's Fetter'd is an Owl I found it very convenient and happy to disingage from Love and I have wondred a thousand times at the Follies that God has made me commit And though I somtimes thought on Silvia I thought her less charming and fair than she was before her fall and the Humour I now was in represented her no more meriting that Passion I once had for her and I fancied she had lost all those Graces for which once I lov'd her In fine I was so wholly recovered of my disease of Love for Silvia that I began to be uneasie for want of imploying my Addresses and a change from so violent a Passion to such a degree of coldness became insupportable to one of my Youth and natural Gayety insomuch that I was seized with a Dulness or Languishment and so great a fit of Melancholy as I had never felt the like and my Heart that was so accustomed to Love was so out of Humour that it had no Object or Business for thought that it lost all its Harmony and Wit it having nothing to excite it to Life and Motion passing from so vast a degree of tenderness to an unconcern equally extream I thought it rude ill-bred and idle to live so indifferent and insignificant a Life And walking perpetually by myself or with those of my own Sex that could not make my diversion I sung all day this following Song to a Hum-drum Tune to myself Not to sigh and to be tender Not to talk and prattle Love Is a Life no good can render And insipidly does move Unconcern do's Life destroy Which without Love can know no Joy Life without adoring Beauty Will be useless all the day Love's a part of Human Duty And 't is Pleasure to obey In vain the Gods did Life bestow Where kinder Love has nought to do What is Life but soft desires And that Soul that is not made To entertain what Love inspires Oh thou dull immortal Shade thou 'dst better part with Flesh and Blood Than be where Life 's not understood These were my notions of Life and I found myself altogether useless in the World without Love methought I had nothing to animate me to Gallant things without Love or Women I had no use of Wit or Youth without the fair and yet I did not wish wholly to ingage myself neither a second time having been so ill-treated before by Love But I found there were ways to entertain one's self agreeably enough without dying or venturing the breaking of a heart for the matter That there were Beauties to be obtained without the hazard of hanging or drowning one's self I never had tryed but I found it natural enough to my Humour and Constitution to flatter and dissemble swear and lye I viewed my self in my Glass and found myself very well recovered from the Ruins my first Amour had made and believed myself as fit for Conquest as any Sir Fopling or Sir Courtly Nice of 'em all To this fine Person and good Meen and Shape as I thought I added handsom Dressing the thing that takes the Heart infinitely above all your other Parts and thus set out a snare for vain Beauty I every day went out of the City of Indifference to see what new Adventures I could meet withal One day I incountred a Woman who at first sight appeared very agreeable she had an Air easie free and Galliard such as fails not to take at first view This was Coquettre who the very first time she saw me Addrest herself to me with very great Complisance and good Humour and invited me to her Apartment where she assured me I should not fail to be entertained very agreeably and at the same time pulling out of her Pocket a Paper she shewed me these Words written Let Love no more your Heart inspire Thô Beauty every hour you see Pass no farther than desire If you 'll truly happy be Every day fresh Objects view And for all have Complisance Search all places still for new And to all make some Advance For where Wit and Youth agree There 's no Life like Gallantry Laura's Heart you may receive And tomorrow Julia's prise Take what young Diana gives Pity Lucia when she dies Portia's Face you must admire And to Clorin's Shape submit Phillis Dancing gives you Fire Celia's Softness Clara's Wit Thus all at once you may persue 'T is too little to Love two The powerful smiling God of Hearts So much tenderness imparts You must upon his Altars lay A thousand Offerings every day And so soft is kind desire Oh! so Charming is the Fire That if nice Adraste scorns Gentler Ariadne burns Still Another keep in play If One refuse to give you Joy Cease therefore to disturb your Hours For having two desires A Heart can manage two Amours And burn with several Fires The day has hours enough in store To visit two or half a score I gave her thanks for her good Counsel and found I needed not much persuasion to follow Coquettre to a City that bears her Name and I saw over the Gate of the City at my Entrance these Verses writ in Gold Letters The God of Love beholding every day Slaves from his Empire to depart away For Hearts that have been once with Love fatigu'd A second time are ne'r again intrigu'd No second Beauty e'r can move The Soul to that degree of Love This City built that we might still obey Thô we refus'd his Arbitrary Sway 'T is here we find a grateful Recompence For all Loves former Violence Tir'd with his Laws we hither come To meet a kinder softer doom 'T is here the God without the Tyrant Reigns And Laws agreeable ordains Here 't is with Reason and with Wit he Rules And whining Passion Ridicules No check or bound to Nature gives But kind desire rewarded thrives Peevish uneasy Pride the God Has banish'd from the blest abode All Jealousies all Quarrels cease And here Love lives in perfect Peace This agreeable description gave me new desire to enter into the City where I incountred a thousand fine Persons all gloriously drest as if they were purposely set out for Conquest There was nothing omitted of Cost and Gallantry that might render 'em intirely Charming and they employ'd all their Arts of Looks and Dress to gain Hearts It is in a word from these fair Creatures you are to draw your Satisfaction and 't is indeed at a dear rate you buy it yet notwithstanding the Expence a world of People persue ' em When I came into the City I was soon perceived to be a Stranger there and while I was considering whither I should go or how to address myself to these fair Creatures a little Coquett Cupid presented himself to me for a kind Instructer and to explain him this in a word is his Character He is of the same Race with the other Cupids has the same Mother too Venus He wears a Bow and Arrows like the rest of the young Loves
