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O; thou 'rt a fool, I 'll swear, if e'er thou grants,
Much of my veneration thou must want,
When once thy kindness puts my ignorance out;
For a learn’d age is always leaft devout.
Keep still thy distance ; for at once to me.
Goddess and woman too thou canst not be :
Thou 'rt queen of all that fees thee, and as such
Must neither tyrannize nor yield too much ;
Such freedoms give as may admit command,
But keep the forts and magazines in hand.
Thou 'rt yet a whole world to me, and doft fill
My large ambition ; but 'tis dangerous ftill,
Left I like the Pellæan prince should be,
And weep for other worlds, having conquer'd thee :
When Love has taken all thou hast away,
His strength by too much riches will decay.
Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand,
Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand;
And I must needs, I'm sure, a loser be,
To change thee, as thou ’rt there, for very thee.
Thy fweetness is so much within me placid,
That, should'st thou nectar give, 'twould spoil the taste.
Beauty at firf moves wonder and delight;
'Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the fight.
We'admire it whilst unknown; but after, more
Admire ourselves for liking it before.
Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
himself with his own prey ; of
very hopes a surfeit hc 'll sustain,
Unless by fears he cast them up again :
His fpirit and sweetness dangers keep alone;
If once he lose his sting, he grows a drone.
OME others may with safety tell
The moderate flames which in them dwell;
And either find some medicine there,
Or cure themselves ev'n by despair ;
My love 's so great, that it might prove.
Dangerous to tell her that I love.
So tender is my wound, it must not bear
Any salute, though of the kindest air.
I would not have her know the pain,
The torments, for her I sustain ;
Left too much goodness make her throw »
Her love upon a fate too low.
Forbid it, Heaven ! my life should be
Weigh'd with her lealt conveniency
No, let me perish rather with my grief,
Than, to her disadvantage, find relief !
Yet when I die, my last breath fhall.
Grow bold, and plainly tell her all:
Like covetous men, who ne'er defcry
Their dear hid casures till they die..
Ah, fairest maid ! how will it cheer
My ghost, to get from thee a tear !
But take heed; for if me thou pitieft then,
Twenty to one but I shall live again.
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.
If so it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain ?
What courtesy can Love do more,
Than to join hearts that parted were before !
Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-fame room ;
'Twill tear and blow
up all within,
Like a granado shot into' a magazine.
Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts
Of both our broken-hearts;
Shall out of both one new one make,
From her's th'allay, from mine the metal, take.
For of her heart he from the flames will find
But little left behind :
Mine only will remain entire;
No dross was there, to perilla in the fire.
*EACH me to love ! go teach thyself more wit;
I chief profeffor am of it.
Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews,
Teach boldness to the stews ;
In tyrants' courts teach supple flattery;
Teach Jesuits, that have travel'd far, to lye ;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow,
Teach restless fountains how to flow,
Teach the dull earth fixt to abide,
Teach woman-kind inconstancy and pride :
See if your diligence here will useful
But, pr’ythee, teach not me to love.
The God of Love, if such a thing there be,
May learn to love from me ;
He who does boast that he has been
In every heart since Adam's fin;
I 'll lay my life, nay mistress, on 't, that 's more,
I 'll teach him things he never knew before ;
I'll teach him a receipt, to make
Words that weep, and tears that speak;
I 'll teach him sighs, like those in death,
At which the souls go out too with the breath :
Still the foul ftays, yet ftill does from me run,
As light and heat does with the sun. 'Tis I who Love's Columbus am ; 'tis I Who must new worlds in it defcry.;
Rich worlds, that yield of treasure more
Than all that has been known before. And
yet like his, I fear, my fate must be, To find them out for others, not for me.
Me times to come, I know it, thall
Love's last and greatest prophet call i
But, ah ! what's that, if the refuse,
To hear the wholesome doctrines of my Muse;
If to my share the prophet's fate must come--
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom?
HE 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 light bonds, like Samfon, tear;
And nobly cast away that 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 Şalique law..