But, if her wisdom grow fevere,

And fuffer not her goodness to be there;
If her large mercies cruelly' it restrain i
Be not difcourag'd, but require

A more gentle ordeal fire,

And bid her by Love's flames read it again.
Strange power of heat! thou yet dost show
Like winter-earth, naked or cloath'd with fnow:
But as, the quickening fun approaching near,
The plants arife up by degrees;
A fudden paint adorns the trees,
And all kind Nature's characters appear.

So, nothing yet in thee is feen;

But, when a genial heat warms thee within, A new-born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an A, and there a B, Here fprouts a V, and there a T, And all the flourishing letters stand in rows. Still, filly paper! thou wilt think

That all this might as well be writ with ink : Oh, no; there's sense in this, and mysteryThou now may'ft change thy author's name, And to her hand lay noble claim;

For, as fhe reads, fhe makes, the words in thee.

Yet-if thine own unworthiness

Will ftill that thou art mine, not her's, confess –
Confume thyself with fire before her eyes,
And fo her grace or pity move

The gods, though beafts they do not love, Yet like them when they 're burnt in facrifice.

PLATONICK LOVE.

NDEED I must confefs,

IND

When fouls mix 'tis an happiness;
But not compleat till bodies too combine,
And closely as our minds together join :
But half of heaven the fouls in glory taste,
Till by love in heaven, at last,
Their bodies too are plac'd.

In thy immortal part

Man, as well as I, thou art ;

But fomething 'tis that differs thee and me;
And we must one even in that difference be.
I thee, both as a man and woman, prize;.
For a perfect love implies

Love in all capacities.

Can that for true love pass,

When a fair woman courts her glass?
Something unlike must in love's likeness be ;;
His wonder is, one, and variety :

For he, whofe foul nought but a foul can move,
Does a new Narciffus prove,

And his own image love.

That fouls do beauty know,

'Tis to the bodies' help they owe;

If, when they know 't, they strait abuse that trust,
And fhut the body from 't, 'tis as unjust
As if I brought my dearest friend to see
My miftrefs, and at th' inftant he
Should steal her quite from me.

THE

"TI IS very true, I thought you once as fair

As women in th' idea are;

Whatever here feems beauteous, feem'd to be
But a faint metaphor of thee:

But then, methoughts, there fomething shin'd within,
Which caft this luftre o'er thy fkin;

Nor could I chufe but count it the fun's light,
Which made this cloud appear fo bright.
But, fince I knew thy falfehood and thy pride,
And all thy thousand faults befide,
A very Moor, methinks, plac'd near to thee,
White as his teeth would feem to be.
So men (they fay) by hell's delufions led,
Have ta'en a fuccubus to their bed;
Believe it fair, and themselves happy call,
Till the cleft foot discovers all :

Then they start from 't, half ghosts themselves with fear;
And devil, as 'tis, it does appear.

So, fince against my will I found thee foul,
Deform'd and crooked in thy foul,

My reafon ftrait did to my fenfes fhew,

That they might be mistaken too :

Nay, when the world but knows how false you are,
There's not a man will think you fair;
Thy shape will monstrous in their fancies be,
They'll call their eyes as falfe as thee.
Be what thou wilt, hate will present thee so
As Puritans do the Pope, and Papists Luther do.

PLA

PLATONICK LOVE.

[NDEED I must confefs,

IN

When fouls mix 'tis an happiness ;
But not compleat till bodies too combine,
And closely as our minds together join :
But half of heaven the fouls in glory taste,
Till by love in heaven, at last,
Their bodies too are plac'd.

In thy immortal part

Man, as well as I, thou art;

But fomething 'tis that differs thee and me;
And we must one even in that difference be.
I thee, both as a man and woman, prize;.
For a perfect love implies

Love in all capacities.

Can that for true love pass,

When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in love's likeness be; His wonder is, one, and variety :

For he, whofe foul nought but a foul can move,

Does a new Narciffus prove,

And his own image love.

That fouls do beauty know,

'Tis to the bodies' help they owe ;

If, when they know 't, they ftrait abuse that trust,
And shut the body from 't, 'tis as unjust

As if I brought my dearest friend to fee
My mistress, and at th' instant he
Should steal her quite from me.

THE

L

THE CHANG E.

OVE in her funny eyes does basking play;
Love walks the pleafant mazes of her hair;
Love does on both her lips for ever stray,
And fows and reaps a thousand kiffes there:
In all her outward parts Love 's always seen ;
But oh he never went within.

Within, Love's foes, his greatest foes, abide,
Malice, Inconftancy, and Pride :

So, the earth's face trees, herbs, and flowers, do drefs,
With other beauties numberless;

But at the centre darkness is, and hell;
There wicked fpirits, and there the damned, dwell.

With me, alas! quite contrary it fares;
Darkness and death lie in my weeping eyes,
Defpair and paleness in my face appears,
And grief, and fear, Love's greatest enemies ;
But, like the Perfian tyrant, Love within

Keeps his proud court, and ne'er is feen.
Oh! take my heart, and by that means you '11
Within too ftor'd enough of love :

prove

Give me but your's, I'll by that change fo thrive,

That love in all my parts shall live.

So powerful is this change, it render can
My outfide Woman, and your infide Man.

CLAD