but he has no Bando nothing to cover his Eyes but he sees perfectly nor has he any Flambeau And all the Laws of Coquettre he understands and observes exactly I had no sooner received the little Charming God but he instructed me in all the most powerful Arts to please in all his little wiles and agreeable deceits all which he admits of as the most necessary Recourses to that great end of Man his true diversion With all which I was so extreamly pleased that resolving to be his Votary I followed him to the most delightful place in the World the City of Gallantry Gallantry is a City very magnificent at the Entrance of the Gate you incounter Liberality a Woman of great Wit delicate Coversation and Complisance This Lady gives her Pasport to all that enter and without which you cannot pass or at least with great difficulty and then too you pass your time but very ill and the more Pasports you have the better you are received from the fair Inhabitants and pass your time more agreeable with the fine Conversation you meet with in this City Love told me this and it was therefore that I took a great many Pasports from this acceptable Person Liberality But what renders you yet more Favoured by the Fair and the Young who reside at Gallantry is to have a delicate soft Wit an assiduous Address and a tender way of Conversing but that which best cullies and pleases the Generality of People there is Liberality and Complisance This place of so great Divertisement is refrequented with all the Parties of the best and most amiaable Company where they invent a thousand new Pleasures every day Feasting Balls Comedies and Sports Singing and Serinads are what employs the whole Four and twenty hours By the Virtue of my Pasports from Liberality I was introduced to all the fine Conversations and Places that afford Pleasure and Delight I had the good Fortune to make Parties insomuch that I was soon known to all the Company in the City and past the day in Feasting going with the Young and Fair to delightful Villa's Gardens or Rivers in Chaces and a thousand things that pleas'd and the Nights I passed in Serinading so that I did not give myself time for Melancholy and yet for all this I was wearied and fatigued for when once one has tasted of the Pleasure of Loving and being Beloved all that comes after that is but flat and dull and if one's Heart be not a little inflamed all things else are insignificant and make but very slight touches I began therefore for all this to be extreamly Shagreen and out of Humour amid'st all these Pleasures till one lucky day I met with an Adventure that warmed my Heart with a tender flame which it had not felt since my happy beginning one for Silvia One day as I said I was conducted by my officious Cupid into a Garden very beautiful where there are a thousand Labyrinths and Arbours Walks Grotto's Groves and Thickets and where all the Fair and the Gay resorted 't was here I incountred a young Beauty called Bellinda she was well made and had an admirable meen an Air of Gayety and Sweetness but that which charmed me most of all was her Wit which was too ingaging for me to defend my Heart against I found mine immediately submitting to her Conversation and you may imagine I did not part with her so long as Decency and good Manners permitted me to stay with her which was as long as any Company was in the place nor then till by my importunity I had gained so much upon her to suffer my Visits which she did with a Condescention that gave me abundance of hope I was no sooner gone but my Cupid who took care of me and entertained me to the best Advantage carryed me that Evening to a Ball where there were a world of Beauties among the rest one fair as imagination can conceive she had all the Charmes of Youth and Beauty though not so much Wit and Air as Bellinda To this young adorable I made my Court all the time I remained there and fancied I never found myself so Charmed I fancied all the Graces had taken up their dwelling in her Divine Face and that to subdue one so fair and so innocent must needs be an extream Pleasure Yet did I not so wholly fix my desires on this lovely Person but that the Wit of Bellinda shared my Heart with the Beauty and Youth of Bellimante so was this young Charmer called I was extreamly well pleas'd to find I could a-new take fire and infinitely more when I found I should not be subdued by one alone nor confined to dull Dotage on a single Beauty but that I was able to attain to the greatest Pleasure that of Loving two amiable Persons at once If with two I hoped I might with Two score if I pleas'd and had occasion and though at first it seemed to be very strange and improbable to feel a Passion for two yet I found it true and could not determin which I had the greatest tenderness for or inclination to But 't is most certain that this Night I found or thought I found more for Bellimante who fired me with every Smile I confess she wanted that Gayety of Spirit Bellinda had to maintain that fire she raised And ever when I was thoughtful a moment Coquettre who is ever in all the Conversation and where she appears very magnificent and with a great Train would smiling sing softly in my Ear this Song for she is very Galliard Cease to defend your Amorous Heart Against a double flame Where two may claim an equal Part Without reproach or shame 'T is Love that makes Life's happiness And he that best wou'd live By Love alone must Life caress And all his Darts receive Coquettre is a Person that endeavours to please and humour every Body but of all those who every day fill her Train she caresses none with that Address and Assiduity as she did me for I was a new Face to whom she is ever most obliging and entertaining However notwithstanding the Advice of Coquettre I fancied this young Charmer had ingaged all my Soul and while I gazed on her Beauty I thought on Bellinda no more but believed I should wholly devote myself to Bellimante whose Eyes alone seemed capable to inflame me I took my leave with Sighs and went home extream well pleas'd with this days Adventure All this Night I slept as well as if no tenderness had toucht my Heart and though I Lov'd infinitely it gave me no disturbance the next morning a thousand pleasant things Bellinda had said to me came into my mind and gave me a new inclination to entertain myself with that witty Beauty and dressing myself in haste with the desire I had to be with her I went again the morning being very inviting to the Garden where before I had seen her and was so lucky to encounter her I found
