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So fweet 's revenge to me, that I
Deep into her bofom would I strike the dart,
They flutter still about, inconftantly:
Curfe on thy goodness, whom we find
Vain God! who women doft thyself adore!
Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours
They take the feathers, we the head.
E followed thee a year, at least,
And never stopp'd myself to reft ;
But yet can thee o'ertake no more
Than this day can the day that went before.
In this our fortunes equal prove
In vain, alas! in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate fafter to drive;
Hearts by Love ftrangely fhuffled are,
Thought, I'll fwear, I could have lov'd no more Than I had done before;
But you as easily might account Till to the top of numbers you amount, As caft up my love's fcore.
Ten thousand millions was the fum;
I'm fure her beauties cannot greater grow;
A real caufe at firft did move ;
My love, as we in numbers fee,
By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove;
By their own forms to move for ever round.
But, by the length, 'tis plain to see
WITH much of pain, and all the art I knew,
Have I endeavour'd hitherto
To hide my love, and yet all will not do.
By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.
Men without love have oft fo cunning grown,
That something like it they have shown;
But thinks none fees it 'cause itself is blind.
The very eye betrays our inward fmart ;
Or if by chance the face betray not it,
LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING WITH,, HIS MISTRESS.
HESE full two hours now have I gazing been,
To look on heaven with mighty gulfs between
Was the great mifer's greatest pain;
So near was he to heaven's delight,
As with the bleft converse he might,
Ah wretch! I feem to touch her now; but oh,
Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show,
As her hard foul's averfion from my love.
So travellers, that lose their way by night,
Th' uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light,
They fit them down, and weep in vain,
RESOLVED TO LOVE.
Wonder what the grave and wife
Think of all us that love;
Whether our pretty fooleries
Their mirth or anger move:
They understand not breath that words does want;
Our fighs to them are infignificant.
One of them faw me, th' other day,
Touch the dear hand which I admire;
My foul was melting strait away,
And dropt before the fire:
This filly wife-man, who pretends to know, -Ask'd why I look'd so pale, and trembled so ?
Another, from my mistress door
Saw me with eyes all watery come; Nor could the hidden caufe explore,
But thought fome fmoke was in the room: Such ignorance from unwounded learning came; He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame. If learn'd in other things you be,
And have in love no fkill,
For God's fake keep your arts from me,
Study or action others may embrace ;
My love 's my business, and my books her face.
These are but trifles, I confefs,
Which me, weak mortal! move;
Nor is your busy seriousness
Lefs trifling than my love :
The wifest king, who from his facred breast