you

His fate, who this long time he keeps away,
Mourns all the night, and fighs out all the day;
Grieving yet more, when he reflects that
Muft not be happy, or must not be true.
But fince to me it feems a blacker fate
To be inconftant, than unfortunate;
Remember all those vows between us past,
When I from all I value parted last ;
May you alike with kind impatience burn,
And fomething mifs, till I with joy return;
And foon may pitying heaven that bleffing give,
As in the hopes of that alone I live.

LOVE'S

SLAVERY.

GRAVE fops my envy now beget,

Who did my pity move;

They, by the right of wanting wit,
Are free from cares of love.

Turks honour fools, because they are
By that defect fecure

From flavery and toils of war,
Which all the reft endure.

So I, who fuffer cold neglect
And wounds from Celia's eyes,
Begin extremely to refpect

Thefe fools that feem fo wife.

'Tis true, they fondly fet their hearts

On things of no delight;

To pafs all day for men of parts,

They pass alone the night.

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

THE

DRE A M.

RE

EADY to throw me at the feet
Of that fair nymph whom I adore,

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

By her wonted fcornful 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 most prevail,
Had cunningly itself disguis'd

In a fhape that could not fail.

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

Then

Then you fo much kindness show,

My defpair deluded flies;

And indulgent dreams bestow
What your cruelty denies.

Blush not that your image Love
Naked to my fancy brought;
'Tis hard, methinks, to difapprove
The joys I feel without your

Wonder not a fancy'd blifs

fault.

Can fuch griefs as mine remove;

That honour as fantastic is,

Which makes you flight fuch conftant love..

The virtue which you value fo,

Is but a fancy frail and vain; Nothing is folid here below, Except my love and your

difdain.

To One who accufed him of being too fenfual in. his Love.

THINK not, my fair, 'tis fin or fhame,
To blefs the man who fo adores;

Nor give fo hard, unjust a name,

To all thofe favours he implores.

Beauty is heaven's most bounteous gift esteem'd,
Because by love men are from vice redeem'd.

Yet

Yet with not vainly for a love

From all the force of nature clear:

That is referv'd for those above,

And 'tis a fault to claim it here.

For fenfual joys ye fcorn that we should love ye,
But love without them is as much above ye.

THE WARNING.

LOVERS, who wafte your thoughts and youth

In paffion's fond extremes,

Who dream of women's love and truth,

And doat upon your dreams :

I should not here your fancy take
From fuch a pleasing state,
Were you not fure at last to wake,
And find your fault too late.

Then learn betimes, the love which crowns

Our cares is all but wiles, Compos'd of falfe fantastic frowns,

And foft diffembling fimiles.

With anger, which fometimes they feign,

They cruel tyrants prove;

And then turn flatterers again,

With as affected love.

As if fome injury was meant

To those they kindly us❜d,

Those lovers are the most content

That have been still refus'd.

Since

Since each has in his bofom nurft

A falfe and fawning foe,

'Tis juft and wife, by striking first,

To 'fcape the fatal blow.

TO A MORE T T A.

HEN I held out against your eyes,

WE

You took the fureft courfe;

A heart unwary to furprize,

You ne'er could take by force.

However, though I strive no more,
The fort will now be priz'd,
Which, if furrender'd up before,
Perhaps had been defpis'd.

But, gentle Amoretta, though
I cannot love refift,

Think not, when you have caught me fo,
To ufe me as you lift.

Inconftancy or coldness will

My foolish heart reclaim :

Then I come off with honour still,
But you, alas with fhame.

A heart by kindness only gain'd,
Will a dear conquest prove;

And, to be kept, muft be maintain'd
At vaft expence of love.