all its humble feebles know Where wert thou oh malicious spright When shining Honour did invite When interest call'd then thou wert shy Nor to my aid one kind propension brought Nor wou'd'st inspire one tender thought When Princes at my feet did lye When thou coud'st mix ambition with my joy Then peevish Phantôm thou wer 't nice and coy Not Beauty cou'd invite thee then Nor all the Arts of lavish Men Not all the powerful Rhetorick of the Tongue Not sacred Wit cou'd charm thee on Not the soft play that lovers make Nor sigh cou'd fan thee to a fire Not pleading tears nor vows cou'd thee awake Or warm the unform'd somthing to desire Oft I 've conjur'd thee to appear By youth by love by all their powrs Have searcht and sought thee every where In silent Groves in lonely bowrs On Flowry beds where lovers wishing lye In sheltering Woods where sighing maids To their assigning Shepherds hye And hide their blushes in the gloom of shades Yet there even there thô youth assail'd Where Beauty prostrate lay and fortune woo'd My heart insensible to neither bow'd Thy lucky aid was wanting to prevail In courts I sought thee then thy proper sphear But thou in crowds we'rt stifl'd there Int'rest did all the loving business do Invites the youths and wins the Virgins too Or if by chance some heart thy empire own Ah power ingrate the slave must be undone Tell me thou nimble fire that dost dilate Thy mighty force thrô every part What God or Human power did thee create In my till now unfacil heart Art thou some welcome plague sent from above In this dear form this kind disguise Or the false offspring of mistaken love Begot by some soft thought that faintly strove With the bright peircing Beautys of Lysanders Eyes Yes yes tormenter I have found thee now And found to whom thou dost thy being owe 'T is thou the blushes dost impart For thee this languishment I wear 'T is thou that tremblest in my heart When the dear Shepherd do's appear I faint I dye with pleasing pain My words intruding sighing break When e're I touch the charming swain When e're I gaze when e're I speak Thy conscious fire is mingl'd with my love As in the sanctify'd abodes Misguided worshippers approve The mixing Idol with their Gods In vain alas in vain I strive With errors which my soul do please and vex For superstition will survive Purer Religion to perplex Oh! tell me you Philosophers in love That can its burning feaverish fits controul By what strange Arts you cure the soul And the fierce Calenture remove Tell me yee fair ones that exchange desire How t is you hid the kindling fire Oh! wou'd you but confess the truth It is not real virtue makes you nice But when you do resist the pressing youth 'T is want of dear desire to thaw the Virgin Ice And while your young adorers lye All languishing and hopeless at your feet Raising new Trophies to your chastity Oh tell me how you do remain discreet How you suppress the rising sighs And the soft yeilding soul that wishes in your Eyes While to th' admiring crow'd you nice are found Some dear some secret youth that gives the wound Informs you all your virtu's but a cheat And Honour but a false disguise Your modesty a necessary bait To gain the dull repute of being wise Deceive the foolish World deceive it on And veil your passions in your pride But now I 've found your feebles by my own From me the needful fraud you cannot hide Thô t is a mighty power must move The soul to this degree of love And thô with virtue I the World perplex Lysander finds the weekness of my sex So Helen while from Theseus arms she fled To charming Paris yeilds her heart and Bed SONG By a person of Quality AH cruel Beauty cou'd you prove More tender or less fair You neither wou'd provoke my Love Nor cause me to despair But your dissembling charming Eyes My easy hope beguiles And thô a Rock beneath'em lys The tempting surface smiles To what your sex on ours impose My humble Love comply'd And when my secret I disclos'd Thought modesty deny'd Yes sure said I her yeilding heart Pertakes of my desire But nicer Honour feigns this part To hide the rising fire Against your mind my sute I told And slighted vows renew'd Yet you insensibly were cold And I but vainly woo'd Then for return a scorn prepare Or lay that frown aside Affected coyness I can bear But hate insulting Pride SONG By a person of Quality UNder the Beams of Celia's Eyes See the fair Shepherd panting lys For whom all other Beauty dys Him thô she burn with equal fire She suffers at her feet t' expire Preferring glory to desire Dye then oh dye unhappy swain And leave her to lament in vain The cruel sports of her disdain You fall a Publique sacrifice Since she will weep away those Eyes By whose each look a lover dyes SONG 1. by the same hand WHen sable night had conquer'd day And Beauteous Cynthia rose As I in tears reflecting lay On Cloe's faithless vows The God of Love appear'd to me To heal my wounded heart The Influencing Deity With pleasure arm'd each Dart. Fond man said he here end thy wo Till she my power and Justice know The foolish Sex shall all do so 2. And for thy ease believe no bliss Is perfect without pain The fairest Summer hurtful is Without some showrs of Rain The Joys of Heaven who wou'd prise If men too cheaply bought The dearest part of mortal Joys Most charming is when sought And thô with dross true Love they pay Those that know finest metals say No Gold will coyn without allay 3. But that the generous Lover may Not always sigh in vain The cruel Nymph that kills to day To morrow shall be slain The little God no sooner spoke But from my sight he flew And I that groan'd with Cloe's yoak Found Loves revenge was true Her proud hard heart too late did turn With fiercer flames than mine did burn While I as much began to scorn A Pastoral Song on the late King WHy Phillis in this mournful dress Ah! why so full of Tears These sighs my dearest Shepherdess Suit not thy tender years Thy sheep lye panting on the plain Not one of them will feed Thy Lambs in peircing crys complain Whence whence does this proceed Ah Strephon we are all undone With trembling voyce she said The best of Men to Heaven is gone The great Amintor's dead What will become of thou and I Of these dear Flocks that moan They will be Stole and we shall dye Now wise Amintor's gone Best blessings rest upon his Soul The Loyal Swain reply'd Yet let this thought thy greif controul Pan does for us provide And thô the brave Amintor's gone Alexis does remain Since he is left we 're not undone Nor ought we to complain In him our loss is made amends He 'll us
