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Compar'd with her, all things so worthless prove, Yet when I die, my last breath shall
Like covetous men, who ne'er descry
Their dear-hid treasures till they die. She like a deity is grown,
Ah, fairest maid! bow will it cheer That must create, or else must be alone.
My ghost, to get from thee a tear! If there be man who thinks himself so high,
But take heed; for if me tbou pitiest then, As to pretend equality,
Twenty to une but I shall live again. He deserves her less than I;
For he would cheat for his relief; And one would give, with lesser grief,
THE GIVEN HEART. T'an undeserving beggar than a thief.
I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
They ’ave given their hearts away:
Some good kind lover, tell me how:
For mine is but a torment to me now.
If so it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain? For a learn'd age is always least devout.
What courtesy can Love do more, Keep still thy distance; for at once to me
Than to join hearts that parted were before?
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts My large ambition ; but 'tis dangerous still,
Of both our broken hearts; Lest I like the Pellæan prince should be,
Shall out of both one new one make, And weep for other worlds, having conquer'd thee: From her's th'allay, from mine the metal, tako When Love has taken all thou hast away,
For of her heart he from the flames will find His strength by too much riches will decay,
But little left behind :
Mine only will remain entire ;
Teach me to love! go teach thyself more wit;
I chief professor am of it. 'Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the sight. W'admire it whilst unknown; but after, more
'Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, Admire ourselves for liking it before.
Teach boldness to the stews;
In tyrants' courts teach supple fattery; Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
Teach Jesuits, that have travellid far, to lie; Does over-gorge himself with his own prey;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow, Of very hopes a surfeit he'll sustain,
Teach restless fountains how to flow, Unless by fears he cast them up again :
Teach the dull Earth fixt to abide, His spirit and sweetness danger's keep alone;
Teach women-kind inconstancy and pride: If once he lose his sting, he grows a drone.
See if your diligence here will useful prove;
But, pr’ythee, teach not me to love.
The god of love, if such a thing there be,
May learn to love from me; Some others may with safety tell
He who does boast that he has been The moderate flames which in them dwell; In every heart since Adam's sin; And either find some med cine there, | I'll lay my life, nay mistress, on't, that's more, Or cure themselves ev'n by despair;
I'll teach him things he never knew before; My love's so great, that it might proye
I'll teach him a receipt, to make Dangerous to tell her that I love.
Words that weep, and tears that speak; So tender is my wound, it must not bear
I'll teach him sighs, like those in death, Any salute, though of the kindest air,
At which the souls go out too with the breath: I wonld not have her know the pain,
Still the soul stays, yet still does from me run, The torments, for her I sustain;
As light and heat does with the Sun. Lest too much goodiness make her throw 'Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 'lis I Her love upon a fate too low,
Who must new worlds in it descry; Forbid it, Heaven! my life should be
Rich worlds, that yield a treasure moro Weigh'd with her least conveniency:
Than all that has been known before, No, let me perish rather with my grief,
And yet like his, I fear, my fate must be', Than, to her disadvantage, find relief!
| To find them out for others, not for me
Me times to come, I know it, shall
| Lust, the scorching dog-star, here Love's last and greatest prophet call;
Rages with immoderate heat;
Whilst Pride, the rugged northern bear,
And where these are temperate known, , Hereafter fame, here martyrdom ?
The soil 's all barren sand or rocky stone.
A rich, well-govern'd heart,
Like China, it admitted you
But to the frontier-part. The Devil take those foolish men
From Paradise shut for evermore, Who gave yon first such powers;
What good is 't that an angel kept the door? We stood on even grounds till then; If any odds, creation made it ours.
Well fare the pride, and the disdain,
And vanities, with beauty join'd; For shame, let these weak chains be broke; I ne'er had seen this heart again, Let's our slight bonds, like Samson, tear;
If any fair-one had been kind : And n bly cast away that yoke,
My dove, but once let loose, I doubt Which we nor our forefathers e'er could bear. Would ne'er return, had not the lood been out, French laws forbid the female reign; Yet Love does them to slavery draw:
THE HEART FLED AGAIN. Alas! if we'll our rights maintain, 'Tis all mankind must make a Salique law.
False, foulish Heart! didst thou nut say
That thou would'st never leave me more?
Behold! again 'tis fed away,
Fled as far froin me as before. .
Istrive to bring it back again; ILA! ha! you think you've kill'd my fame,
| I cry'd and hollow'd after it in vain. By this not understood, yet common, name : A name that's full and proper, when assign'd
Ev'n so the gentle Turian dame, To woman-kind;
When neither grief nor love prerail, But, when you call us so,
Saw the dear object of her flame, It can at best but for a metaphor go.
Th’ingrateful Trojan, hoist his sail :
Aloud she call'd to bim to stay ; Can you the shore inconstant call,
The wind bore him and her lost words away. Which still, as waves pass by, embraces all ; Tbat had as lief the same wayes always love,
The doleful Ariadne so, Did they not from him move?
On the wide shore forsaken stood :
“ False Theseus whither dost thou go?" Or can you fault with pilots find
Afar false Theseus cut the flood. For.changing course, yet never blame the wind ?
But Bacchus came to her relief; Since, drunk with vanity, you fell,
Bacchus himself 's too weak to case my gricf. The things turn'd round to you that stedfast dwell;
Ah! senseless Heart, to take no rest, And you yourself, who from us take your flight,
But travel thus eternally! Wonder to find us out of sight.
Thus to be froz'n in every breast ! So the same errour seizes you,
And to be scorch'd in every eye!
