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Who first the gen'rous Steed oppreft,

Not kneeling did falute the Beast;

But with high Courage, Life and Force
Approaching, tam'd th' unruly Horse.
Unwifely we the wifer East

Pity, fuppofing them opprest

With Tyrants Force, whose Law is Will,
By which they Govern, Spoil and Kill:
Each Nymph but moderately Fair,
Commands with no less Rigor here.

Shou'd fome brave Turk, that walks among
His twenty Laffes Bright and Young,
And beckons to the willing Dame
Prefer'd to quench his prefent Flame,
Behold as many Gallants here,
With modeft Guife, and filent Fear,
All to one Female Idol bend,

While her high Pride does fcarce defcend
To mark their Follies, he wou'd fwear
That these her Guard of Eunuchs were:
And that a more Majeftick Queen,
Or humbler Slaves, he had not seen.
All this with Indignation spoke,
In vain I ftruggled with the Yoke

Of mighty Love; that conqu'ring Look,
When next beheld, like Lightning ftrook
My blafted Soul, and made me bow
Lower than those I pity'd now.

So the tall Stag upon the brink

Of fome smooth Stream about to drink,
Surveying there his armed Head,

With fhame remembers that he fled
The fcorned Dogs, refolves to try
The Combat next; but if their Cry
Invades again his trembling Ear,
He ftrait refumes his wonted Care;
Leaves the untafted Spring behind,
And, wing'd with Fear, out-flies the Wind.

To PHILLIS.

Hillis, why fhou'd we delay

PHillis,

Pleasures fhorter than the Day?

Cou'd we (which we never can)
Stretch our Lives beyond their Span;
Beauty like a Shadow flies,
And our Youth before us dies.
Or wou'd Youth and Beauty stay,
Love hath Wings, and will away.
Love hath swifter Wings than Time;
Change in Love to Heav'n does climb;
Gods that never change their State,
Vary oft their Love and Hate.

Phillis, to this Truth we owe

All the Love betwixt us two:

Let

Let not you and I inquire,

What has been our past Defire:

On what Shepherds you have fmil'd,

Or what Nymphs I have beguil'd;

Leave it to the Planets too,

What we fhall hereafter do;

For the Joys we now may prove,
Take advice of present Love.

To PHILLIS.

PHillis, 'twas Love that injur'd you,

And on that Rock your Thirfis threw,
Who for Proud Calia cou'd have have dy'd,
While you no lefs accus'd his Pride.

Fond Love his Darts at random throws,
And nothing springs from what he fows:
From Foes discharg'd as often meet
The shining points of Arrows fleet,
In the wide Air creating Fire,
As Souls that join in one Defire.

Love made the lovely Venus burn
In vain, and for the cold Youth mourn,
Who the pursuit of churlish Beasts
Preferr❜d to Sleeping on her Breasts.

Love makes fo many Hearts the Prize
Of the bright Carlife's conqu'ring Eyes,

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Which fhe regards no more, than they

The Tears of leffer Beauties weigh:
So have I feen the loft Clouds pour
Into the Sea a useless Show'r,

And the vext Sailors curfe the Rain,
For which poor Shepherds pray'd in vain.
Then, Phillis, fince our Paffions are
Govern'd by Chance, and not by Care,
But fport of Heav'n, which takes delight
To look upon this Parthian Fight
Of Love, ftill flying, or in Chafe,

Never encount'ring Face to Face;

No more to Love we'll facrifice,
But to the best of Deities:

And let our Hearts, which Love disjoin'd,

By his kind Mother be combin'd.

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iPeace Chloris, Peace, or Singing dies

That together you and I

To

To Heav'n may go:

For all we know

Of what the Blessed do above,

Is, that they Sing, and that they Love.

SONG.

TAY Phoebus, ftay,

STAY

The World to which you fly fo fast,

Conveying Day

From us to them, can pay your Hafte With no fuch Object, and falute your Rife

With no fuch Wonder, as de Mornay's Eyes.

Well does this prove

The Error of those antique Books,

Which made you move

About the World; her charming Looks Wou'd fix your Beams, and make it ever Day, Did not the rowling Earth fnatch her away.

To A MORE T.

A Moret, the Milky Way,

Fram'd of many nameless Stars,

The smooth Stream, where none can say,

He this Drop to that prefers.

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Amoret,

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