"Lo! all thefe trophies of affections hot,
"Of penfiv'd and fubdu'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 thefe, of force, muft your oblations be,
"Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
"O then advance of yours that phraseless hand, "Whofe white weighs down the airy scale of praise; "Take all these fimiles to 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 diftract parcels in combined fums.
"Lo! this device was fent me from a nun, "Or filter fanctified of holiest note,
"Which late her noble fuit in court did thun,
"Whose rarest havings made the bleffings dote; 235 "For fhe 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 fweet, what labour is't to leave
"The thing we have not, mastering what no
Playing the place which did no form receive,
"Playing patient fports in unconstrained gyves :
"She that her fame fo to herself contrives,
"The fears of battle fcapeth by the flight,
"And makes her abfence valiant, not her might.
"O pardon me, in that my boaft is true;
"The accident which brought me to her eye,
"Upon the moment did her force fubdue,
"And now he would the caged cloister fly :
Religious love put out religion's eye :
"Not to be tempted, would the be enmur'd,
"And now, to tempt all, liberty procur'd. ̧
"How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
"The broken bofoms that to me belong,
"Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
"And mine I pour your ocean all among :
"I ftrong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
"Must for your victory us all congeft,
"As compound love to phyfic your cold breast.
"c My parts had power to charm a facred fun,
"Who disciplin'd and dieted in grace,
"Believ'd her eyes when I the affail begun,
"All vows and confecrations giving place.
"O moft potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
"In thee hath neither fting, knot, nor confine,
"For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
"When thou impreffeft, what are precepts worth
"Of ftale example? When thou wilt inflame,
"How coldly thofe impediments ftand forth
"Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred fame ? 270 "Love's arms are peace, 'gainft rule, 'gainst sense, "'gainst shame.
"And fweetens, in the fuffering pangs it bears, "The aloes of all forces, fhocks, 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, "To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, "Lending foft audience to my sweet design, "And credent foul to that ftrong-bonded oath, "That shall prefer and undertake my
This faid, his watery eyes he did difmount,
Whofe fights till then were levell'd on my face;
Each cheek a river running from a fount
With brinifh current downward flow'd apace :
O how the channel to the ftream gave grace
Who, glaz'd with chryftal, gate the glowing rofes
That flame through water which their hue incloses.
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the fmall orb of one particular tear?
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breaft fo cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effect! cold modefty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!
For lo! his paffion, but an art of craft,
Even there refolv'd my reason into tears;
There my white ftole of chastity I daft,
Shook off my fober guards and civil fears,
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting; though our drops this difference bore,
His poifon'd me, and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of fubtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or fwooning palenefs; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptnefs as it beft deceives,
To blush at fpeeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and fwoon at tragic fhews.
That not a heart which in his level came,
Could 'fcape 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 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 fimple would not be fo lover'd? 315
Ah me! I fell, and yet do queftion make,
What I should do again for fuch a fake.
Oh! that infected moisture of his eye!
Oh that falle fire which in his cheek fo glow'd
Oh! that forc'd thunder, from his heart did fly! 320
Oh! that fad breath, his fpungy lungs bestow'd!
Oh! all that borrow'd motion feeming owed!
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid.
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