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Before their mothers' gods they fondly fall,

Vain idol-gods, that have no sense nor mind :
Honour 's their Ashtaroth, and Pride their Baal, They say you're angry, and rant mightily,

Because I love the same as you :
The thundering Baal of woman-kind;
With twenty other devils more,

Alas ! you're very rich, 'tis true;
Which they, as we do them, adore.

But, pr'ythee, fool ! what's that to love and me?

You ’ave land and money, let that se. ve; But then, like men both covetous and devout, And know you'ave niore by that than you deserve. Their costly superstition loth t' omitAnd yet more loth to issue monies out,

When next I see my fair-one, she shall know At their own charge to furnish it

How worthless thou art of her bed; To these expensive deities

And, wretch! I'll strike thee dumb and dead, The hearts of men they sacrifice.

With noble verse not understood by you;

Whilst thy sole rhetoric shall be “Jointure" and "jewels,” and “ our friends



your friends, that doat and domineer; Lovers are better friends than they ;

Let's those in other things obcy; Sone dull philosopher--when he hears me say The fates, and stars, and gods, must govern My soul is from me fled away,

here. Nor has of late inform'd my body here,

Vain names of blond ! in love let none
But in another's breast does lie,

Advise with any blood, but with their own.
That neither is, nor will be, I,
As a form servient and assisting there-

"Tis that which bids me this bright maid adore ;

No other thought has had access! Will cry, “ Absurd !” and ask me how I live; Did she now beg, I'd love no less, And syllogisms against it give.

And, were she an empress, I should love no more ; A curse on all your vain philosophies,

Were she as just and true to me, Which on weak Nature's law depend,

Ah, simple soul! what would become of thee And know not how to comprehend Love and religion, those great mysteries ! Her body is my soul; laugh not at this, For by my life I swear it is.

AGAINST HOPE. 'Tis that preserves my being and my breath; From that proceeds all that I do,

Hope! whose weak being ruin'd is, Nay all my thoughts and speeches too ;

Alike, if it succeed, and if it miss;
And separation from it is my death,

Whom good or ill does equally confound,
And both the horns of Fate's dilemma wound:

Vain shadow! which does vanish quito,

Both at full noon and perfect night!

The stars have not a possibility

Of blessing thee; Tir'd with the rough denials of my prayer,

If things then from their end we happy call, From that hard she whom I obey ;

'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all, I come, and find a nymph much gentler here, Hope ! thou bold taster of delight, That gives consent to all I say.

Who, whilst thou should'st but taste, devour'st Ah, gentle nymph! who lik’st so well

it quite! In hollow, solitary caves to dwell;

Thou bring'st us an estate, yet leav'st us poor, Her heart being such, into it go,

By clogging it with legacies before ! And do but once from thence answer me so !

The joys which we entire should wcd, Complaisant nymph! who dost thus kindly Good fortunes without gain imported be,

Come deflower'd virgins to our bed; share In griefs whose cause thou dost not know;

Such mighty custom's paid to thee. Hadst thou but eyes, as well as tongue and car,

For joy, like wine, kept close does better taste; How much compassion would'st thou show! If it take air before, its spirits waste. Thy flame, whilst living, or a flower,

Hope ! Fortune's cheating lottery ! Was of less beauty, and less ravishing power. Where for one prize an hundred banks there be; Alas ! I might as easily

Fond archer, Hope! who tak'st thy aiin so far, Paint thee to her, as describe her to thee. That still or short or wide thine arrows are ! By repercussion beams engender fire ;

Thin, empty cloud, which th' eye deceives Shapes by reflection shapes beget;

With shapes that our own fancy gives ! The voice itself, when stopt, does back retire,

A cloud, which gilt and painted now appears, And a new voice is made by it.

