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Whilft thy sole rhetoric shall be
Lovers are better friends than they :
Let's those in other things obey; The Fates, and Stars, and Gods, must govern here.
Vain names of blood! in love let none Advise with ang blood, but with their own. 'Tis that which bids me this bright maid adore;
No other thought has had access !
Did th: now bag, I'd love no less, And, were the an empress, I should love no more ;
Were she as just and true to me, Ah, ample foul! what would become of thee?
The only cheap and universal cure!
health! Thou loser's vidory, and thou beggar's wealth!
Thou manna, which from heaven we eat,
To every taste a several meat ! 'Thou strong retreat! thou sure-entail'd estate, Which nought has power to alienate ! Thou pleasant, honest flatterer! for none Flatter unhappy men, but thou alone!
Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness! Thou gentle dawning of a bright success! Thou good preparative, without which our joy Does work too Itrong, and, whilst it cures, destroy!
Who out of Fortune's reach doth stand,
And art a blessing Itill in hand!
We certain are to gain,
Brother of Faith! 'twixt whom and thee The joys of heaven and earth divided be! Though Faith be heir, and have the fixt estate, Thy portion yet in moveables is great.
Happiness itself's all one
In thee, or in posfellion!
Thine's the more hard and noble bliss :
Hope! thou sad lovers' only friend! Thou Way, that may'st dispute it with the End! For Love, I fear, 's a fruit that does delight The taste itself less than the smell and light.
Fruition more deceitful is
Than thou canst be, when thou dost miss; Men leave thee by obtaining, and strait flee
Some other way again to thee; And that 's a pleasant country, without doubt, To which all foon return that travel out.
whofe weak being ruin'd is,
Vain 'fhadow! which doth vanish quite,
Both at fult noon and perfe&t night! The ftars have not a posibility
Of blefling thec; If things then from their end we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Hope! thou bold taster of delight, Who, whilft thou should'st but taite, devour'st it
quite : Thou bring'it us an estate, yet leav'st us poor, By clogging it with legacies before !
The joys which we entire should wed,
Come deflower'd virgins to our bed; Good fortunes without gain imported be,
Such mighty cultom's paid to thee. For joy, like wine, kept close does better taste; If it take air before, its spirits waste.
Hope! Fortune's cheating lottery! Where for one prize an hundred blanks there be; Fond archer, Hope! who tak’ít thy aim fo far, That ftill or short or wide thine arrows are !
Thin, empty cloud, which th' eye deccives
With shapes that our own fancy gives! A cloud, which gilt and painted now appears,
But mult drop presently in tears ! When thy false beams o'er Reason's light prevail, By Ignes Facui for North-Itars we fail.
Brother of Fear, more gayly clad! The merrier fool oth two, yet quite as mad: site of Repentance! child of sond Defire ! That blow'rt the chemics', and the lover's, fire,
Leading them ftill infenfibly' on
By the strange witchcraft of “ anon!" By thee the one does changing Nature, through
Her endless labyrinths, pursue; And th' other chaces' Woman, whilft she goes More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows.
And gave thee but a part
That thou would't e'er have grown
Letting thee suck thy fill ;
What ill returns dost thou allow -
Into my bosom did I take
ENJOYMENT. *HEN like some wealthy island thou shalt lie,
But nove ficarilings that breaker which made it
Thou, like fair Albion to the failors' fight, What cursed woed 's this Love! but one grain Spreading her beauteous bosom all in white;
Like the kind Ocean I will be, fow, And the whole field 'twill overgrow;
With loving arms for ever clasping thee. Strait will it choak up and devour
But I'll embrace thee gentlier far than so; Each wholesome herb and beauteous flower!
As their fresh banks soft rivers do : Nay, unless something soon I do,
Nor shall the proudeft planet boast a power "Twill kill, 1 fear, my very laurel tou.
Of making my full love to ebb one hour; But now all's gone-I now, alas! complain,
It never dry or low can prove, Declare, protest, and threat, in vain ;
Whilst thy unwasted fountain feeds my love. Since, by my own unforc'd confent, The traitor has my government,
Such heat and vigour shall our kisses bear, And is so settled in the throne,
As if like doves we 'engender'd there: That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine own.
