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and those scorching beams to shun,
If the soul had free, election
T is amazement more than love
Amoret! as sweet and good
Sacharissa's beauty's wine,
Scarce can I to Heav'o excuse
which I thither ought to send 3
Then smile on me, and I will prove wonder is shorter-lived than love.
7 TO PHYLLIS. Phyilis! why should we delay pleasures shorter than the day Could we (which we never can) stretch our lives beyond their span, beauty like a shadow flies, and our youth before us dies. Or would 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. Phyllis ! to this truth, we owe all the Love betwist us two. Let not you and I'enquire what has been our past desire; on what shepherds you have sm ifd : or what nymphs I have beguild : leave it to the planets too what we shall hereafter do ; for the joys we now may prove, take advice of present love.
TO THE MUTABLE FAIR.1, Here, Cælia ! for thy sake I part with all that grew'so near my heart: the passion that I had for thee, the faith, the love, the constancy ! and, that I may successful prove, transform myself to what you love.
Fool that I was ! so much to prize those simple virtues you despise: fool! that with such dull arrows strove, or hop'd to reach a flying dove: for you, that are in motion still, decline our force, and mock our skill; who, like Don Quixote, do advance against a windmill our vain lance.
Now will I wander through the air, mount, make a stoop at ev'ry fair ; and, with a fancy unconfin'd, (as lawless as the sea or wind,) pursue you wheresoe'er you fly, and with your various thoughts comply. The formal stars do travel so, as we their names and courses know; and he that on their changes looks would think them govern'd by our books; but never were the clouds reduc'd to any art: the inotion us'd by those free vapours are so light, so frequent, that the conquer'd sight despairs to find the rules that guide those gilded shadows as they slide ; and therefore of the spacious air Jove's royal consort had the care ; and by that pow'r did once escape,
declining bold Ixion's rape:
Such was that image, so it smild with seeming kindness, which beguil'd your Thyrsis lately, when he thoughts he had his fleeting Cælia caught. 'T was shap'd like her;, but for the fair, he fill'd bis arms with yielding air.
A fate for which he grieves the less, because the gods had like success : for in their story onę, we see, pursues a nymph, and takes a tree: a second, with a lover's haste, soon overtakes whom he had chas'd; but she that did a virgin seem, possess'd, appears a wand'ring stream. For his supposed love, a third lays greedy hold upon a bird, and stands amaz'd to find his dear a wild inhabitant of th' air !
To these old tales such nymphs as you give credit, and still make them new; the am'rous now like wonders find in the swift changes of your mind.
But, Cælia, if you apprehend the Muse of your incensed friend, nor would that he record your blame, and make it live, repeat the same; again deceive him, and again, and then he swears he'll not complain : for still to be deluded so is all the pleasure lovers know; who, like good falc'ners, take delight not in the quarry, but the flight,
TO A LADY,
Madam! intending to have try'd
had deserv'd to take
SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! tell her that wastes her time and me,
that now she knows, when I resemble her to thee, how sweet and fair she seems to be.