But must drop presently in tears! Thus things by opposition

When thy false beams o'er Reason's light prerail, The gainers grow; my barren love alone

By ignes fatui for north-stars we sail. Does from her stony breast rebound,

Brother of Fear, more gayly clad ! Producing neither image, fire, nor sound. The merrier fool o'th' two, yet quite as mad:


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Sire of Repentance! child of fond Desire! What ill returns dost thou’allow!
That blow'st the chymics', and the lovers', fire, I fed thee then, and thou dost starve me now,
Leading thein still insensibly' on

There was a time when thou wast cold and chill, By the strange witchcraft of “anon !!

Nor hadst the power of doing ill; By thee the one does changing Nature, through

Into my bosom did I take Her endless labyrinths, pursue ;

This frozen and benumbed snake, And th' other chases woman, whilst she goes

Not fearing from it any harm;
More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows.

But now it stings that breast which made it warm.
What cursed weed's this Love! but one grain sow,

And the whole seld 'twill overgrow;

Straight will it choak up and devour
Hope! of all ills that men endure,

Each wholesome herb and beauteous flower ! The only cheap and universal cure! [health!

Nay, unless something soon I do,
Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's 'Twill kill, I fear, my very laurel too.
Thou loser's victory, and thou beggar's wealth! But now all's gone-I now, alas! complain,

Thou manna, which from Heaven we eat, Declare, protest, and threat, in vain;
To every taste a several meat!

Since, by my own 'inforc'd consent,
Thou strong retreat! thou sure-entail'd estate, The traitor has my government,
Which nought has power to alienate!

And is so settled in the throne, Thou pleasant, honest flatterer! for none That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine own. Flatter unhappy inen, 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 strong, and, whilst it cures, de- I know 'tis sordid, and 'tis low,

(All this as well as you I know) Who out of Portune's reach dost stand,

Which I so hotly now pursue, And art a blessing still in hand !

(I know all this as well as you) Wbilst thee, her earnest-money, we retain,

But, whilst this cursed flesh I bear,
We certaiu are to gain,

And all the weakness and the baseness there, Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfil;

Alas! alas! it will be always so.
Thou only good, not worse for ending ill!

In vain, exceedingly in vain,
Brother of Faith! 'twixt whom and thee I rage sometimes, and bite my chain;
The joys of Heaven and Earth divided be!

Yet to what purpose do I bite
Though Faith be heir, and have the fixt estate,

With teeth which ne'er will break it quite ? Thy portion yet in moveables is great.

For, if the chiefest Christian head
Happiness itself's all one

Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted,
In thee, or in possession !

What wonder is it if weak I be slain ?
Only the future's thine, the present his !

Thine's the more hard and noble bliss : Best apprehender of our joys! which hast

So long a reach, and yet canst hold so fast !

As water fluid is, till it do grow
Hope! thou sad lovers' only friend !
Thou Way, that may'st dispute it with the End !

Solid and fixt by cold;
For love, I fear, 's a fruit that does delight

So in warm seasons Love does loosely now; The taste itself less than the smell and sight.

Frost only can it hold :
Fruition more deceitful is

A woman's rigour and disrlain
Than thou canst be, when thou dost miss;

Does his swift course restrain.
Men leave thee by obtaining, and straight flee Though constant and consistent now it be,
Some other way again to thee;

Yet, when kind beams appear,
And that's a pleasant country, without doubt, It melts, and glides apace into the sea,
To which all soon return that travel out.

And loses itself there.
So the Sun's amorous play

Kisses the ice away.

You may in vulgar loves find always this:

But my substantial love
I little thought, thou fond ingrateful sin! Of a more firm and perfect nature is ;
When first I let thee in,

No weathers can it move :
And gave thee but a part

Though heat dissolve the ice again,
In my unwary hea.i,

The crystal solid does remain.
That thou would'st e'er hare grown
So false or strpeg to make it all thine own.
At mine own breast with care I fed thee still,

Letti thee suck thy fill;
And daintily I nourish'd thee

Then like some wealthy island thou shalt lie, With idle thoughts and poetry!