No bound nor rule my pleasures shall endure,
Nought shall my hands or lips control;
I'll kiss thee through, I'll kiss thy very soul. THE FRAIL TY.
Yet nothing but the night our sports shall know;
Night, that 's both blind and silent too! KNOW 'tis sordid, and 'tis low
Alpheus found not a more secret trace, (All this as well as you I know)
His lor'd Sicanian fountain to embrace, Which I so hotly now pursue
Creeping so far beneath the fea, (I know all this as well as you);
Than I will do t'enjoy and feast on thce. But, whilst this cursed fich I bear, And all the weaknefs and the baseness there, Men, out of wisdom; women, out of pride, Alas! alas! it will be always so.
The pleasant thests of love do hide :
That may secure thee; but thou 'ast yet from me In vain, exceedingly in vain,
A more infallible security; I rage sometimes, and bite my chain;
For there's no danger I should tell Yet to what purpose do I bite
The joys which are to me unspeakable. With teeth which ne'er will break it quite ?
For, if the chiefest Christian Head Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted, What wonder is it if weak I be fiain?
SL E E P.
IN vain, thou d:owsy God! I thee invoke;
Thou, who man's foul dost overshade
With a thick cloud by vapours nade-
Or passage of his spirits to choke,
Tears, that bewinter all my year?
The fate of Egypt I sustain,
And never feel the dew of rain,
But all my too much moisture owe
Bring all to an cquality!
Come, thou juft God! and equal me
Awhile to my disdainful She:
Till Love docs me the favour thew:
You may in vulgar loves find always this;
But my substantial love
No weathers can it move :
Bi ho do te the very cofantego ceramice thy hape! Retura, return, gay planet of mine Falt,
Then never more shalt thou b’invok'd by me;
Ah, my fair star! faid l; Watchful as spirits and Gods I 'll prove : Ah, those blest lands to which bright Thou dost Let her but grant, and then will I
In vain the men of learning comfort me,
And say I'm in a warm degree;
Say what they please, I say and swear 'Tis beyond eighty' at least, if you 're not here It is, it is; I tremble with the frost,
And know that I the day have lost;
And those wild things which men they call,
I find to be but bears or foxes all.
Of all that shines thou much the best! white;
And, as thcu now descend'st to sea, Thou flatterer! which comply't with every fight!
More fair and fresh rise up from thence to me! Thou Babel, which confound't the eye Thou, who in many a propriety, With unintelligible variety!
So truly art the fun to me, Who haft no certain What, nor Where;
Add one more likeness (which I'm sure But vary'tt till, and doft thyself declare
you can) Ineonstant, as thy shc-professors are.
And let me and my sun beget a man!
For, when fronı you , 'Tis chiefly night which men to thee allow :
The next sun's rising will behold And chuse t'enjoy thee, when thou least art Thou.
Me pale, and lean, and old : Beauty! thou acive, paflive ill!
The man who did this picture draw, Which dy'st thyself as fast as thou dost kill !
Will swear next day my face he never faw. Thea tulip, who thy stock in paint doft waste,
I really believe, within a while, Neither for physic good, nor Imell, nor taste.
If you upon this shado:v smile, Beauty! whole flames but meteors are,
Your presence will such vigour give Short-livid and low, though thou would'It seem
(Your presence, which makes all things live!) a star;
And absence so much alter me,
This will the substance, Ithe shadow, bc.
When from your well-wronght cabinet you
And your bright looks awake it, Beauty! whosc conquests still are made
Ah! be not frighted if you see O'er hearts by cowards kept, or cife betray'd;
The new.soul'd picture gaze on thee, Weak vidor! who thyseli destroy'd must be
And hear it breathe a ligh or two;
For those are the first things that it will do.
And laugh at mc as dispoilett;
But thou, who, (if I know thee right) Thou subtle thief, from whom nonght safe can be! l'th'substance doit not much delight, Thou murderer, which hast kill'd, ana devil, which Wilt rather send again for me, would'st damn me!