prize The more deserving Glories of your Eyes If you permit him on an Amorous score To be your Slave who was my Slave before He oft has Fetters worn and can with ease Admit 'em or dismiss 'em when he please A Virgin-Heart you merit that ne'er found It could receive till from your Eyes the Wound A Heart that nothing but your Force can fear And own a Soul as Great as you are Fair. Song to Ceres In the Wavering Nymph or Mad Amyntas I. CEres Great Goddess of the bounteous Year Who load'st the Teeming Earth with Gold and Grain Blessing the Labours of th' Industrious Swain And to their Plaints inclin'st thy gracious Ear Behold two fair Cicilian Lovers lie Prostrate before thy Deity Imploring thou wilt grant the Just Desires Of two Chaste Hearts that burn with equal Fires II. Amyntas he brave generous and young Whom yet no Vice his Youth has e'er betray'd And Chaste Urania is the Lovely Maid His Daughter who has serv'd thy Altars long As thy High Priest A Dowry he demands A the young Amorous Shepherds hands Say gentle Goddess what the Youth must give E'er the Bright Maid he can from thee receive Song in the same Play by the Wavering Nymph PAN grant that I may never prove So great a Slave to fall in love And to an Unknown Deity Resign my happy Liberty I love to see the Amorous Swains Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign With Pride I see the Meads and Plains Throng'd all with Slaves and they all mine Whilst I the whining Fools despise That pay their Homage to my Eyes The Disappointment I. ONe day the Amorous Lysander By an impatient Passion sway'd Surpriz'd fair Cloris that lov'd Maid Who could defend her self no longer All things did with his Love conspire The gilded Planet of the Day In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire Was now descending to the Sea And left no Light to guide the VVorld But what from Cloris Brighter Eyes was hurld II. In a lone Thicket made for Love Silent as yielding Maids Consent She with a Charming Languishment Permits his Force yet gently strove Her Hands his Bosom softly meet But not to put him back design'd Rather to draw 'em on inclin'd VVhilst he lay trembling at her Feet Resistance 't is in vain to show She wants the pow'r to say Ah! What d' ye do III. Her Bright Eyes sweet and yet severe VVhere Love and Shame confus'dly strive Fresh Vigor to Lysander give And breathing faintly in his Ear She cry'd Cease Cease your vain Desire Or I 'll call out What would you do My Dearer Honour ev'n to You I cannot must not give Retire Or take this Life whose chiefest part I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart IV. But he as much unus'd to Fear As he was capable of Love The blessed minutes to improve Kisses her Mouth her Neck her Hair Each Touch her new Desire Alarms His burning trembling Hand he prest Upon her swelling Snowy Brest VVhile she lay panting in his Arms. All her Unguarded Beauties lie The Spoils and Trophies of rhe Enemy V. And now without Respect or Fear He seeks the Object of his Vows His Love no Modesty allows By swift degrees advancing where His daring Hand that Altar seiz'd VVhere Gods of Love do sacirfice That Awful Throne that Paradice VVhere Rage is calm'd and Anger pleas'd That Fountain where Delight still flows And gives the Universal VVorld Repose VI. Her Balmy Lips incountring his Their Bodies as their Souls are joyn'd VVhere both in Transports Unconfin'd Extend themselves upon the Moss Cloris half dead and breathless lay Her soft Eyes cast a Humid Light Such as divides the Day and Night Or falling Stars whose Fires decay And now no signs of Life she shows But what in short-breath'd Sighs returns goes VII He saw how at her Length she lay He saw her rising Bosom bare Her loose thin Rohes through which appeat A Shape design'd for Love and Play Abandon'd by her Pride and Shame She does her softest Joys dispence Off'ring her Virgin-Innocence A Victim to Loves Sacred Flame While the o'er-Ravish'd Shepherd lies Unable to perform the Sacrifice VIII Ready to taste a thousand Joys The too transported hapless Swain Found the vast Pleasure turn'd to Pain Pleasure which too much Love destroys The willing Garments by he laid And Heaven all open'd to his view Mad to possess himself he threw On the Defenceless Lovely Maid But Oh what envying God conspires To snatch his Power yet leave him the Desire IX Nature's Support without whose Aid She can no Humane Being give It self now wants the Art to live Faintness its slack'ned Nerves invade In vain th' inraged Youth essay'd To call its fleeting Vigor back No motion 't will from Motion take Excess of Love his Love betray'd In vain he Toils in vain Commands The Insensible fell weeping in his Hand X. In this so Amorous Cruel Strife Where Love and Fate were too severe The poor Lysander in despair Renounc'd his Reason with his Life Now all the brisk and active Fire That should the Nobler Part inflame Serv'd to increase his Rage and Shame And left no Spark for New Desire Not all her Naked Charms cou'd move Or calm that Rage that had debauch'd his Love XI Cloris returning from the Trance Which Love and soft Desire had bred Her timerous Hand she gently laid Or guided by Design or Chance Upon that Fabulous Priapas That Potent God as Poets feign But never did young Shepherdess Gath'ring of Fern upon the Plain More nimbly draw her Fingers back Finding beneath the verdant Leaves a Snake XII Than Cloris her fair Hand withdrew Finding that God of her Desires Disarm'd of all his Awful Fires And Cold as Flow'rs bath'd in the Morning-Dew Who can the Nymph's Confusion guess The Blood forsook the hinder Place And strew'd with Blushes all her Face Which both Disdain and Shame exprest And from Lysander's Arms she fled Leaving him fainting on the Gloomy Bed XIII Like Lightning through the Grove she hies Or Daphne from the Delphick God No Print upon the grassey Road She leaves t' instruct Pursuing Eyes The Wind that wanton'd in her Hair And with her Ruffled Garments plaid Discover'd in the Flying Maid All that the Gods e'er made if Fair. So Venus when her Love was slain With Fear and Haste flew o'er the Fatal Plain XIV The Nymph's Resentments none but I Can well Imagine or Condole But none can guess Lysander's Soul But those who sway'd his Destiny His silent Griefs swell up to Storms And not one God his Fury spares He curs'd his Birth his Fate his Stars But more the Shepherdess's Charms Whose soft bewitching Influence Had Damn'd him to the Hell of Impotence On a Locket of Hair Wove in a True-Loves Knot given me by Sir R. O. WHat means this Knot in Mystick Order Ty'd And which no Humane Knowledge can divide Not the Great Conqu'rours Sword can this undo Whose very Beauty would divert the Blow
