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HOP

Whilft thy sole rhetoric shall be
Joincure" and jewels,” and “ our friends

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Poro' your friends, that doat and domineer;

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?

AGAINST HOPE.

FOR HOPE.
OPE! of all ills that men endure,

The only cheap and universal cure!
Thou captive's freedom, and thou fick man's

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!
Whilst thee, her earnett-money, we retain,

We certain are to gain,
Whether fe 'her bargain break, or else fulfil;
Thou only good, not worse for ending ill!

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!
Only the future 's thine, the present his!

Thine's the more hard and noble bliss :
Best apprehender of our joys! which haft
So long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast!

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.

HOPE

whofe weak being ruin'd is,
Alike, if it sur ceed, and if it miss;
Whom god or ill does equally confound,
Ard both the horns of Fate's dilemma wound:

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.

LOVE'S INGRATITUDE.
I Lumen For thought, thou fund ingrateful fin!

And gave thee but a part
In my unwary heart,

That thou would't e'er have grown
So false or strong to make it all thine own.
At mine own breast with care I fed thee still,

Letting thee suck thy fill ;
And daintily I nourish'd thee
With idle thoughts and poetry!

What ill returns dost thou allow -
I fed thee then, and thou doft starve me now.
There was a time when thou wast cold and

chill,
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Into my bosom did I take
This frozen and benumbed snake,
Not fearing from it any harm

ENJOYMENT. *HEN like some wealthy island thou shalt lie,

But nove ficarilings that breaker which made it

warm.

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,
In love there 's none too much an Epicure :

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;

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Thou, who man's foul dost overshade

With a thick cloud by vapours nade-
Canst have no power to fhut his eyes,

Or passage of his spirits to choke,
Whofe flame's so pure that it sends up no smoke.
Yet how do tears but from some vapours rise ?

Tears, that bewinter all my year?

The fate of Egypt I sustain,

And never feel the dew of rain,
From clouds which in the head appear;

But all my too much moisture owe
To overflowings of the heart below.
Thou, who doft men (as nights to colours do)

Bring all to an cquality!

Come, thou juft God! and equal me

Awhile to my disdainful She:
In that condition let me lie,

Till Love docs me the favour thew:
Love equals all a better way than you.

You may in vulgar loves find always this;

But my substantial love
Of a more firm and perfect nature is;

No weathers can it move :
Though heat dissolve the ice again,
The crylal solid does remain.

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

fly!
Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;
For, betwixt thee and them that love,

In vain the men of learning comfort me,
Never will an agreement be;

And say I'm in a warm degree;
Thou scorn't th’unhappy, and the happy, thee!

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,
BEAUTY.

I find to be but bears or foxes all.
EAUTY! thou wild fantastic ape,
Here black, there brown, here tawny, and there

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!
Beauty! Love's scene and masquerade,
So gay by well-plac'd lights and distance made;
Faile coin, with which th' importer cheats us still;
The stamp and colour good, but metal ill!

MY PICTURE.
Which light or bale we find, when we
Weigh by enjoyment, and examine thee!
For, though thy being be but show,

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,
Who dar'st not thine own home descry,

This will the substance, Ithe shadow, bc.
Pretending to dwell richly in the eye,
When thou, alas! dost in the fancy lic.

When from your well-wronght cabinet you

take it,

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;
When Sickness storms, or Time besieges thee!

For those are the first things that it will do.
Thou ’unwholefome thaw to frozen age!
Thou strong wine, which youth's fever dost Ty rival-image will be then thought blest,
enrage!

And laugh at mc as dispoilett;
Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man free!

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;

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Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound docs give,

THE DISTANCE,
So handsomely the thing contrive,
That she may gniltless of it live;
So perish, that her killing thee

And never stopp'd myself to rust;
May a chance-medley, and no murder, be.