Who then thall but my picture's picture be.
HERE, talhemy likeness with you, whilft 'tis fo;
Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound docs give,
And never stopp'd myself to rust;
But yet can thee o'ertak" no more
Than this day can the day that wont before.
In this our fortunes cqual prove
To stars, which govern them above; An execution; that, a martyrdom.
Our stars, that move for ever round,
With the same distance ttill betwixt them found!
In vain, alas ! in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
Since, if around it swif:lier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.
Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers llain;
The wounded heart ne'er turns, to wound again. When, found in every other part, Her sacrifice is found without an heart;
For the last tempest of my death
Shall sigh out that too with my breath.
THOUGHT, I'll swear, I could have lor'a Shall grace my funerals with this truth;
Than I had done before; r 'Twas only Love destroy'd the gentle youth!”
But you as easily might account
As caft up my love's score.
Ten thousand millions was the sum;
Millions of endless millions are to come.
Why should my love do fo?
A real cause at first did move ;
But mine own fancy now drives on my love, Vulcan his shop has placed there,
With shadows from itself that flow. And Cupid's forge is set-up here.
My love, as we in numbers fee,
By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above 'The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade,
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove: Are Jealousy, Fear, Sadness, and Despair.
But are, since that beginning, found Ah, cruel God! and why to me
By their own forms to move for ever round.
All violent motions short do prove ; Gave you this curst monopoly?
But, by the length, 'tis plain to see
That Love's a motion natural to me.
So sweet 's revenge to me, that I
LOVE'S VISIBILITY. Deep into' her bosom would I ftrike the cart, TITH much of pain, and all the art I knew, Decper than woman e'er was ftruck by thee:
Have I endeavour'd hitherto Thou giv'it them small wounds, and so far from To hide my love, and yet all will not do. th' heart,
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she; They fiutter still about, inconstantly: Curse on thy goodness, whom we find
Though so discreet and good the be, Civil to none but woman-kind!
By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.
Men without love have oft so cunning grown, Vain God! who women dost thyself adore ! Their wounded hearts do ftill retain the powers
That something like it they have thown; To travel and to wander, as before :
But none who had it ever seem'd t' have none.
Can no arts or disguise find,
The very eye betrays our inward smart;'
Study or action others may embrace;
My love 's my business, and my books her lice. When thorough it he pait into the heart.
These are but trifles, I confess, orr. Or if by chance the face betray not it,
Which me, weak mortal! move;
Nor is your busy-seriousness
Less tribing than
Gobi which wich trembling reverence it does
LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING WITH,
his dear To look on heaven with mighty gulfs between
bend; Was the great miser's greatest pain ;
Go bid the stones a journey upwards make; So bear was he to heaven's delight,
Go bid th' ambiticus flame no more ascend:
The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate
Does nothing tie more strong than me to you;
But will be fill the same, whace'er you do : But there might conquerable prove;
You cannot kill my love with your disdain ; Nothing does me so far remove,
Wound it you may, and make it iive in pair. Asher hard soul's aversion from my
Me, mine exanple, let the Stoics use,
Their fad and cruel doetrine to maintain ;
Let all predestinators me produce,
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh; This fire I'm born tobut 'tis the mult tell,
They fit them down, and weep in vain,
You, who men's fortunes in their faces read,
To find out minc, look not, alas! on me; But mark her face, and all the features heed;
For only there is writ my destiny :
Or, if stars Thew it, gaze not on the skies;
But study the astrology of her eyes.
If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;
I well believe the fate of mortal days
Is writ in heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. They understand not breath that words does want; Two great lights rule the world, and her two me.
What can men learn from stars they scarce can see?
Touch the dear hand which I admire ;
T gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
I thought that this fome remedy might prove; But thought some smoke was in the room :
But oh, the mighty ferpent Love, Such ignorance from unwounded learning came;
Cut by this chance in pieces small,
And now, alas! each litrie broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
And every sinallest corner still
Lives with that torment which the whole did kill.