all, liberty procur’d.

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“ How mighty then you are, O hear me tell !
66 The broken bosoms that to me belong,
“ Have emptied all their fountains in my

well, 255 " And mine I pour your ocean all among : “ I trong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, “ Must for your victory us all congelt, As compound love to physic your cold breast. My parts


power to charm a sacred fun, 260 " Who disciplin'd and dieted in grace, “ Believ'd her eyes when I the assail begun, “ All vows and consecrations giving place. “ O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space, “ In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,

265 “ For thou art all, and all things else are thine. “ When thou impresselt, what are precepts worth “ Of Itale example? When thou wilt inflame, “ How coldly those impediments stand forth « Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred fame? 270 Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst fenfe,

“ 'gainst shame. " And sweetens, in the suffering pangs 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 fupplicant their fighs to you extend, 276 “ To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, " Lending soft audience to my sweet delign, “ And credent foul to that strong-bonded oath, “ That shall prefer and undertake my


280 This faid, his watery eyes he did dismount, Whose fights till then were levellidon my face; Each cheek a river running from a fount With brinith current downward flow'd

apace : how the Channel to the stream gave grace 285 Who, glaz'd with chryftal, gate the glowing roses That flame through water which their bue incloses.



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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 brealt so cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effe&t! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire froin hence and chill extincture hath!
For lo! his passion, but an art of craft,

Even there resolv'd my reason into tears ;


white stole of chastity I daft,
Shook off my sober guards and civil fears,
Appear to him, as he to me appears,

All melting ; though our drops this difference bore,
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or swooning paleneis ; 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 Mews.
That not a heart which in his level came,
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim, 305
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 would exclaim
When he most burnt in heart-wish'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity. 310
Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd,
That the unexperienced gave the temper place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd :
Who young and simple would not be so lover'd ? 315
Ah me! I fell, and yet do question make,
What I should do again for such a fake.
Oh! that infected moisture of his eye !
Oh that falle fire which in his cheek so glow'd

Oh! that forc'd thunder, from his heart did fly! 320
Oh! that fad breath, his {pungy lungs bestow'd!
Oh! all that borrow'd motion leeming owed !
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid.


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