But yet can thee o'ertak" no more

Than this day can the day that wont before.
"Tis nobler much for me, that I
By' her beauty, not her anger, dic:

In this our fortunes cqual prove
This will look justly, and become

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!
The censuring world will ne'er refrain
From judging men by thunder lain.

In vain, alas ! in vain I strive
She must be angry, fure, if I should be

The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
So bold to ask her to make me,

Since, if around it swif:lier fly,
By being her's happier than she!

She in it mends her pace as much as I.
I will not ; 'tis a milder fate
To fall by her not loving, than her hatc.

Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,

That there can never meet a pair!
And yet this death of mine, I fear,

Tamelier than worms are lovers llain;
Will ominous to her appear;

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.
Then thall the world my noble ruia see,

THE INCREASE.
Some pity and some envy me;
Then she herself, the mighty she,

I

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
Till to the top of numbers you amount,

As caft up my love's score.

Ten thousand millions was the sum;
THE MONOPOLY.

Millions of endless millions are to come.
HAT mines of fulphur in my breast do lie, I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow;
That feed th' eternal burnings of my heart !

Why should my love do fo?

A real cause at first did move ;
Not fina flames more fierce or constantly,
The sounding shop of Vulcan's smoky art :

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.
Here all those arrows' mortal heads are made,
That fly so thick unseen through yielding air;

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
I have the trouble, not the gains, of it :-

That Love's a motion natural to me.
Give me but the disposal of one dart,
And then (I'll ask no other benefit)
Heat as you please your furnace in my heart:

So sweet 's revenge to me, that I
l'pon my foe would gladly die.

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.
Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours Love's of a strangely open, simple kind,
So 'unjustly are diftributed,

Can no arts or disguise find,
They take the feathers, we the head. But thinks none sees it cause itself is blind.

WHAT

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The very eye betrays our inward smart;'

Study or action others may embrace;
Love of himself left there a part,

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;
But keep the secret wisely, yet,

Nor is your busy-seriousness
Like drunketiness, into the tongue 'twill get.

Less tribing than

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The wifest king, who from his sacred breast
Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best.

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LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING WITH,
HIS MISTRESS.

MY FATE.
THESE full two hours now have I gazing been,

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:
As with the blest converse he might, And, when thute falle to their od motions prove,
Yet could not get one drop of water by 't. Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love.
Ah wretch! I feen to touch her now; but oh,

The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate
What boundless spaces cio us part!

Does nothing tie more strong than me to you;
Tortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show, My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate,
My lowness, and her high defert :

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

love.

Me, mine exanple, let the Stoics use,
So travellers, that lose their way by night,

Their fad and cruel doetrine to maintain ;
If from afar they chance t'espy

Let all predestinators me produce,
Th' uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light, Who struggle with e:ernal bonds in vain :

Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh; This fire I'm born tobut 'tis the mult tell,
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain, Whether 't bc bcanis of heaven or flames of hell.

They fit them down, and weep in vain,
And there in darkness and despair remain.

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;
RESOLVED TO LOVE.

But study the astrology of her eyes.

If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
I
WONDER what the grave and wife
Think of all us that love;

What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;

I well believe the fate of mortal days
Whether our pretty fooleries
Thcir mirth or anger move ;

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?
Our fighs to them are insignificant.
One cf them saw me, th' other day,

Touch the dear hand which I admire ;
My soul was melting trait away,
And dropt before the fire :

THE HEART-BREAKING.
This filly wise-man, who pretends to know,
Ak'd why I look'd lu pale, and trembled fo?

T gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
IT

In vain it something would have spoke:
Another, from my mistress' door

The love within too strong for 't was,
Saw me with eyes all watery come;

Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
Nor could the hidden cause explore,

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,
He knew tears made by fnoke, but not by Aame. In all still liv'd, and still it stung in all.
If learn'd in other things you be,

And now, alas! each litrie broken part
And have in love no skill,

Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
For Gou's fake keep your arts from me,

And every sinallest corner still
For I'll be ignorant till:

Lives with that torment which the whole did kill.

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VOL II.

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