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her, all thidgs so worthless prove, Yet when I die, my last breath shall That nought on Earth can tow'rds her move, Grow bold, and plainly tell her all: Till 't be exalted by her love.
Like covetous men, who ne'er descry
Their dear-hid treasures till they die.
Ah, fairest maid! how 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 thou pitiest then, As to pretend equality,
Twenty to one but I shall live again. He deserves ber 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,
For what do they complain?
What courtesy can love do more, Keep still thy distance; for at once to me Than to join hearts that parted were before? Goddess and woman too thou canst not be:
Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
"Twill tear and blow up all within,
Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts
Of both our broken hearts;
Shall out of both one new one make,
But little left behind :
Mine only will remain entire ;
Teach me to love! go teach thyself more wit; Beauty at first moves wonder and delight; 'Tis Nature's juggling trick to eheat the sight.
I chief professor am of it.
'Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, W'admire it whilst unknown; but after, more
Teach boldness to the stews;
In tyrants' courts teach supple flạttery;
Teach Jesuits,' that have travell’d far, to lie;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow,
Teach restless fountains how to flow,
Teach the dull Earth fixt to abide,
Teach women-kind inconstancy and pride:
But, proythee, 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 Adani'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 prove
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
l'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 would 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 goodness make her throw 'Tis I who Love's Columbus am ; 'lis I Her love upon a fate too low.
Whô must new worlds in it desery; Forbid it, Heaven! my life should be
Rich worlds, that yield a treasure more Weighềd 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 1 To find them out for others, not for me
Me times to come, I know it, shall
But, ah! what's that, if she refuse
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom?
THE RESOLUTION. The Devil take those foolish men
Who gave you first such powers;
We stood on even grounds till then; If any odds, creation made it ours. For shame, let these weak chains be broke;
Let 's our slight bonds, like Samson, tear;
And nobly cast away thạt yoke, Which we nor our forefathers e'er could bear. French laws forbid the female reign ;
Yet Love does them to slavery draw:
Alas! if we'll our rights maintain, 'Tis all mankind must make a Salique law.
Lust, the scorching dog-star, here
Rages with immoderate heat;
In others makes the cold too great :
And where these are temperate known, The soil 's all barren sand or rocky stone. When once or twice you chanc'd to view
A rich, well-govern'd heart, Like China, it admitted you
But to the frontier-part.
From Paradise shut for evermore,
And vanities, with beauty join'd;
If any fair-one had been kind :
My dove, but once let loose, I doubt Would ne'er return, had not the flood been out.
But, when you call us so,
Did they not from him move?
Or can you fault with pilots find For chapging course, yet never blame the wingt?
Since, drunk with vanity, you fell, The things turn'd round to you that stedfast
dwell; And you yourself, who from us take your flight,
Wonder to find us out of sight.
So the same errour seizes you,
THE HEART FLED AGAIN. False, foolish Heart! didst thou nut say
That thou would'st never leave me more! Behold! again 'tis filed away,
Fled as far from me as before.
I struve to bring it back again;
When neither grief nor love prevail,
Th' ingrateful Trojan, hoist his sail :
Aloud she call'd to him to stay ;
On the wide shore forsaken stood :
Afar false Theseus cut the flood.
But Bacchus came to her relief;
But travel thus eternally!
And to be scorch'd in every eye!
Wandering about like wretched Cain, Thrust-out, ill-us'd, by all, þut by none slain ! Well, since thou wilt not here remain,
I'll e'en to live without thee try ; My head shall take the greater pain,
And all thy duties shall supply:
I can more easily live, I know,
THE WELCOME, Go, let the fatted calf be kill'd; My prodigal's come home at last, With noble resolutions fill'd,
And fill'd with sorrow for the past :
No more will burn with love or wine; But quite has left his women and his swine. Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor Heart !
Welcome! I little thought, I'll swear ('Tis now so long since we did part)
Ever again to see thee here:
Dear wanderer! since from me you fled, How often have I heard that thou wert dead! Hast thou not found each woman's breast
(The lands where thou hast travelled) Either by savages possest,
Or wild, and uninhabited ?
What joy could'st take, or what repose, In countries so unciviliz'd as those?
Nor their loose parts to method bring:
But they 're strange Hebrew things to me.
Yet they continue obstinate:
Before their mothers' gods they fondly fall,
THE RICH RIVAL. lain idol-gods, that have no sense nor mind :
Because I love the same as you :
Alas ! you're very rich, 'tis true;
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 more 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 “
agree.” THE SOUL.
Poxo' your friends, that doat and domineer;
Lovers are better friends than they ;
Let's those in other things obey; Soxe 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
Advise with any blood, but with their own.
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
Hope! whose weak being ruin'd is,
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; Tu'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 wed, Complaisant nymph! who dost thus kindly
Come deflower'd virgins to our bel; share
Good fortunes without gain imported be, In griefs whose cause thou dost not know;
Such mighty custom's paid to thee. Hailst thou but eyes, 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 one 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, wbich 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 bcams o'er Reason's light prevail, 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 ! Pralucing neither image, fire, 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 ! That blow'st the chymics', and the lovers', fire, I fed thee then, and thou dost starve, me now. Leading them 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;
Into my bosom did I take
This frozen and benumbed snake,
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! [health!
Nay, unless something soon I do,
Thou manna, which from Heaven we eat, Declare, protest, and threat, in vain;
Since, by my own unforc'd consent,
And is so settled in the throne, Thou pleasant, honest Aatterer! for none That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine own. Flatter unbappy men, but thou alone!
Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness !
(All this as well as you I know)
Which I so hotly now pursue,
(I know all this as well as you) Whilst thee, her earnest-money, we retain,
But, whilst this cursed flesh I bear,
And all the weakness and the baseness there, Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfil;
Alas! alas ! it will be always so,
In vain, exceedingly in vain,
Yet to what purpose do I bite
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 ?
Thine's the more hard and noble bliss : Best apprehender of our joys! which hast
As water fluid is, till it do grow
Solid and fixt by cold;
So in warm seasons Love does loosely flow; The taste itself less than the smell and sight,
Frost only can it hold:
A woman's rigour and disdain
Does his swift course restrain.
Yet, when kind bcams appear,
And loses itself there.
Kisses the ice away.
You may in vulgar loves find always this:
But my subsiantial love
No weathers can it move :
Though heat dissolve the ice again,
The crystal solid does remain.
Tuen 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 bronn, 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
With unintelligible variety!
Who hast no certain what, nor where ;
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,
Palse 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 inore secret trace,
Which dy'st thyself as fast as thou dost kill! His lord 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 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,
When thou, alas ! dost in the fancy lie.
Beauty! whose conquests still are made
When Sickness storms, or Time besieges thee! SLEEP.
Thou unwholesome thaw to frozen age! Ix vain, thou drowsy god! I thee invoke ;
Thou strong wine, which youth's fever dost en. For thou, who dost from fumes arise
Thou tyrant, which leav'st no man free!
thief, 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!
As men in Greenland left beheld the Sun
From their horizon run,
And thought upon the sad half-year
Of cold and darkness they must suffer there : 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 :
Ah, my fair star! said I;
Ah, those blest lands to which bright Thou dost
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 I'll prove: 'Tis beyond eighty at least, if you 're not here.
It is, it is; I tremble with the frust,
And know that I the day have lost;
And those wild things which men they 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 thon much the best!
And, as thou now descend'st to sea,
More fair and fresh rise up from thence to me! BEAUTY! thou wild fantastic ape,
Thou, who in many a propriety, Who dost in every country change thy shape! So truly art the Sun to me,