Charming Maid Oh cease to fear I faintly cry'd There is no Satyr near I am of humane Race whom Beauty Aws And born an humble Slave to all her Laws Besides we 're not alone within the Grove Behold Respect and the young God of LOVE How can you fear the Man who with these two In any Shade or hour approaches you Thus by degrees her Courage took its place And usual Blushes drest again her Face Then with a Charming Air her Hand she gave She bade me rise and said she did believe And now my Conversation does permit But oh the entertainment of her Wit Beyond her Beauty did my Soul surprize Her Tongue had Charms more pow'rful than her Eyes Ah Lysidas hadst thou a list'ner been To what she said tho' her thou ne're had'st seen Without that Sense thou hadst a Captive been Guess at my Fate but after having spoke Many indifferent things Her leave she took The Night approach't and now with Thoughts opprest I minded neither where nor when to Rest When my Conducter LOVE whom I pursu'd Led to a Palace call'd Inquietude INQUIETUDE A Neighbouring Villa which derives its name From the rude sullen Mistress of the same A Woman of a strange deform'd Aspect Peevishly pensive fond of her neglect She never in one posture does remain Now leans lyes down then on her Feet again Sometimes with Snails she keeps a lazy pace And sometimes runs like Furies in a Chase She seldom shuts her watchful Eyes to sleep Which pale and languid does her Visage keep Her loose neglected Hair disorder'd grows Which undesign'd her Fingers discompose Still out of Humour and deprav'd in Sense And Contradictive as Impertinence Distrustful as false States-men and as nice In Plots Intrigues Intelligence and Spies To her we did our Duty pay but she Made no returns to our Civility Thence to my Bed where rest in vain I sought For pratling LOVE still entertain'd my thought And to my Mind a thousand Fancies brought Aminta's Charms and Pow'rful Attractions From whence I grew to make these soft Reflections The REFLECTION I. WHat differing Passions from what once I felt My yielding Heart do melt And all my Blood as in a Feaver burns Yet shivering Cold by turns What new variety of hopes and fears What suddain fits of Smiles and Tears Hope Why dost thou sometimes my Soul imploy With Prospects of approaching Joy Why dost thou make me pleas'd and vain And quite forget last minutes pain What Sleep wou'd calm Aminta keeps awake And I all Night soft Vows and Wishes make VVhen to the Gods I would my Prayers address And sue to be forgiven Aminta's name I still express And Love is all that I confess Love and Aminta Ever out Rival Heaven II. Books give me no content at all Unless soft Cowly entertain my Mind Then every pair in Love I find Lysander him Aminta her I call Till the bewitching Fewel raise the fire VVhich was design'd but to divert Then to cool Shades Iragingly retire To ease my hopeless panting Heart Yet thereto every thing begets desire Each flowry Bed and every loanly Grove Inspires new VVishes new impatient Love Thus all the Night in vain I sought repose And early with the Sun next day I rose Still more impatient grew my new desires To see again the Author of my Fires Love leads me forth to little CARES we pass Where Love instructed me Aminta was Far from Inquietude this Village stands And for its Beauty all the rest commands In all the Isle of Love not one appears So ravishingly Gay as Little Cares Little CARES or Little Arts to please I. THither all the Amorous Youth repair To see the Objects of their Vows No Jealousies approach 'em there They Banish Dulness and Despair And only Gayety and Mirth allow The Houses cover'd o're with flow'rs appear Like fragrant Arbours all the year VVhere all the dear the live-long day In Musick Songs and Balls is past away All things are form'd for pleasure and delight VVhich finish not but with the Light But when the Sun returns again They hold with that bright God an equal Reign II. There no Reproaches dwell that Vice Is banisht with the Coy and Nice The Froward there learn Complyance There the Dull VVise his Gravity for sakes The Old dispose themselves to Dance And Melancholy wakens from his Trance And against Nature sprightly Humour takes The formal States-man does his Int'rest quit And learns to talk of Love and VVit There the Philosopher speaks Sense Such as his Mistress Eyes inspire Forgets his learned Eloquence Nor now compares his Flame to his own Chimick fire III. The Miser there opens his Golden heaps And at Love's Altar offers the rich Prize His needless fears of want does now despise And as a lavish Heir he Treats and Reaps The Blessings that attend his grateful Sacrifice Even the Fluttering Coxcomb there Does less ridiculous appear For in the Crowd some one unlucky Face With some particular Grimmas Has the ill fate his Heart to gain Which gives him just the Sense to know his pain Whence he becomes less talkative and vain There 't is the Muses dwell that sacred Nine Who teach the inlarged Soul to prove No Arts or Sciences Divine But those inspir'd by Them and Love Gay Conversation Feast and Masquerades Agreeable Cabals and Serinades Eternal Musick Gladness Smiles and Sport Make all the bus'ness of this Little Court. At my approach new Fires my Bosom warm New vigor I receive from every Charm I found invention with my Love increase And both instruct me with new Arts to please New Gallantrys I sought to entertain And had the Joy to find 'em not in vain All the Extravagance of Youth I show And pay'd to Age the Dotage I shall owe All a beginning Passion can conceive What beauty Merits or fond Love can give With diligence I wait Aminta's look And her decrees from Frowns or Smiles I took To my new fixt resolves no stop I found My Flame was uncontroul'd and knew no bound Unlimited Expences every day On what I thought she lik'd I threw away My Coaches and my Liverys rich and new In all this Court none made a better show Aminta here was unconfin'd and free And all a well-born Maid cou'd render me She gave My early Visits does allow And more ingagingly receives me now Her still increasing Charms Her soft Address A Partial Lover cannot well Express Her Beautys with my flame each hour increase 'T was here my Soul more true content receiv'd Then all the Duller hours of Life I 'd liv'd But with the envying Night I still repair To Inquietude none lodge at little Care The hasty Minutes summon me away While parting pains surmount past hours of Joy And Nights large Reckoning over-pays the day The GOD of Sleep his wonted Aid denys Lends no repose or to my Heart or Eyes Only one hour of Rest the breaking Morning brought In which this happy Dream Assail'd my Thought The DREAM
