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ON THE LADY WHO CAN SLEEP WHEN SHE PLEASES. -No wonder sleep from careful lovers fies, to bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes. As fair Astræa once from earth to heav'n, by strife and loud impiety was driv'n, so with our plaints offended, and our tears, wise Somnus to that paradise repairs; waits on her will, and wretches does forsake, to court the nymph for whom those wretches wake. More proud than Phæbus of his throne of gold, is the soft God those softer limbs to hold; nor would exchange with Jore, to hide the skies in dark’ning clouds, the pow'r to close her eyes; eyes which so far all other ligbts controul, they warm our mortal parts, but these our soul!
Let her free spirit, whose unconquer'd breast hold such deep quiet and untroubled rest, know that tho' Venus and her son should spare her rebel heart, and never teach her care, yet Hymen may in force his vigils keep, and for another's joy suspend her sleep.
THE STORY OF PHEBUS AND DAPHNE
APPLIED. Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train, fair Sacharissa Jov'd, but lov'd in vain : like Phoebus sung the no less am'rous boy; like Daphne she, as lovely, and as coy! with numbers be the flying nymph pursues, with numbers such as Phæbus' self might use !
such is the chase when Love and Fancy leads
ON MY LADY ISABELLA
PLAYING ON THE LUTE. Such moving sounds from such a careless touch! so unconcern'd herself, and we so much! what art is this, that with so little pains transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? the trembling strings about her fingers crowd, and tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloyd. Small force there needs to make them treinble so: touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too ? here Love takes stand, and while she charms the ear, empties his quiver on the list’ning deer. Music so softens and disarms the mind, that not an arrow does resistance tind. Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize, and acts herself the triumph of her eyes : so Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd bis flaming Rome, and as it burn'd he play'd. No. 77.
inn i "ON A GIRDLE.
It was my heav'n's extremest spbere,
AN APOLOGY FOR HAVING LOVED BEFORE.
They that never had the use of the grape's surprising juice, to the first delicious cup all their reason render up; neither do nor care to know whether it be best or no. So they that are to love inclin'd, sway'd by chance, not choice, or art, to the first that's fair or kind, make a present of their heart: it is not she that first we love, but whom dying we approve. To man, that was in th' ev'ning made, stars gave the first delight, admiring, in the gloomy shade
those little drops of light: then at Aurora, whose fair hand remov'd thein from the skies, he gazing tow'rd the east did stand, she entertain'd his eyes. But when the bright sun did appear, all those he 'gan despise ; his wonder was determin'd there, and could no higher rise. He neither might, nor wish'd to know a more refulgent light: for that (as mine your beauties now) employ'd his utmost sight.
SIGHS. Oh! how I long my careless limbs to lay under the plantain's shade, and all the day with amorous airs my fancy entertain, invoke the Muses, and improve my vein! no passion there in my free breast should move, none but the sweet and best of passions, Love. There while I sing, if gentle Love be by, that tunes my lute, and winds the string so high, with the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name, I'll make the list'ning savages 'grow tame. But while I do these pleasing dreams endite, I am diverted from the promis'd sight...
TO MY YOUNG LADY LUCY SIDNEY, Why came I so 'untimely forth 1, 2, into a world which, wanting thee, could entertain us with no worth, or shadow of felicity?
that time should me so far remove
* . * Fair! that you may truly know what you unto Thyrsis owe, in I will tell you how I do .. ';, see sacharissa love and you.
Joy salutes me when I set my piest eyes on Amoret ; my blest eyes on Amoret ;,
All that of myself is mine,