And like the sea about it, I;

Thou, like fair Albion to the sailor's sight, Here black, there br Jan, here tawny, and there Spreading her beauteous bosom all in white;

white; Like the kind Ocean I will be,

Thou flatterer! which comply'st with every sight! With loving arms for ever clasping thee.

Thou Babel, which confound'st the eye But I'll embrace thee gentlier far than so;

With unintelligible variety!
As their fresh banks soft rivers do :

Who hast no certain what, nor where; Nor shall the proudest planet boast a power

But vary'st still, and dost thyself declare
Of making my full love to ebb one hour;

Inconstant, as thy she-professors are.
It never dry or low can prove,

Beauty ! Love's scene and masquerade, Whilst thy unwasted fountain feeds my love. So gay by well-plac'd lights and distance made; Such heat and vigour shall our kisses bear,

False coin, with which th'impostor cheats us still ; As if like doves w engender'd there:

The stamp and colour good, but metal ill ! No bound nor rule my pleasures shall endure,

Which light or base we find, when we
In love there's none too much an epicure:

Weigh by enjoyment, and examine thee!
Nought shall my hands or lips control;

For, though thy being be but show,
I'll kiss thee through, I'll kiss thy very soul.

'Tis chiefly night which men to thee allow :

And chuse t'enjoy thee, when thou least art Thou. Yet nothing but the Night our sports shall know; Night, that's both blind and silent too!

Beauty! thou active, passive ill ! Alpheus fuund not a more secret trace,

Which dy'st thyself as fast as thou dost kill! His lor'd Sicanian fountain to embrace,

Thou tulip, wbo thy stock in paint dost waste, Creeping so far beneath the sea,

Neither for physic good, nor smell, nor taste. Than I will do t'enjoy and feast on thee.

Beauty! whose flames but meteors are,'

Short-liv'd and low, though thou would'st seem Men, out of wisdom; women, out of pride,

a star;
The pleasant thefts of love do hide:

Who dar’st not thine own home descry,
That may secure thee; but thou 'ast yet from me Pretending to dwell richly in the eye,
A more infallible security;

When thou, alas ! dost in the fancy lie.
For there's no danger I should tell
The joys which are to me unspeakable,

Beauty! whose conquests still are made
O'er hearts by cowards kept, or else betray'd;
Weak victor! who thyself destroy'd must be

When Sickness storms, or Time besieges thee! SLEEP.

Thou unwholesome thaw to frozen age ! In vain, thou drowsy god! I thee invoke;

Thou strong wine, which youth's fever dost en For thou, who dost from fumes arise

rage! Thou, who man's soul dost overshade

Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man free! With a thick cloud by vapours made

Thou subtle thicf, from whom nought safe can be ! Canst have no power to shut his eyes,

Thou murderer, which hast kill'd, and devil, which

would'st damn me!
Or passage of his spirits to choke,
Whose flame's so pure that it sends up no smoke.
Yet how do tears but from such vapours rise ?
Tears, that bewinter all my year?

The fate of Egypt I sustain,
And never feel the dew of rain,

As men in Greenland left beheld the Sun
From clouds which in the head appear;

From their horizon run,
But all my too much moisture owe

And thought upon the sad half-year
To overflowings of the heart below.

Of cold and darkness they must suffer there i Thou, who dost men (as nights to colours do) So on my parting mistress did I look; Bring all to an equality!

With such swoln eyes my farewell took :
Come, thou just god! and equal me

Ah, my fair star! said I;
Awhile to my disdainful She:

Ah, those blest lands to which bright Thou dost
In that condition let me lie,

fly! 1111 Love does me the favour shew:

In vain the men of leaming comfort me,
Love equals all a better way than you.

And say I'm in a warm degree;
Then never more shalt thou b'invok'd by me; Say what they please, I say and swear

Watchful as spirits and gods l'il prore: 'Tis beyond eighty at least, if you 're not here.

