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See gentle brooks, how quietly they glide, For to my state the hopes of common peace, Killing the rugged banks on either side;

Which every wretch enjoys in death, must cease, While in their crystal streams at once they show, My worst of fates attend me in my grave, · And with them feed the flowers which they be- Since, dying, I must be no more your Nave.

ftow :
Though rudely throng'd by a too near embrace,
In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace
To the lov'd sea; for streams have their desires;
Cool as they are, they feel love's powerful fires,

WOMAN'S HONOUR. And with such passion, that if any force,

Stop or moleft them in their amorous course,
They swell, break down with rage, and ravage


OVE bid me hope, and I obey'd; The banks they kils'd, and flowers they fed be Phillis continued still unkind: fore.

Then you may e'en despair, he said, Submit then, Cælia, ere you be reduc'd,

In vain I strive to change her mind. For rebels, vanquish'd once, are vilely us'd.

II, Beauty's

's no more but the dead soil, which Love Manures, and does by wise commerce improve :

Honour's got in, and keeps her heart, Sailing by fighs, through seas of tears, he sends

Durst he but venture once abroad, Court hips from foreign hearts, for your own ends : In my own right I'd take your part, Cherish the trade, for as with Indians we

And shew myself a mightier god, Get gold and jewels, for our trumpery,

III. So to each other, for their useless toys,

This huffing Honour domineers
Lovers afford whole magazines of joys.

In breasts, where he alone has place :
But, if you're fond of baubles, be, and starve, But if true generous Love appears,
Your gewgaw reputation still preserve ;

The hector dares not thew his face.
Live upon modesty and empty fame,

IV. Foregoing sense for a fantastic name.

Let me still languish and complain,

Be most inhumanly deny'd:
I have some pleasure in my pain,

She can have none with all her pride,
ÆLIA, that faithful servant you disown,

I fall a sacrifice to Love,
But bright ideas, such as you inspirc,

She lives a wretch for Honour's fake, We can no more conceal than not admire.

Whose tyrant does most cruel prove,

The difference is not hard to make.
My heart at home in my own breast did dwell,
Like humble hermit in a peaceful cell :

Unknown and undisturb'd it refted there,

Consider Real Honour then,
Stranger alike to Hope and to Despair.

You'll find hers cannut be the same;
Now Love with a tumultuous train invades 'Tis noble confidence in men,
The sacred quiet of those hallow'd shades;

In women mean mistrnsful shamc,
His fatal flames shine out to every eye,
Like blazing comets in a winter sky.
How can my passion merit your offence,
That challenges so little recompence?
For I am ane born only to admire,

GRECIAN KINDNESS. Too humble e'er to hope, {carce to desire.

A thing, whose bliss depends upon your will,
Who would be proud you'd deign to use him ill.

Then give me leave to glory in ny chain,

'HE utmost grace the Greeks could shew, My fruitless fighs, and my unpity'd pain. È Let me but ever love, and ever be

Was with their arms to let them go, Th' example of your power and cruelty.

And leave their lingering wives behind. Since so much scorn does in your breast reside,

They beat the men, and burnt the towni Be more indulgent to its mother Pride.

Then all the baggage was their own.
Kill all you strike, and trample on their graves ;

But own the fates of your neglected Naves :
When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lies There the kind deity of wine
You give away the triumph of your eyes.

Kiss'd the soft wanton god of love ; Perhaps (obtaining this) you 'll think I find This clapp'd his wings, that press'd his vine; More mercy, than your anger has design'd:

And their besowers united move, But Love has carefully design'd for me,

While cach brave Greck embrac'd his punk, The last perfection of misery,

Lullid her allcep, and then grew drunky

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N age, in her embraces past,

Would feem a winter's day;
Where life and light, with envious hatte,
Are torn and snatch'd away.

But, ch! how slowly minutes roll,

When absent from her eyes;
That fed my love, which is my soul,
It languishes and dics.

For then, no more a foul but shade,

It mournfully does move ;
And haunts my breast, by absence made
The living tomb of love.

You wiser men despise me not ;

Whose love-fick fancy raves,
On shades of souls, and heaven knows what ;

Short ages live in graves.

Dear, from thine arms then let me fly,

That my fantastic mind may prove
The torments it deserves to try,
That tears my fix'd heart from my love.