Wandering about like wretched Cain,
Well, since thou wilt not here remain,
I'll e'en to live without thee try;
My head shall take the greater pain, My prodigal's come home at last,
And all thy dutjes shall supply: With noble resolutions fillid,
I can more easily live, I know, And fill'd with sorrow for the past:
Without thee, than without a mistress thou. No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his swine.
WOMEN'S SUPERSTITION. Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor Heart ! Or I'm a very dunce, or woman-kind Welcome! I little thought, I'll swear
Is a most unintelligible thing : ('Tis now so long since we did part)
I.can no sense nor no contexture find, Ever again to see thee here:
Nor their loose parts to method bring: Dear wanderer! since from me you fled,
I know not what the learn'd may see, How often have I heard that thou wert dead! But they 're strange Hebrew things to me, Hast thou not found each woman's breast By customs and traditions they live, (The lands where thou hast travelled)
And foolish ceremonies of antique date; Either by savages possest,
We lovers, new and better doctrines give, Or wild, and uninhabited ?
Yet they continue obstinate: What joy could'st take, or what repose,
Preach we, Love's prophets, what we will, In countries so unciviliz'd as those ?
Like Jews, they keep their old law still,
Before their mothers' gods they fondly fall, I
THE RICH RIVAL. 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. The thundering Baal of woman-kind;
Because I love the same as you : 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 serve; But then, like men both covetous and devout,
And know you'ave niore by that than you deserve. Their costly superstition loth t' omit
When next I see my fair-one, she shall know And yet more loth to issue monies out, At their own charge to furnish it
I low 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
Poxo' your friends, that doat and domineer; THE SOUL.
Lovers are better friends than they ;
Let's those in other things obey; 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 blood ! 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,
Tis that which bids me this bright maid adore ; As a form servient and assisting there
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;
Whom good or ill does equally confound,
Vain shadow! which does vanish quite,
Both at full noon and perfect night !
The stars have not a possibility
Of blessing thee; Tir'd with the rongh 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 bui 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 wed, Complaisant nymph! who dost thus kindly
Come deflower'd virgins to our bed; share
| Good fortunes without gain imported be, In griefs whose cause thou dost not know ;
Such mighty custom's paid to thee. Hadst thou but eves, as well as tongue and ear,
| 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 ope prize an hundred blanks there be; Alas ! I might as easily
Fond archer, Hope! who tak'st thy aim 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 gires ! 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, tire, nor sound, The merrier fool o'th' two, yet quite as mad:
Sire of Repentance! child of fond Desire! | What ill returns dost thou allow!
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;
But now it stings that breast which made it warm.
And the whole field 'twill overgrow;
Straight will it choak up and devour
Each wholesome herb and beauteous flower! The only cheap and universal cure!
Nay, unless something soon I do,
Thou manna, which from Heaven we eat, Declare, protest, and threat, in vain;
Since, by my own inforc'd consent,
And is so settled in the throne, Thou pleasant, honest Aatterer! for none
That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine owth, Flatter unhappy men, but thou alone!
Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness!
de. I esow 'tis sordid, and 'tis low,
T KNOW. stroy!
(All this as well as you I know) Who out of Fortune'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) Whilst thee, her earnest-money, we retain,
But, whilst this cursed flesh I bear, We certain 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
Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted,
What wonder is it if weak I be slain : i Only the future's thine, the present bis !
Thine's the more hard and noble bliss :
As water Auid is, till it do grow
Solid and fixt by cold; For love, I fear, ' . fruit that does delight
So in warm seasons Lore does loosely flow; The taste itself less than the smell and sight,
Frost only can it hold:
A woman's rigour and disrain
Does his swift course restrain.
Yet, when kind beams appear,
And loses itself there.
Kisses the ice away.
You may in vulgar loves find always this:
But my substantial love
No weathers can it inore:
Though heat dissolve the ice again,
The crystal solid does remain,
Then like some wealihy 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 brown, 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!
Who hast no certain what, nor where; As their fresh banks soft rivers do: 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!
For, though thy being be but show,
'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 found not a more secret trace,
Which dy'st thyself as fast as thou dost kill! His lov'd Sicanian fountain to embrace,
Thou tulip, who thy stock in paint dost waste, Creeping so far beneath the sea,
Nether for physic good, nor smell, nor taste. Than I will do t'enjoy and feast on thee.
Beauty! whose flamey but meteors are,
Short-liv'd and low, though thou would'st seem Men, cut of wisdom; women, out of pride,
a star; The pleasant thefts of love do hide:
Who dar'st not thine own home descry,
When thou, alas ! dost in the fancy lie.
Beauty! whose conquests still are made
When Sickness storms, or Time besieges thee!
Thou unwholesome thaw to frozen age ! Ix vain, thou drowsy god! I thee invoke;
Thou strong wine, which youth's fever dost en
rage! For thou, who dost from fumes arise
Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man free! Thou, who man's soul dost overshade
Thou subtle thicf, from whom nought safe can be ! With a thick cloud by vapours made
Thou murderer, which hast kill'd, and devil, which
would'st damn me!
| 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 godl 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! Till Love does me the favour shew:
| In vain the men of learning 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'll prove: 'Tis beyond eighty at least, if you 're not here. Let her but grant, and then will I
It is, it is; I tremble with the frost, Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;
And know that I the day have lost; For, betwixt thee and them that love,
And those wild things which men thcy call, Never will an agreement be;
I find to be but bears or foxes all. Thou scorn'st th’unhappy, and the happy,thee!
Return, return, gay planet of mine East,
Of all that shines thou much the best!
And, as thou now descend'st to sea,
More fair and fresh rise up from thence to me Beauty! 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,