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said had not been true, If spoke by any else but you ;
Your speech will govern destiny, And Fate will change rather than you should lye.' 'Tis true, if human Reason were the guide,
Reason, methinks, was on my fide;
When th' authority 's divine.
Never so justly, sure, before,
For, whatsoe'er the question be,
When they descend to human view)
'Twould imitate or borrow thine :
Happy the eye which Truth could see
But happier far the eye
Than what I ow'd to thee before :
If Nature gave me power to write in verse,
Thy wondrous beauty and thy wit
Has such a sovereign right to it,
BATHING IN THE RIVER.
THE fith around her crowded, as they do
To the false light that treacherous fishers shew,,.. And all with as much ease might taken be,
As she at first took me ;
Among the waves appear,
To ghosts, that have no use of it;
Maids bury; and, for aught we know,
That do as swiftly waste :
But 'tis, alas! at land so too,
Kiss her, and as you part, you amorous waves
The good your bounties do ;
And how your use and beauty 's loft,
As in the ocean thou
No privilege dost know
Thyfelf yet still behind :
About the self-same thing.
Thuts and seals-up the spring.
LO V E
G I V EN
O V E R..
T is enough ; enough of time and pain
Hast thou consum'd in vain ;
Thyself with shadows to deceive ;
Three: Three of thy lustiest and thy freshest years
(Toss'd in forms of hopes and fears)
Set on fire i' th' midit o' the fea,
Resolve then on it, and by force or art
Free thy unlucky heart;
Th'ambition of thy love,
If e'er it home to its breast retire,
Though thousand beauties call it out :
To give a second wound,
Alas! what comfort is 't that I am grown
Secure of being again o'erthrown?
Lest any else should quarter there, Who has not only fack'd, but quite burnt down, the town.
THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER. 3679. Meeting accidentally with this poem in manu.
script, and being informed that it was a piece of the incomparable Mr. A. C's, I thought it unjust to hide such a treasure from the world. I remembered that our author, in his preface to his works to makes mention of some poems written by him on the late. civil war, of which the following copy is questionably a part. In his most imperfect and unfinished pieces, you will discover the hand of so great a master. And (whatever his own modesty might have advised to the contrary) there is not one careless stroke of his but what should be kept sacred to posterity. He could write nothing that was not worth the preserving, being habitually a poet, and always inspired. In this piece the judicious reader will find the turn of the verse to be his; the same copious and lively imagery of fancy, the same warmth of passion and delicacy of wit, that sparkles in all his writings. And certainly
This and the two following Poems are not given with certainty as Cowley's. They have been afcribed to him; are possibly genuine; and therefore are preserved in this collection. N.
See p. 16 of this Volume.