'Tis true, they fondly fet their hearts

On things of no delight;

To pafs all day for men of parts,

They pafs alone the night.

But Celia never breaks their reft;
Such fervants she difdains;
And fo the fops are dully bleft,
While I endure her chains.

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DREA M.

EADY to throw me at the feet

RE Of that fair nymph whom I adore,

Impatient thofe delights to meet
Which I enjoy'd the night before;

By her wonted scornful brow,

Soon the fond mistake I find; Ixion mourn'd his error fo,

When Juno's form the cloud refign'd.

Sleep, to make its charms more priz'd
Than waking joys, which moft prevail,
Had cunningly itself disguis'd

In a shape that could not fail.

There my Celia's fnowy arms,
Breafts, and other parts more dear,
Expofing new and unknown. charms,
To my transported foul appear.

Then

I ask their help, whofe malice I defy,

And mingle facrilege with piety.

But, that which muft yet more perplex my mind,
To love her truly, I muft feem unkind :
So unconcern'd a face my forrow wears,
I must restrain unruly floods of tears.

My eyes and tongue put on dissembling forms,
I fhew a calmnefs in the midst of storms;
I feem to hope when all my hopes are gone,
And, almost dead with grief, discover none.
But who can long deceive a loving eye,
Or with dry eyes behold his mistress die?
When paffion had with all its teriors brought
Th' approaching danger nearer to my thought,
Off on a fudden fell the forc'd disguise,
And fhew'd a fighing heart in weeping eyes :
My apprehenfions, now no more confin'd,
Expos'd my forrows, and betray'd my mind.
The fair afflicted foon perceives my tears,
Explains my fighs, and thence concludes my fears:
With fad prefages of her hopelefs cafe,

She reads her fate in my dejected face ;
Then feels my torment, and neglects her own,
While I am fenfible of hers alone;

Each does the other's burthen kindly bear,
I fear her death, and the bewails my fear:
Though thus we fuffer under Fortune's darts,
'Tis only those of love which reach our hearts.
Meanwhile the fever mocks at all our fears,
"s by our fighs, and rages at our tears:

Thofe

Thofe vain effects of our as vain defire,

Like wind and oil, increase the fatal fire.
Almeria then, feeling the deftinies

About to fhut her lips, and close her eyes;
Weeping, in mine, fix'd her fair trembling hand,
And with thefe words I fcarce could underftand,
Her paffion in a dying voice exprefs'd

Half, and her fighs, alas! made out the rest.

'Tis past ; this
pang Nature gives o'er the ftrife;
Thou must thy mistress lofe, and I my life.
I die; but, dying thine, the fates may prove
Their conqueft over me, but not my love:
Thy memory, my glory, and my pain,
In spite of death itself shall still remain.
Dearest Orontes, my hard fate denies,

That hope is the last thing which in us diès :

From my griev'd breast all those soft thoughts are fled,
And love furvives it though my hope is dead;

I yield my life, but keep my paffion yet,
And can all thoughts, but of Orontes, quit.

My flame increases as my ftrength decays;

Death, which puts out the light, the heat will raife:
That still remains, though I from hence remove;
I lofe my lover, but I keep my love.

The fighs which fent forth that last tender word,'
Up tow'rds the heavens like a bright meteor foar'd;
And the kind nymph, not yet bereft of charms,
Fell cold and breathlefs in her lover's arms.

Goddefs, who now my fate haft understood,
Spare but my tears, and freely take my blood:
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Here

Here let me end the ftory of my cares;
My dismal grief enough the rest declares.
Judge thou by all this mifery difplay'd,
Whether I ought not to implore thy aid:
Thus to furvive, reproaches on me draws;
Never fad wishes had so just a cause.

Come then, my only hope; in every place
Thou visitest, men tremble at thy face,
And fear thy name: once let thy fatal hand
Fall on a fwain that does the blow demand.
Vouchsafe thy dart; I need not one of those,
With which thou doft unwilling kings depose:
A welcome death the flightest wound can bring,
And free a foul already on her wing.
Without thy aid, moft miferable I
Must ever wish, yet not obtain to dic.

L

ODE ON LOVE.

I.

ET others fongs or fatires write,
Provok'd by Vanity or Spite;

My Mufe a nobler cause shall move,

To found aloud the praife of Love:
That gentle, yet resistless heat,
Which raises men to all things good and great:
While other paffions of the mind
To low brutality debase mankind,
By love we are above ourselves refin'd.

Oh love, thou trance divine! in which the foul, Unclogg'd with wordly cares, may range without control; And foaring to her heaven, from thence infpir'd can teach High mysteries, above poor Reason's feeble reach.

II.

To weak old age, Prudence fome aid may prove
And curb thofe appetites that faintly move;
But wild, impetuous youth is tam'd by nothing lefs
than love.

Of men too rough for peace, too rude for arts,
Love's power can penetrate the hardest hearts;
And through the closest pores a passage find,
Like that of light, to fhine all o'er the mind,
The want of love does both extremes produce;
Maids are too nice, and men as much too loofe;
While equal good an amorous couple find,
She makes him conftant, and he makes her kind.
New charms in vain a lover's faith would prove;
Hermits or bed-rid men they 'll fooner move:
The fair inveigler will but fadly find,

There's no fuch eunuch as a man in love.
But when by his chaste nymph embrac’'d,'
(For love makes all embraces chaste)
Then the transported creature can

Do wonders, and is more than man.

Both heaven and earth would our defires confine ;
But yet in vain both heaven and earth combine,
Unless where love bleffes the great defign.
Hymen makes fast the hand, but love the heart;
He the fool's god, thou nature's Hymen art;

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