Oh Damon this is vain Philosophie 'T is chance and not Divinity That guides Loves Partial Darts And we in vain the Boy implore To make them Love whom we Adore And all the other powers take little care of hearts The very Soule 's by intr'est sway'd And nobler passion now by fortune is betray'd By sad experience this I know And sigh Alas in vain because t is true Damon Too often and too fatally we find Portion and Joynture charm the mind Large Flocks and Herds and spacious Plains Becoms the merit of the Swains But here thô both did equally abound 'T was youth 't was wit was Beauty gave the equal wound Their Soules were one before they mortal being found Jove when he layd his awful Thunder by And all his softest Attributes put on When Heav'n was Gay and the vast Glittering Sky With Deities all wondering and attentive shone The God his Luckyest heat to try Form'd their great Soules of one Immortal Ray He thought and form'd as first he did the World But with this difference That from Chaos came These from a beam which from his God-head hurl'd Kindl'd into an everlasting flame He smiling saw the mighty work was good While all the lesser Gods around him gazing stood He saw the shining Model bright and Great But oh they were not yet compleat For not one God but did the flames inspire With sparks of their Divinest fire Diana took the lovely Female Soul And did its fiercer Atoms cool Softn'd the flame and plac'd a Chrystal Ice About the sacred Paradise Bath'd it all or'e in Virgin Tears Mixt with the fragrant Dew the Rose receives Into the bosom of her untoucht leaves And dry'd it with the breath of Vestal Prayers Juno did great Majestick thought inspire And Pallas toucht it with Heroick fire While Mars Apollo Love and Venus sate About the Hero's Soul in high debate Each claims it all but all in vain contend In vain appeal to mighty Jove Who equal Portions did to all extend This to the God of wit and that to Love Another to the Queen of soft desire And the fierce God of War compleats the rest Guilds it all or'e with Martial fire While Love and Wit Beauty and War exprest Their finest Arts and the bright Beings all in Glory drest While each in their Divine imployments strove By every charm these new-form'd l'ghts t' improve They left a space untoucht for mightyer Love The finishing last strokes the Boy perform'd Who from his Quiver took a Golden Dart That cou'd a sympathizing wound impart And toucht 'em both and with one flame they burn'd The next great work was to create two frames Of the Divinest form Fit to contain these heavenly flames The Gods decreed and charming Lysidus was born Born and grew up the wonder of the Plains Joy of the Nymphs and Glory of the Swains And warm'd all hearts with his inchanting strains Soft were the Songs which from his lips did flow Soft as the Soul which the fine thought conceiv'd Soft as the sighs the charming Virgin breath'd The first dear night of the chast nuptial vow The noble youth even Daphnis do's excel Oh never Shepherd pip'd and sung so well Aminta Now Damon you are in your proper sphear While of his wit you give a character But who inspir'd you a Philosopher Damon Old Colin when we oft have led our Flocks Beneath the shelter of the shad's and Rocks While other youths more vainly spent their time I listen'd to the wonderous Bard And while he sung of things sublime With reverend pleasure heard He soar'd to the Divine abodes And told the secrets of the Gods And oft discours'd of Love and Sympathy For he as well as thou and I Had sigh't for some dear object of desire But oh till now I ne're cou'd prove That secret mystery of Love Ne're saw two hearts thus burn with equal fire Aminta But oh what Nymph e're saw the noble youth That was not to eternal Love betray'd Damon And oh what swain e're saw the Lovely maid That wou'd not plight her his eternal faith Not unblown Roses or the new-born day Or pointed Sun-beams when they gild the skys Are half so sweet are half so bright and gay As young Clemena's charming Face and Eyes Aminta Not full-blown flowrs when all their luster 's on Whom every bosom longs to wear Nor the spread Glories of the mid-days sun Can with the charming Lysidus compare Damon Not the soft gales of gentle breez That whisper to the yeilding Trees Nor songs of Birds that thrô the Groves rejoyce Are half so sweet so soft as young Clemena's voyce Aminta Not murmurs of the Rivulets and Springs When thrô the glades they purling glide along And listen when the wondrous shepherd sings Are half so sweet as is the Shepherds song Damon Not young Diana in her eager chase When by her careless flying Robe betray'd Discovering every charm and every Grace Has more surprising Beauty than the brighter maid Aminta The gay young Monarch of the cheerful May Adorn'd with all the Trophies he has won Vain with the Homage of the joyful day Compar'd to Lysidus wou'd be undone Damon Aminta cease and let me hast away For while upon this Theam you dwell You speak the noble youth so just so well I cou'd for ever listning stay Aminta And while Clemena's praise becoms thy choyce My Ravisht soul is fixt upon thy voyce Damon But see the Nymphs and dancing swains Ascend the Hill from yonder Plains With Wreathes and Garlands finely made To crown the lovely Bride and Bridegrooms head And I amongst the humbler throng My Sacrifice must bring A rural Hymeneal song Alexis he shall pipe while I will sing Had I been blest with Flocks or Herd A nobler Tribute I 'd prepar'd With darling Lambs the Altars I wou'd throng But I alas can only offer song Song too obscure too humble verse For this days glory to reherse But Lysidus like Heav'n is kind And for the Sacrifice accepts the Humble mind If he vouchsafe to listen to my Ode He makes me happyer than a fancy'd God On Desire A Pindarick By Mrs. B. WHat Art thou oh thou new-found pain From what infection dost thou spring Tell me oh tell me thou inchanting thing Thy nature and thy name Inform me by what subtil Art What powerful Influence You got such vast Dominion in a part Of my unheeded and unguarded heart That fame and Honour cannot drive yee thence Oh! mischievous usurper of my Peace Oh! soft intruder on my solitude Charming disturber of my ease That hast my nobler fate persu'd And all the Glorys of my life subdu'd Thou haunt'st my inconvenient hours The business of the Day nor silence of the night That shou'd to cares and sleep invite Can bid desyance to thy conquering powers Where hast thou been this live-long Age That from my Birth till now Thou never coud'st one thought engage Or charm my soul with the uneasy rage That made it