Let her but grant, and then will I
Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;

It is, it is; I tremble with the frost,
For, betwixt thee and them that love,

And know that I the day hare lost;

And those wild things which men they call, Never will an agreement be; - Thou scorn’st th’unhappy, and the happy,thee! I find to be but bears or foxes all.

Return, return, gay planet of mine East,

Of all that shines thon much the best!

And, as thou now descend'st to sea,

More fair and fresh rise up from thence to me I BFAUTY! thon wild fantastic ape,

Thou, who in many a propriety, Who dost in every country change thy shape! So truly art the Sun to me,


Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you | Then shall the world my noble ruin sec, can)

Some pity and some envy me; And let me and my sun beget a man!

Then she herself, the mighty she,

Shall grace my funerals with this truth; “ 'Twas only love destroy'd the gentle youth 14


THE MONOPOLY. Here, take my likeness with you, whilst ’tis so ;

W, For, when from hence you go,

hat mines of sulphur in my breast do lic, The next Sun's rising will behold

That feed th'eternal burnings of my heart !

Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly,
Me pale, and lean, and old:
The man who did this picture draw,

The sounding shop of Vulcan's smoky art:
Will swear next day my face he never saw,

Vulcan his shop has placed there.

And Cupid's forge is set-up here.
I really believe, within a while,
If you upon this shadow smile,

Here all those arrows' mortal heads are made, Your presence will such vigour give,

That fly so thick unseen through yielding air ; (Your presence, which makes all things The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade, live!)

Are Jealousy, Fear, Sadness, and Despair,
And absence so much alter me,

Ah, cruel god! and why to me
This will the substance, I the shadow, be.

Gave you this curs'd monopoly?
When from your well-wrought cabinet you take it, Give me but the disposal of one dart,

I have the trouble, not the gains, of it:-
And your bright looks awake it,
Ah ! be not frighted if you see

And then (I'll ask no other benefit)
The new-sould picture gaze on thee,

Heat as you please your furnace in my heart ;
And hear it breathe a sigh or two;

So sweet's revenge to me, that I For those are the first things that it will do.

Upon my foe would gladly die. My rival-image will be then thought blest,

Deep into her bosom would I strike the dart, And laugh at me as dispossest;

Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee; But thou, who (if I know thee right)

Thou giv'st them small wounds, and so far from ľth'substance dost not much delight,

Wilt rather send again for me,

They flutter still about, inconstantly:
Who then shall but my picture's picture be.

Curse on thy goodness, whom we find

Civil to none but woman-kind !
Vain god! who women dost thyself adore !

Their wounded hearts do still retain the powers

To travel and to wander, as before:

Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours
No; to what purpose should I speak?

So unjustly are distributed,
No, wretched heart! swell till you break.

They take the feathers, we the head.
She cannot loye me if she would;
And, to say truth, 'twere pity that she should.
No; to the grave thy sorrows bear;

As silent as they will be there :
Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound does give,

I've followed thee a year, at least,
So handsomely the thing contrive,

And never stopp'd myself to rest;
That she may guiltless of it live;

But yet can thee o’ertake no more
So perish, that her killing thee

Than this day can the day that went before, May a chance-medley, and no murder, be.

In this our fortunes equal prove
'Tis nobler much for me, that I

To stars, which govern them above ;
By her beauty, not her anger, die:

Our stars, that move for ever round,
This will look justly, and become

With the same distance still betwixt them found, An execution; that a martyrdom.

In vain, alas! in vain I strive
The censuring world will ne'er refrain

The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
From judging men by thunder slain.

Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She must be angry, sure,
if I should be

She in it mends her pace as much as I.
So bold to ask her to make me,

Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,
By being her's, happier than she !
I will not ; 'tis a milder fate

That there can never meet a pair!

Tamelier than worms are lovers slain! To fall by her not loving, than her hate.

The wounded heart ne'er turns to wound again,
And yet this death of mine, I fear,
Will ominous to her appcar;
When, sound in every other part,

Her sacrifice is found without an heart;
For the last tempcst of my death

I thought, I'll swear, I could have lor'd no more
Shall sigh out that too with my breath.

