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Round-hooft, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eyes, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, strait legs, and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.
Look, what a horse should have, he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather :
To bid the wind abafe he now prepares,
And where he run, or fly, they know not whither.
For thro' his mane and tail the high wind fings,
Fanning the hairs which heave like feather'd wings.
He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her ;
She answers him, as if she knew his mind :
Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,
She puts on dutward ftrangeness, seems unkind,
Spurns at his love, and fcorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.
Then, like a melancholy malecontent,
He veils his tail ; that like a falling plume,
Cool shadow to his melting buttocks lent;
He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume:
His love perceiving how he is enrag'd,
Grew kinder, and his fury was afluag'd.
His teafty master goes about to take him,
When lo! the unback'd breeder, full of fear,
Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him,
With her the horse, and left Adonis there.
As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
Out-stripping crows, that strive to over-fly them.
All fwoln with chafing, down Adonis Gits,
Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast.
And now the happy season once more fits,
That love-fick Love, by pleading may be blest.
For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong,
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.
An oven that is stopp'd, or river staid,
Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage :-.
So of concealed sorrow may be said;
Free vent of words love's fire doth. assuage :
But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
The client breaks, as desperate in his fuit.
He sees her coming, and begins to glow,
Even as a dying coal revives with wind;
And with his bonnet bides his angry brow,
Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind
Taking no notice, that she is so nigh,
For all askance he holds her in his eye.
O! what a fight it was wisly to view
How she came stealing to the wayward boy;.
To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
How white and red each other did destroy !
But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky.-
Now was she just before him, as he fat,
And like a lowly lover down she kneels; .
With one fair hand. The heaveth up his hat,
Her other tender hand his fair, cheeks feels :
His tender cheeks receive her soft hand's printis
As: apt, as new,fallen snow takes any dint.
! what a war of looks was then between them! Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing ; His eyes saw her eyes, as they had not seen them ;. Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing :
And all this dumb play had his acts made plain, With tears, which chorus-like, her eyes did sain.
Full gently. now Me takes him by the hand,
A lily prison'd in a jail of snow,
Or ivory in an alabaster band,
So white a friend ingirts so white a foe!'
This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
Shew'd like to Glver doves, that fit a billing.
Once more the engine of her thoughts began :-
O fairelt mover on this mortal round!
Would thou wert, as I am, and I.a man,
My heart all whole, as thine, thy heart my wound.
For one sweet look my help I would affure thee,
Tho' nothing but my body's bane would cure thee.
Give me my hand (saith he) why dost thou feel it ?
Give me thy heart (faith fhe) and thou shalt have it.
O! give it me, left thy hard heart do steel it ;
And being steel'd, soft fighs can never grave it:
Then love's deep groans I never Thall regard,
Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.
For Chame, he cries, let go, and let me go,
My day's delight is past, my horse is
And 'tis your fault, I am bereft him so:
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone.
For all my mind, my thought, my busy care,
Is how to get my palfrey, from the mare.
Thus she replies: Thy palfrey, as he should,
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet defire:
Affection is a coal, that must be coolid;
Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none ;
Therefore no marvel tho' thy horse be gone.
How like a jade he stood, ty'd to a tree;
Servilely mastred with a leathern rein!
But when he saw his love, bis youth's fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain ;
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest;
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breait.
Who sees his true love in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter bue than white,
But when his glutton eye fo full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight?
Who is so faint, that dare not be fo bold
To touch the fire, the weather being.cold ?.
Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy
And learn of him, I heartily befeech thee,
To take advantage on presented joy;
Tho' I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
O! learn to love, the lesson is but plain,
And once made perfect, never loft again.
I know not love (quoth he) nor will I know it,
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it ;
'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it,
My love to love, is love but to disgrace it ;
For I have heard it is a life in death,
That laughs, and weeps, and all but in a breath.
Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd ?
Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth ?
If springing things be any jot diminishid,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.
The colt that's back'd, and burn'd being young,
Loseth his pride, and never waxeth strong.
You hurt my hand with wringing: let us part,
And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat;
Remove your fiege from my unyielding heart,
To love's alarm it will not ope the gate.
Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flate’ry;
For where a heart is hard, they make no batt'ry.
What! can'ít thou talk? (quoth she) halt thou a tongue?
O! would thou had it not, or I had no hearing !
Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong!
I had my load before, now press'd with bearing.
Melodious discord! heavenly tune harsh-sounding !
Earth's deep sweet musick! and heart's deep fore-
Had I no eyes, but ears, my ears would love
That inward beauty, and invisible :
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
part of me, that were but sensible.
Tho' neither eyes, nor ears to hear nor fee,
Yet should I be in love, by touching thee.
Say, that the sense of reason were bereft me,
And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch ;
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be still as much :
For from the stillatory of thy face excelling,
Comes breath perfum'd, that breedeth love by