of old in Eden's blissfull walks The Beauties of her new Creation view'd Full of content She sees that it is good Come then you inspir'd Swains and join your Verse Though all in vain to add a Fame to hers But then your Song will best Apollo please When it is fraight with this his Favorite's praise Declare how when her learned Harp she strung Our joyfull Island with the Musick rung Descending Graces left their Heavenly seat To take their place in every Line she writ Where sweetest Charms as in her Person smile Her Face's Beauty 's copy'd in her style Say how as she did her just skill improve In the best Art and in soft Tales of Love Some well sung Passion with success she crown'd The melting Virgins languish'd at the sound And envying Swains durst not the Pipe inspire They'd nothing then to doe but to admire Shepherds and Nymphs to Pan direct your Prayer If peradventure he your Vows will hear To make you sing and make you look like her But Nymphs and Swains your hopes are all in vain For such bright Eyes and such a tunefull Pen. How many of her Sex spend half their days To catch some Fool by managing a Face But she secure of charming has confin'd Her wiser care t' adorn and dress the Mind Beauty may fade but everlasting Verse Exempts the better portion from the Hearse The matchless Wit and Fancy of the Fair Which moves our envy and our Sons despair Long they shall live a monument of her Fame And to Eternity extend her Name While After-times deservedly approve The choicest object of this Ages Love For when they reade ghessing how far she charm'd With that bright Body with such Wit inform'd They will give heed and credit to our Verse When we the Wonders of her Face rehearse J. Cooper Buckden Nov. 25. 1683. To ASTRAEA on her Poems 'T IS not enough to reade and to admire Thy sacred Verse does nobler thoughts inspire Striking on every breast Poetick fire The God of Wit attends with chearfull Rays Warming the dullest Statue into praise Hail then delight of Heaven and pride of Earth Blest by each Muse at thy auspicious birth Soft Love and Majesty have fram'd thy Mind To shew the Beauties of both Sexes join'd Thy Lines may challenge like young David's face A Female Sweetness and a Manly Grace Thy tender notions in loose numbers flow With a strange power to charm where e'er they go And when in stronger sounds thy voice we hear At all the skilfull points you arm'd appear Which way so'er thou dost thy self express We find thy Beauty out in every dress Such work so gently wrought so strongly fine Cannot be wrought by hands all Masculine In vain proud Man weak Woman wou'd controul No Man can argue now against a Woman's Soul J. C. To the excellent Madam Behn on her Poems 'T Was vain for Man the Laurels to persue E'en from the God of Wit bright Daphne flew Man Whose course compound damps the Muses fire It does but touch our Earth and soon expire While in the softer kind th'Aetherial flame Spreads and rejoices as from Heaven it came This Greece in Sappho in Orinda knew Our Isle though they were but low types to you But the faint dawn to your illustrious day To make us patient of your brighter Ray. Oft may we see some wretched story told In ductile sense spread thin as leaves of Gold You have ingrost th'inestimable Mine Which in well polisht Numbers you refine While still the solid Mass shines thick in every Line Yet neither sex do you surpass alone Both in your Verse are in their glory shown Both Phoebus and Minerva are your own While in the softest dress you Wit dispense With all the Nerves of Reason and of Sense In mingled Beauties we at once may trace A Female Sweetness and a Manly Grace No wonder 't is the Delphian God of old Wou'd have his Oracles by Women told But oh who e'er so sweetly could repeat Soft lays of Love and youths delightfull heat If Love's Misfortunes be your mournfull Theme No dying Swan on fair Cayster's stream Expires so sweet though with his numerous Moan The fading Banks and suffering Mountains groan If you the gentle Passions wou'd inspire With what resistless Charms you breathe desire No Heart so savage so relentless none As can the sweet Captivity disown Ah needs must she th' unwary Soul surprise Whose Pen sheds Flames as dangerous as her Eyes J. ADAMS To the Authour on her Voyage to the Island of Love TO speak of thee no Muse will I invoke Thou onely canst inspire what shou'd be spoke For all their wealth the Nine have given to thee Thy rich and flowing stream has left them dry Cupid may throw away his useless Darts Thou 'st lent him one will massacre more Hearts Than all his store thy Pen disarms us so We yield our selves to the first beauteous Foe The easie softness of thy thoughts surprise And this new way Love steals into our Eyes Thy gliding Verse comes on us unawares No rumbling Metaphors alarm our Ears And puts us in a posture of defence We are undone and never know from whence So to th' Assyrian Camp the Angel flew And in the silent Night his Millions slew Thou leadst us by the Soul amongst thy Loves And bindst us all in thy inchanting Groves Each languishes for thy Aminta's Charms Sighs for thy fansied Raptures in her Armes Sees her in all that killing posture laid When Love and fond Respect guarded the sleeping Maid Persues her to the very Bower of Bliss Times all the wrecking joys and thinks 'em his In the same Trance with the young pair we lie And in their amorous Ecstasies we die You Nymphs who deaf to Love's soft lays have been Reade here and suck the sweet destruction in Smooth is the stream and clear is every thought And yet you cannot see with what you 're caught Or else so very pleasing is the Bait With careless heed you play and leap at it She poisons all the Floud with such an art That the dear Philter trickles to the Heart With such bewitching pleasure that each sup Has all the joys of life in every drop I see the Banks with Love-sick Virgins strow'd Their Bosoms heav'd with the young fluttering God Oh how they pant and struggle with their pain Yet cannot wish their former health again Within their Breasts thy warmth and spirit glows And in their Eyes thy streaming softness flows Thy Raptures are transfus'd through every vein And thy blest hour in all their heads does reign The Ice that chills the Soul thou dost remove And meltst it into tenderness and Love The flints about their Hearts dance to thy lays Till the quick motion sets 'em on a Blaze Orpheus and you the stones do both inspire But onely you out of those flints strike fire Not with a sudden Spark a short liv'd Blaze Like Womens Passions in our Gilting days But what you