Than I had done before ;

LOVE'S VISIBILITY...LOOKING ON HIS MISTRESS. 117 But you as easily might account,

RESOLVED TO LOVE. Till to the top of numbers you amount,

I wonder what the grave and wise As cast up my love's score.

Think of all us that love; Ten thousand millions was the sum; Whether our pretty fooleries Millions of endless millions are to come.

Their mirth or anger move: I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow ;

They understand not breath that words does wantį Why should my love do so ?

Our sighs to them are insignificant. A real cause at first did move;

One of them saw me, th' other day, But mine own fancy now drives on my love,

Touch the dear hand which I admires With shadows from itself that flow.

My soul was melting straight away, My love, as we in numbers see,

And drupt before the fire : By cyphers is increas'd eternally.

This silly wise-man, who pretends to know,
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above Ask'd why I look'd so pale, and trembled so ?

Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove; Another, from my mistress' door
But are, since that beginning, found

Saw me with eyes all wat’ry come;
By their own forms to move for ever round. Nor could the hidden cause explore,
All violent motions short do prove ;

But thought some smoke was in the room: But, by the length, 'tis plain to see

Such ignorance from unwounded learning came; That love's a motion natural to me.

He knew tears inade by smoke, but not by flame.

If learn'd in other things you be,

And have in love no skill,
WITH much of pain, and all the art I knew, For God's sake keep your arts from me,
Have I endeavour'd hitherto

For I'll be ignorant still:
To hide my love, and yet all will not do. Study or action others may embrace;
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she;

My love's my business, and my books her face. Though so discreet and good she be,

These are but trifles, I confess, By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.

Which me, weak mortal! move;

Nor is your busy seriousness Men without love have oft so cunning grown,

Less trifling than my

love : That something like it they have shown;

The wisest king, who from his sacred breast But none who had it ever seem'd t'have none.

Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best. Love's of a strangely open, simple kind, Can no arts or disguises find,

MY FATE. But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind.

Go bid the needle his dear North forsake, The very eye betrays our inward smart :

To which with trembling reverence it does Love of himself left there a part,

bend; When through it he past into the heart. Go bid the stones a journey upwards make; Or if by chance the face betray not it,

Go bid th’ambitious Aame no more ascend : But keep the secret wisely, yet,

And, when these false to their old motions prove, Like drunkenness, into the tongue 'twill get.

Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love.
The fast-link'd chain of ererlasting Fate

Does nothing tie more strong than me to you; LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSİNG My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate, WITH, AIS MISTRESS.

But will be still the same, whate'er you do: These full two hours now have I gazing been,

You cannot kill my love with your disdain: What comfort by it can I gain?

Wound it you may; and make it live in pain.
To look on Heaven with mighty gulphs between Me, mine example, let the Stoics use,
Was the great miser's greatest pain;

Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain;
So near was he to Heaven's delight, Let all predestinators me produce,
As with the blest converse he might,

Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain: Yet could not get one drop of water by 't. This fire I'm born to-but 'tis she must tell, Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh,

Whether 't be beams of Heaven or flames of Hell What boundless spaces do us part!

You, who men's fortunes in their faces read, Fortune, and friends, and all Earth's empty show, To find out mine, look not, alas ! on me; My lowness, and her high desert:

But mark her face, and all the features heed; But these might conquerable prove;

For only there is writ my destiny: Nothing does me so far remove,

Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies :: As her hard soul's aversion from my love. But study the astrology of her eyes. So travellers, that lose their way by night, If thou find there kind and propitious rays, If from afar they chance t'espy

What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear; Th’uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light, I well believe the fate of mortal days

Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh; Is writ in Heaven; but oh, my heaven is there.
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain, What can men learn from stars they scarce can
They sit them down, and weep in vain,

see? And there in darkness and despair remain, Two great lights rule the world, and her two me,

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