"TIS very true, I thought you once as fair

As women in th' idea are;

Whatever here feems beauteous, feem'd to be
But a faint metaphor of thee:

But then, methoughts, there fomething fhin'd within,
Which caft this luftre o'er thy skin ;

Nor could I chufe but count it the fun's light,
Which made this cloud appear fo bright.
But, fince I knew thy falfehood and thy pride,
And all thy thousand faults befide,

A very Moor, methinks, plac'd near to thee,
White as his teeth would feem to be.
So men (they fay) by hell's delufions led,
Have ta'en a fuccubus to their bed;
Believe it fair, and themfelves happy call,
Till the cleft foot difcovers all :

Then they start from 't, half ghosts themselves with fear.
And devil, as 'tis, it does appear.

So, fince against my will I found thee foul,
Deform'd and crooked in thy foul,

My reason ftrait did to my fenfes fhew,

That they might be mistaken too :

Nay, when the world but knows how falfe you are,
There's not a man will think you fair;
Thy shape will monftrous in their fancies be,
They'll call their eyes as falfe as thee.
Be what thou wilt, hate will prefent thee fo
As Puritans do the Pope, and Papists Luther do.

PLA

PLATONICK

NDEEDI must confefs,

INDE

LOVE.

When fouls mix 'tis an happiness;
But not compleat till bodies too combine,
And closely as our minds together join:
But half of heaven the fouls in glory taste,
Till by love in heaven, at last,
Their bodies too are plac'd.

In thy immortal part

Man, as well as I, thou art ;

But fomething 'tis that differs thee and me;
And we must one even in that difference be.
I thee, both as a man and woman, prize;
For a perfect love implies

Love in all capacities.

Can that for true love pass,

When a fair woman courts her glass? Something unlike must in love's likeness be His wonder is, one, and variety :

For he, whofe foul nought but a foul can move,

Does a new Narciffus prove,

And his own image love.

That fouls do beauty know,

'Tis to the bodies" help they owe;

If, when they know 't, they ftrait abuse that trust,
And shut the body from 't, 'tis as unjust
As if I brought my dearest friend to fee
My mistress, and at th' inftant he
Should fteal her quite from me.

THE

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OVE in her funny eyes does basking play;
Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair;
Love does on both her lips for ever stray,
And fows and reaps a thousand kisses there:
In all her outward parts Love 's always feen ;
But oh! he never went within.

Within, Love's foes, his greatest foes, abide,
Malice, Inconftancy, and Pride:

So, the earth's face trees, herbs, and flowers, do dress,
With other beauties numberless;

But at the centre darkness is, and hell;
There wicked fpirits, and there the damned, dwell.

With me, alas! quite contrary it fares;
Darkness and death lie in my weeping eyes,
Defpair and palenefs in my face appears,
And grief, and fear, Love's greatest enemies;
But, like the Persian tyrant, Love within

Keeps his proud court, and ne'er is seen.
Oh! take my heart, and by that means you 211
Within too ftor'd enough of love :

prove

Give me but your's, I 'll by that change fo thrive,

That love in all my parts fhall live.

So powerful is this change, it render can
My outfide Woman, and your infide Man.

CLAD

CLAD ALL IN WHITE.

FAIREST thing that fhines below,

Why in this robe dost thou appear? Would'st thou a white most perfect show, 'Thou must at all no garment wear: Thou wilt feem much whiter fo,

Than winter when 'tis clad with fnow.

'Tis not the linen fhews fo fair;

Her skin shines through, and makes it bright:
So clouds themselves like funs appear,
When the fun pierces them with light:
So, lilies in a glass inclose,

The glafs will feem as white as those.

Thou now one heap of beauty art;
Nought outwards, or within, is foul:
Condensed beams make every part;
Thy body's cloathed like thy foul;
Thy foul, which does itself display,
Like a ftar plac'd i' th' milky-way.
Such robes the faints departed wear,
Woven all with light divine;
Such their exalted bodies are,
And with fuch full glory fhine :
But they regard not mortals' pain;
Men pray, I fear, to both in vain,

Yets

Yet, feeing thee so gently pure,

My hopes will needs continue ftill;
Thou would'st not take this garment, sure,
When thou had an intent to kill !

Of peace and yielding who would doubt,
When the white flag he fees hung out?

LEAVING ME, AND THEN LOVING MANY

S

O men, who once have caft the truth away,

Forfook by God, do strange wild lufts obey ;
So the vain Gentiles, when they left t' adore
One Deity, could not stop at thousands more :
Their zeal was fenfeless strait, and boundless, grown
They worship'd many a beast and many a ftone.
Ah, fair apostate ! couldst thou think to flee
From Truth and Goodness, yet keep unity?
I reign'd alone; and my blest self could call
The universal monarch of her all.

Mine, mine, her fair East-Indies were above,
Where those funs rise that chear the world of Love ;
Where beauties fhine like gems of richest price;
Where coral grows, and every breath is spice:
Mine too her rich Weft-Indies were below,
Where mines of gold and endless treasures grow.
But, as when the Pellæan conqueror dy'd,
Many small princes did his crown divide;
So, fince my love his vanquish'd world forfook,
Murder'd by poisons from her falsehood took,
An hundred petty kings claim each their part,
And rend that glorious empire of her heart.

MY