When wearied with a world of woe

To thy fafe bosom I retire,
Where love and peace, and truth, does flor,
May I contented there expire!

IV. Lest, once more wandering from that heaven,

I fall on some base heart unbleft; Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven,

And lose my everlasting rest.

A S O N G.


Whene'er those wounding eyes, fo full

Of sweetness you did see,
Had you not been profoundly dull,
You had gone mad like me,

Nor censure us, you who perceive

My best-belov'd and me,
Sigh and lament, complain and grieve,
You think we disagree.

Alas! 'tis sacred jealousy,

Love rais'd to an extreme;
The only proof, 'twixt them and me,
We love, and do not dream.

Fantastic fancies fondly move,

And in frail joys believe :
Taking false pleasure for true love ;
But pain can ne'er deceive.

Kind jealous doubts, tormenting fears,

And anxious cares, when past,
Prove our heart's treasure fix'd and dear,

And make us bless'd at last.

1. PHIL HILLIS, be gentler, I advise,

Make up for time mis-spent, When beauty on its death-bed lies, 'Tis high time to repent.

Such is the malice of your fate,

That makes you old so soon; Your pleasare ever comes too late, How early e'er begun.

III. Think what a wretched thing is she,

Whofe stars contrive, in fpight, The morning of her love should be Her fading beauty's night.

IV. Then if, to make


ruin more, You'll peevishly be coy, Die with the scandal of a whore,

And never know the joy.

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Then ak me not, When I return? The straying fool 't will plainly kill, * To with all day, all night to inourn.

So sweet a face, so soft a heart,

Such eyes so very kind, Betray, alas! the filly art

Virtuc had ill delgad,

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1. this moment a rebel, I throw down my

arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright

charms : Made proud and secure by such forces as these, You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.

When innocence, beauty, and wit, do conspire
To betray, and engage, and inflame my delire;
Why should I decline what I cannot aroid,
And let pleasing hope by base fear be destroy'd ?

Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me,
Her beauty's inclin'd, or why should it pursue me?
And wit has to pleasure been ever a friend;
Then what room for despair, lince delight is Love's
end ?

IV. There can be no danger in sweetness and youth, Where love is secur'd by good-nature and truth. On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleasure complain; While every kind look adds a link to my chain.

V. 'Tis more to maintain, than it was to surprize, But her wit leads in triumph the slave of her eyes: I beheld, with the loss of my freedom before; But, hearing, for ever must serve and adore.

VI. Too bright is my goddess, her temple too weak: Retire, divine image ! 'I feel my heart break. Help, Love; I dissolve in a rapture of charms, At the thought of those joys I should meet in her

1. LL my past life is mine no more,

The flying hours are gone :
Like transitory dreams given o’tr,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not ;

How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot ;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phillis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,

False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,

'Tis all that heaven allows.

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'T'Sr being hours, and yours alone :


To see a wretch pursuing, In raptures of a blefs’d amaze,

His pleasing happy ruin : Tis not for pity that I move;

His face is too aspiring,
Whose heart, broke with a load of love,
Dies wishing and admiring.

But if this murder you'd forego,

Your flave from death removing;
Let me your art of charming know,

Or learn yon mine of loving. But, whether life or death betide,

In love 'tis equal measure; The victor lives with empty pride, • The vanquish'd dię with pleasure.

But with what face can I incline
To damn you to be only mine :
You, whom some kinder power did fashion,
By merit, and by inclination,
The joy at least of a whole nation ?

Let mcaner spirits of your sex,
With humble aims their thoughts perplex :
And boast, if, by their arts, they can
Contrive to make one happy man.
While, mov'd by an impartial sense,
Favours, like Nature, you dispense,
With universal influence.




She fainting spoke, and trembling lay,

For fear he should comply;
Her lovely eyes her heart betray,
And give her tongue the lyc.

Thus she, who princes had deny'd,

With all their pomp and train,
Was in the lucky minute try'd,

And yielded to a {wain.

L. VULCAN ULCAN, contrive me such a cup

As Neftor us'd of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask it round with gold.

Make it fo large, that, filld with fack

Up to the swelling brim,
Vast toasts on the delicious lake,
Like lips at sea, may swim.

Engrave not battle on his check ;

With war I've nought to do; I'm none of those that took Mæstrick, Nor Yarmouth leaguer knew,

IV. Let it no name of planets tell,

Fix'd stars, or constellations : For I am no Sir Sidrophel,

Nor none of his relations.

