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AGAINST FRUITION..

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O; thou 'rt a fool, I'll fwear, if e'er thou grant
Much of my veneration thou must want,
When once thy kindness puts my ignorance out;
For a learn'd age is always least devout.
Keep ftill 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 fuch
Muft 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 still,
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 ftrength by too much riches will decay.
Thou in my fancy doft much higher stand,
Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand;
And I must needs, I'm fure, a lofer be,

To change thee, as thou 'rt there, for very thee.
Thy fweetness is fo much within me plac'd,

That, should'st thou nectar give, 'twould spoil the taste.
Beauty at first 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.

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Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way, Does over-gorge himself with his own prey; very hopes a furfeit he'll fuftain,

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Unless by fears he cast them up again :
His fpirit and sweetness dangers keep alone;
If once he lose his fting, he grows a drone.

LOVE

UNDISCOVERED..

OME others may with fafety tell

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The moderate flames which in them dwell;

And either find fome medicine there,
Or cure themfelves ev'n by defpair;
My love 's fo great, that it might prove
Dangerous to tell her that I love.

So tender is my wound, it must not bear
Any falute, though of the kindeft air.

I would not have her know the pain,
The torments, for her I fuftain;
Left too much goodness make her throw
Her love upon a fate too low.
Forbid it, Heaven! my life fhould be
Weigh'd with her leaft conveniency :
No, let me perish rather with my grief,
Than, to her difadvantage, 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-reafures till they die..

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Ah, fairest maid! how will it cheer
My ghoft, to get from thee a tear !
But take heed; for if me thou pitiest then,
Twenty to one but I fhall live again.

I

THE GIVEN HEART.

Wonder what thofe lovers mean, who fay
They 'ave given their hearts away :
Some good kind lover, tell me how;
For mine is but a torment to me now.

If fo 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 felf-fame room;

'Twill tear and blow up all within,

Like a granado shot into' a magazine.

Then shall Love keep the afhes 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 drofs was there, to perifk in the fire.

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EACH me to love! go teach thyself more wit;

TEA

I chief profeffor am of it.

Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews,

Teach boldness to the stews;

In tyrants' courts teach fupple flattery;
Teach Jefuits, 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 inconftancy and pride:
See if your diligence here will useful prove;
But, pr'ythee, teach not me to love.

The God of Love, if fuch a thing there be,
May learn to love from me;

He who does boast that he has been
In every heart fince 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 fighs, like thofe in death, At which the fouls go out too with the breath: Still the foul ftays, yet ftill does from me run, As light and heat does with the fun.

'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, shall
Love's last and greatest prophet call ;
But, ah! what's that, if fhe refuse,

To hear the wholesome doctrines of my Mufe;
If to my share the prophet's fate must come-
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom?

T

THE RESOLUTION..

HE devil take thofe foolish men
Who gave you first such powers;
We stood on even grounds till then ;
If any odds, creation made it ours.

For fhame, let these weak chains be broke;
Let's our flight 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 flavery draw: Alas! if we 'll our rights maintain, 'Tis all mankind must make a Salique law.

CALLED

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