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And that 's a pleasant country, without doubt,
To which all foon return that travel out.


I Little thought, thou fond ingrateful fin !

When first I let thee in,
And gave thee but a part
In my unwary heart,

That thou would'st e'er have grown
So false or strong to make it all thine own.
At mine own breast with care I fed thee still,

Letting thee suck thy fill;
And daintily I nourish'd thee
With idle thoughts and poetry !

What ill returns doft thou allow !-
I fed thee then, and thou doft ftarve me now.
There was a time when thou walt cold and chill,
Nor hadft the

power of doing ill ;

bosom did I take
This frozen and benumbed snake,

Not fearing from it any harm;
But now it stings that breast which made it warm.
What cursed weed 's this Love ! but one grain low,

And the whole field 'twill overgrow ;
Strait will it choak up and devour
Each wholesome herb and beauteous flower !



Nay, unless something foon I do, 'Twill kill, I fear, my very laurel too.

But now all 's gone-I now, alas ! complain,

Declare, proteft, and threat, in vain;
Since, by my own unforc'd consent,
The traitor has my government,

And is so settled in the throne,
That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine own.



Know 'tis sordid, and 'tis low

(All this as well as you I know)
Which I fo hotly now pursue
(I know all this as well as you);

But, whilst this cursed flesh I bear,
And all the weakness and the baseness there,
Alas ! alas ! it will be always so.

In vain, exceedingly in vain,
rage sometimes, and bite


Yet to what purpose do I bite
With teeth which ne'er will break it quite ?

For, if the chiefest Christian Head
Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted,
What wonder is it if weak I be lain?



S water fluid is, till it do grow

Solid and fixt by cold;
So in warm seasons Love does loosely flow;

Frost only can it hold:
A woman's rigour and disdain
Does his swift course restrain.
Though constant and consistent now it be,

Yet, when kind beams appear,
It melts, and glides apace into the sea,

And loses itself there.
So the sun's amorous play
Kisses the ice away.
You may in vulgar loves find always this ;

But my substantial love
Of a more firm and perfect nature is

No weathers can it move :
Though heat diffolve the ice again,
The crystal solid does remain.


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THEN like some wealthy island thou shalt lie,

And like the sea about it, I;
Thou, like fair Albion to the sailors' fight,
Spreading her beauteous bosom all in white;

Like the kind Ocean I will be,
With loving arms for ever clasping thee.


But But I 'll embrace thee gentlier far than fo ;

As their fresh banks soft rivers do : Nor Mall the proudest planet boast a power Of making my full love to ebb one hour;

It never dry or low can prove, Whilst thy unwasted fountain feeds



Such heat and vigour shall our kisses bear,

As if like doves we 'engender'd there :
No bound nor rule my pleafures shall endure,
In love there 's none too much an Epicure:

Nought shall my hands or lips control ;
I'll kiss thee through, I 'll kiss thy very soul.
Yet nothing but the night our sports shall know ;

Night, that 's both blind and filent too!
Alph found not a more secret trace,
His lov'd Sicanian fountain to embrace,

Creeping so far beneath the sea,
Than I will do t' enjoy and feast on thee.
Men, out of wisdom ; women, out of pride,

The pleasant thefts of love do hide :

may secure thee ; but thou 'aft yet from me A more infallible fecurity;

For there 's no danger I should tell The joys which are to me unspeakable.


N vain, thou drowsy God! I thee invoke ;
For thou, who dost from fumes arise-

Thou, who man's soul doft overshade

With a thick cloud by vapours made-
Canst have no power to shut his eyes,

Or passage of his fpirits to choke,
Whose flame 's fo pure that it fends up no smoke.
Yet how do tears but from some vapours rise ?
Tears, that bewinter all my year?

The fate of Egypt I sustain,

And never feel the dew of rain,
From clouds which in the head appear;

But all my too much moisture owe
To overflowings of the heart below.
Thou, who doft men (as nights to colours do)
Bring all to an equality!

Come, thou just God! and equal me

Awhile to my disdainful She :
In that condition let me lie,

Till Love does me the favour fhew :
Love equals all a better way than you.
Then never more thalt thou b' invok'd by me ;
Watchful as fpirits and Gods I 'll prove :

Let her but grant, and then will I

Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;
For, betwixt thee and them that love,

Never will an agreement be ;
Thou scorn'ft th' unhappy, and the happy, thee!


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