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Your charms in harmless childhood lay
Age from no face takes more away
To their perfection prest,
My passion with your beauty grew,
SAY, lovely dream, where couldst thou find
Shadows to counterfeit that face?
Colours of this glorious kind
Come not from any
lu heaven itself thou sure wert drest With that angel-like disguise;
Thus deluded am I blest, And see my joy with closed
But ah! this image is too kind
Fair dream, if thou intend'st me grace,
Pale, wan, and meagre let it look,
With a pity-moving shape, Such as wander by the brook Of LETHE, or from graves escape.
Then to that matchless nymph appear,
With humble words express my woe.
Perhaps from greatness, state, and pride,
SHE loves, and she confesses too;
What's this, ye gods, what can it be? Remains there still an enemy?
Bold Honour stands up in the gate,
Noisy nothing, stalking shade,
Sure I shall rid myself of thee
Unlike to every other spright,
(Time strangely spent) a year and more,
since I sat down before
Made my approaches, from her hand
Proceeded on with no less art,
I thought to undermine the heart
By whispering in the ear.
When this did nothing, I brought down
I then resolved to starve the place
And all such little blisses.590 DE MENJ
And brought myself to lie at length
When I had done what man could do,
The enemy lay quiet too,
And smiled at all was done.
I sent to know from whence, and where,
A spy inform'd, Honour was there,
That giant upon air will live,
And hold it out forever.
March, march, (quoth I) the word straight give, Let's lose no time, but leave her;
To such a place our camp remove
I hate a fool that starves her love