Your charms in harmless childhood lay

As metals in a mine;

Age from no face takes more away

Than youth conceal'd in thine:
But as your charms insensibly
To their perfection prest,
So love, as unperceived, did fly,
And centred in my breast.

My passion with your beauty grew,
While Cupid, at my heart,
Still as his mother favour'd you,

Threw a new flaming dart;
Each gloried in their wanton part;
To make a beauty, she
Employ'd the utmost of her art;
To make a lover, he.

SAY, lovely dream, where couldst thou find

Shadows to counterfeit that face?

Colours of this glorious kind

Come not from any mortal place.

lu heaven itself thou sure wert drest

With that angel-like disguise;

Thus

Thus deluded am I blest,

And see my joy with closed eyes.

But ah! this image is too kind

To be other than a dream! Cruel SACCHARISSA's mind Never put on that sweet extreme.

Fair dream, if thou intend'st me grace,
Change that heavenly face of thine;
Paint despised love in thy face,

And make it to appear like mine.

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,
In whose shape thou shinest so,
Softly in her sleeping ear

With humble words express my woe.

Perhaps from greatness, state, and pride,

Thus surprised she may fall:
Sleep does disproportion hide,

And, death resembling, equals all.

WALLER.

SHE loves, and she confesses too;
Then there's at last no more to do;
The happy work's entirely done,
Enter the town which thou hast won.
The fruits of conquest now begin,
Io triumphe, enter in.

What's this, ye gods, what can it be?

Remains there still an enemy

?

Bold Honour stands up in the gate,

And would yet capitulate.

Have I o'ercome all real foes,

And shall this phantom me oppose ?

Noisy nothing, stalking shade,
By what witchcraft wert thou made?
Empty cause of solid harms!

But I shall find out counter charms,
Thy airy devilship to remove
From this circle here of love.

Sure I shall rid myself of thee
By the night's obscurity,

And obscurer secrecy.

Unlike to every other spright,

Thou attempt'st not men t' affright,

Nor appear'st, but in the light.

COWLEY.

Is now, since I sat down before
That foolish fort, a heart,

(Time strangely spent) a year and more,

And still I did my part;

Made my approaches, from her hand
Unto her lip did rise,

And did already understand
The language of her eyes;

Proceeded on with no less art,
My tongue was engineer;
I thought to undermine the heart
By whispering in the ear.

When this did nothing, I brought down
Great cannon oaths, and shot

A thousand thousand to the town,

And still it yielded not.

I then resolved to starve the place

By cutting off all kisses,

Praising and gazing on her face,

And all such little blisses.v9d oumza j
རྭ་ཟྭ་ས་ཏང ཆེ་ :,

To draw her out and from her strength,

I drew all batteries in ;

And brought myself to lie at length

As if no siege had been.

When I had done what man could do,

And thought the place my own,

The enemy lay quiet.too,

And smiled at all was done.

I sent to know from whence, and where,
These hopes, and this relief:

A spy inform'd, Honour was there,

And did command in chief.

March, march, (quoth I) the word straight give,

Let's lose no time, but leave her;

That giant upon air will live,

And hold it out forever.

To such a place our camp remove
As will no siege abide :

I hate a fool that starves her love

Only to feed her pride.

SUCKLING.