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Tut O! my sweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, maft'ring what not ftrives?
Playing the place which did no form receive ;
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gives !
She that her fame fo to herself contrives,
The scars of battle fcapeth, by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her migbt..
O! pardon me, in that my boast is true ;
The accident which brought me to her eye,
Upon the moment did her force subdue,
And now she would the caged cloister fly ;
Religious love put out religious eye :
Not to be tempted, would she be immur'd;
And now to tempt, all liberty procur'd.
How mighty then you are, ( hear me tell !
The broken bofoms that to me belong,
Have empty'd all their fountains in sy well ;,
And mine I pour your ocean all among.
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being stronga.
Must for your victory us all congeft,
As compound love to phyfick your cold breast..
My parts had power to charm a facred fun;
Tho' difciplin'd, I dieted in grace,
Believ'd her eyes, when they t'affail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place.
0! most potential love ! vow, bond, nor spaces"-
In thee bath neither ftring, knot nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things-else are thine.
When thou impreffest, what are precepts worth,
Of ftale example? When thou wilt enfiame,
How coldly those impediments stand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame?
Love's arms are peace,'gainst rule, 'gainst sense,'gain

shame,

And sweetness in the suffering pang it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
Now all these hearts, that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
And supplicant, their fighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending loft audience to my sweet design,
And credent foul to that strong bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.
This said, his watry eyes he did dismount,
Whose lights till then were levelid on my face,
Each cheek. a river running from a fount,
With brinish current downward flow'd apace.
Oh! how the channel to the stream gave grace !
Who glaz'd with crystal gate the glowing roses,
That flame thro' water which their hue inclofes..
Oh ! father! what a hell of witchcraft lies,
In the small orb of one particular tear !
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?'
What breast so cold; that is not warmed here?:
Oh! cleft effect.! cold modesty, hot wrath !
Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath..
For lo! his passion but an art of craft,
Even there resolv'd my reaton into tears ;.
There my white stole of chastity I dalt,
Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears,
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting, tho' our drops this difference bore,
His poison’d me and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of subtil matter,
Apply'd to cautless, all strange forms receives
Qf burning blushes, or of weeping water,

Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves
In either's apitness, as it beft deceives :
To blush at ipeeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and swoon at tragic shows :
That not a heart, which in his level came
Could 'fcape the bail of his all-hurting aim,
Shewing fair nature is both wild and tame :
And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim;
Against the thing he fought, he wou'd exclaim ;
When he most burnt in heart-with'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.
Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd ;
That th’ unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd :
Who, young and limple, would not be so lover'd?
Ah me! I fell : and yet do question make,
What I should do again for such a fake.
Oh! that intected moisture of his eye!
Oh! that falfe fire which in his cheek so glow'd !!
Oh! that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly ! :
Oh! that fad breath his fpongy fungs beftow'd !
Oh! all that borrow'd motion, seeming ow'd !
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid.

The Amorous Epifle of Paris to Helen.

Health unto Leda's daughter, Priam's son
Sends in these lines, whole health cannot be won.
But by your gitt, in whore power it may lie
To make me whole or fick; to live or die.
Shall I then speak? or doth my flame appear.
Plain without index? Oh! 'tis that I fear!

My love without discovering smile takes place,
And more than I could wish, shines in my face ;
When I could rather in my thoughts defire
To hide the smoke, till time display the fire :
Time, that can make the fire of love thine clear,
Untroubled with the milty smoke of fear.
But I diffemble it ; for who, I pray,

!
Can fire conceal ? that will itself betray,
Yet if you look, I should affirm that plain
In words, which in my countenance I maintains.
I burn, I burn, my faults I have confess’d,
My words bear witness how my looks transgress’d.
Oh! pardon me, that have confess'd my error,
Cast not upon my lines a look of terror ;
But as your beauty is beyond compare,
Suit unto that your looks (oh! you most fair!)
That you may letter have receiv'd by this,
The fuppofition glads me, and I wish,
By hope encourag'd, hope that makes me strong,
You will receive me in some sort ere long.
I ask no more, than what the queen of beauty
Hath promis'd me, for you are mine by duty.
By her I claim you, you for me were made,
And she it was my journey did persuade.
Nor, lady, think your beauty vainly fought;
I by divine instinct was hither brought :
And to this enterprize the heavenly powers
Have given consent, the gods proclaim me yours..
I aim at wonders, for I cover you ;
Yet pardon me, I ask but what's my due,
Venus herself my journey hither led,
And gives you freely to my promis'd bed.
Under her conduct safe the feas I past,
Till I arriv'd upon these coafts at last:

Shipping myself from the Sygean shore,
Whence unto these confines my course I bore.
She made the furges gentle, the winds fair ;
Nor marvel whence these calms proceeded are :
Need muft fhe power upon the falt seas bave,
That was fea-born, created from a wave..
Still may she stand in her ability,
And as she made the seas with much facility,
To be thro' fail'd; fo may the calm my heat,.
And bear my thoughts to their desired seat,
My flames I found not here ;. no, I proteft,
I brought them with me closed in my breaft;
Myself transported them without attorney,
Love was the motive to my tedious journey.
Not blust'ring winter, when he triumph's moft,
Nor any error drove me to this coast :
Not led by fortune where the rough winds pleases.
Nor merchant-like, for gain cross'd I the seas.
Fulness of wealth in all my fleet I fee,
I'm rich in all things, fave in wanting thee.
No.ípoil of petty nations- my ship seeks,
Nor land I as a spy among the Greeks.
What need we ? See, of all things we have store ! -
Compar'd with Troy, alas ! your Greece is poor.
For thee I come, thy fame hath thus far diiven me,
Whom golden Venus hath by promise given me.
I wish'd thee ere I knew thee, long ago,
Before there eyes dwelt on this glorious fhow.
I saw thee in my thoughts; know, beauteous dame,
I first beheld you with the eyes of fame.
Nor marvel, lady, I was stroke so far.
Thus darts or arrows sent from bows of war,
Wound a great distance off : so was I hit
With a deep smarting wound, that rankles yet..

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