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And that's a pleasant country, without doubt,
Little thought, thou fond ingrateful fin !
And gave thee but a part
That thou would'st e'er have grown
So false or strong to make it all thine own.
At mine own breaft with care I fed thee ftill,
Letting thee fuck 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 waft cold and chill,
Into my bofom did I take
This frozen and benumbed fnake,
Not fearing from it any harm;
But now it ftings that breast which made it warm.
What curfed weed 's this Love! but one grain fow, And the whole field 'twill overgrow;
Strait will it choak up and devour
Each wholefome 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,
And is fo fettled in the throne,
That 'twere rebellion now to claim mine own.
Know 'tis fordid, and 'tis low
And all the weakness and the bafenefs there,
In vain, exceedingly in vain,
I fometimes, and bite
Yet to what purpose do I bite
With teeth which ne'er will break it quite ?
Was by this sturdy tyrant buffeted,
S water fluid is, till it do grow
Solid and fixt by cold;
So in warm feafons Love does loosely flow;
Froft only can it hold:
A woman's rigour and difdain
Does his fwift courfe reftrain.
Though conftant and confiftent now it be,
It melts, and glides apace into the fea,
So the fun's amorous play
Kiffes the ice away.
You may in vulgar loves find always this;
Of a more firm and perfect nature is;
No weathers can it move : Though heat diffolve the ice again, The crystal folid does remain.
ENJOY MEN T.
THEN like fome wealthy island thou shalt lie,
And like the fea about it, I;
Thou, like fair Albion to the failors' fight,
Like the kind Ocean I will be,
But I'll embrace thee gentlier far than fo;
As their fresh banks foft rivers do :
Nor fhall the proudest planet boast a power
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 fhall my hands or lips control ; I'll kiss thee through, I 'll kifs thy very
Yet nothing but the night our sports shall know ;
Alpheus found not a more secret trace,
Than I will do t' enjoy and feast on thee.
Men, out of wisdom; women, out of pride,
For there's no danger I fhould tell
SLE E P.
N vain, thou drowsy God! I thee invoke ;
Thou, who man's foul doft overshade
With a thick cloud by vapours made—
Canft have no power to shut his
Or paffage of his fpirits to choke,
Whofe flame 's fo pure that it fends up no fmoke.
Yet how do tears but from fome vapours rife ?
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)
Come, thou juft God! and equal me
. In that condition let me lie,
Till Love does me the favour shew:
Love equals all a better way than you.
Then never more fhalt thou b' invok'd by me;
Thou scorn'ft th' unhappy, and the happy, thee!