A S O N G.

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VIVE me leave to rail at you,
To call you false, and then to fay
You shall not keep my heart a day:
But, alas! against my will,
I must be your captive still.
Ah! be kinder then; for I
Cannot change, and would not die.

Kindness has refiftless charms,
All besides but weakly move,
Fierceft anger it difarms,
And clips the wings of flying love.
Beauty does the heart invade,
Kindness only can persuade ;
It gilds the lover's servile chain,
And makes the slaves grow pleas'd again.

But carve thereon a spreading vine ;

Then add two lovely boys; Their limbs in amorous folds intwine, The type of future joys.

VI. Cupid and Bacchus my faints are.

May drink and love still reign! With wine I wash away my cares,

And then to Love again.



A S O N G.



s Chloris full of harmless thoughts

Beneath a willow lay,
Kind Love a youthful shepherd brought,
To pass the time away.

She blush'd to be encounter'd fo,

And chid the amorous swain;
But, as shc strove to rise and go,
He pull'd her down again.

A sudden passion seiz'd her heart,

In spight of her disdain;
She found a pulse in every part,
And love in every vein.

Ah, youth! (said she) what charms are these,

That conquer and surprize?
Ah! let me-for, unleís you please,

I have no power to rise.

TOTHING adds to your fond fire

More than scorn, and co!d disdain;
I, to cherish your desire,
Kindness us'd, but it was in vain.

II. You insisted on your flave,

Humble love you soon refus'd; Hope not then a power to have Which ingloriously you us'd.

Think not, Thyrfis, I will e'er

By my love my empire lose;
You grow constant through despair,
Love return'd you would abuse.

Though you still possess my heart,

Scorn and rigour I must feign : Ah! forgive that only art

Love has left your love to gain.

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I Cannot change, as others do,

Though you unjustly scorn ;
Since that poor swain that fighs for you,

For you alone was born.
No, Phillis, no, your heart to move

A surer way I 'll try;
And, to revenge my slighted love,
Will ftill love on, will Itill love on, and die.

When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies,

And you to mind shall call
The fighs that now unpity'd rise,

The tears that vainly fall :
That welcome hour that ends this smart,

Will then begin your pain ;
For fuch a faithful tender heart

Can never break, can never brcak in vain.

VLOE, by your command in verse I write;
Such talents better with our sex agree,
Than lofty Alights of dangerous poetry.
Among the men, I mean the men of wit,
(At lealt they pass’d for such before they.writ)
How many

bold adventurers for the bays,
Proudly designing large returns of praise;
Who durst that stormy pathless world explore,
Where soon dash'd back, and wreck'd on the dull

Broke of that little stock they had before !
How would a woman's tottering barque be tost,
Where stoutest ships (the men of wit) are loft!
When I reflect on this, I fraight grow wife,
And my own self I gravely thus advise :

Dear Artemisa! poetry's a snare;
Bedlam has many mansions, have a care;
Your Mufe diverts you, makes the reader sad;
You think yourself inspir’d, he thinks you mad.
Consider too, 'twill be discreetly done,
To make yourself the fiddle of the town.
To find th' ill-humour'd pleasure at their need:
Curs'd when you fail, and scorn'd when you luc-

Thus, like an arrant woman as I am,
No sooner well convinc'd writing 's a shame,
That Whore is scarce a more reproachful name
Than Poetess
Like men that marry, or like maids that woo,
Because 'tis th' very worst thing they can do :
Pleas'd with the contradiction and the fin,
Mcthinks I stand on thorns till I begin.

Y' expect to hear, at least, what love has past
In this lewd town, since you and I law last;
What change has happen'd of intrigues, and whe-

The old oncs last, and who and who's together.
But how, my deareft Cloe, should I set
My pen to write what I would fain forget!
Or name that lost thing Love, without a tear,
Since so debauchi'd by ill-bred customs here?
Love, the mott generous passion of the mind,
The lofteft refuge innocence can find;

A S O N G.


Y dear mistress has a heart

Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When, with love's resistlefs art,

And her eyes, she did endlave me. But her constancy's so weak,

She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day afunder.

II. Melting joys about her movc,

Killing pleafures, wounding blisses; She can dress her eyes in love,

And her lips can warm with kisses. Angels listen when shc speaks,

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break,

Should we live one day afunder.

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