fire burns with a constant flame Like what you write and always is the same Rise all ye weeping Youth rise and appear Whom gloomy Fate has damn'd to black Despair Start from the ground and throw your Mourning by Loves great Sultana says you shall not die The dismal dark half year is over past The Sea is op'd the Sun shines out at last And Trading's free the storms are husht as death Or happy Lovers ravisht out of breath And listen to Astraea's Harmony Such power has elevated Poetry T. C. To the Lovely Witty Astraea on her Excellent Poems OH wonder of thy Sex Where can we see Beauty and Knowledge join'd except in thee Such pains took Nature with your Heav'nly Face Form'd it for Love and moulded every Grace I doubted first and fear'd that you had been Unfinish'd left like other She 's within I see the folly of that fear and find Your Face is not more beauteous than your Mind Whoe'er beheld you with a Heart unmov'd That sent not sighs and said within he lov'd I gaz'd and found a then unknown delight Life in your looks and Death to leave the sight What joys new Worlds of joys has he possest That gain'd the sought-for welcome of your Breast Your Wit wou'd recommend the homeliest Face Your Beauty make the dullest Humour please But where they both thus gloriously are join'd All Men submit you reign in every Mind What Passions does your Poetry impart It shews th'unfathom'd thing a Woman's Heart Tells what Love is his Nature and his Art Displays the several Scenes of Hopes and Fears Love's Smiles his Sighs his Laughings and his Tears Each Lover here may reade his different Fate His Mistress kindness or her scornfull hate Come all whom the blind God has led astray Here the bewildred Youth is shew'd his way Guided by this he may yet love and find Ease in his Heart and reason in his Mind Thus sweetly once the charming W lr strove In Heavenly sounds to gain his hopeless Love All the World listned but his scornfull Fair Pride stopt her ears to whom he bent his prayer Much happier you that can't desire in vain But what you wish as soon as wish'd obtain Upon these and other Excellent Works of the Incomparable Astraea YE bold Magicians in Philosophy That vainly think next the Almighty three The brightest Cherubin in all the Hierarchy Will leave that Glorious Sphere And to your wild inchantments will appear To the fond summons of fantastick Charms As Barbarous and inexplicable Terms As those the trembling Scorcerer dreads When he the Magick Circle treads And as he walks the Mystick rounds And mutters the detested sounds The Stygian fiends exalt their wrathfull heads And all ye bearded Drudges of the Schools That sweat in vain to mend predestin'd fools With senseless Jargon and perplexing Rules Behold and with amazement stand Behold a blush with shame and wonder too What Divine Nature can in Woman doe Behold if you can see in all this fertile Land Such an Anointed head such an inspired hand II. Rest on in peace ye blessed Spirits rest With Imperial bliss for ever blest Upon your sacred Urn she scorns to tread Or rob the Learned Monuments of the dead Nor need her Muse a foreign aid implore In her own tunefull breast there 's wonderous store Had she but flourisht in these times of old When Mortals were amongst the Gods inrolld She had not now as Woman been Ador'd But with Diviner sacrifice Implor'd Temples and Altars had preserv'd her name And she her self been thought Immortal as her fame III. Curst be the balefull Tongue that dares abuse The rightfull off-spring of her Godlike Muse And doubly Curst be he that thinks her Pen Can be instructed by the best of men The times to come as surely she will live As many Ages as are past As long as Learning Sense or wit survive As long as the first principles of Bodies last The future Ages may perhaps believe One soft and tender Arm cou'd ne'er atchieve The wonderous deeds that she has done So hard a prize her Conqu'ring Muse has won But we that live in the great Prophetesses days Can we enough proclaim her praise We that experience every hour The blest effects of her Miraculous power To the sweet Mcsick of her charming tongue In numerous Crowds the ravisht hearers throng And even a Herd of Beasts as wild as they That did the Thracian Lyre obey Forget their Madness and attend her song The tunefull Shepherds on the dangerous rocks Forsake their Kinds and leave their bleating Flocks And throw their tender Reeds away As soon as e'er her softer Pipe begins to play No barren subject no unfertile soil Can prove ungratefull to her Muses Toil Warm'd with the Heavenly influence of her Brain Upon the dry and sandy plain On craggy Mountains cover'd o'er with Snow The blooming Rose and fragrant Jes'min grow When in her powerfull Poetick hand She waves the mystick wand Streight from the hardest Rocks the sweetest numbers flow IV. Hail bright Urania Erato hail Melpomene Polymnia Euterpe hail And all ye blessed powers that inspire The Heaven-born Soul with intellectual fire Pardon my humble and unhallow'd Muse If she too great a veneration use And prostrate at your best lov'd Darling's feet Your holy Fane with sacred honour greet Her more than Pythian Oracles are so divine You sure not onely virtually are Within the glorious Shrine But you your very selves must needs be there The Delian Prophet did at first ordain That even the mighty Nine should reign In distant Empires of different Clime And if in her triumphant Throne She rules those learned Regions alone The fam'd Pyerides are out-done by her omnipotent Rhime In proper Cells her large capacious Brain The images of all things does contain As bright almost as were th'Ideas laid In the last model e'er the World was made And though her vast conceptions are so strong The powerfull eloquence of her charming tongue Does clear as the resistless beams of day To our enlightned Souls the noble thoughts convey Well chosen well appointed every word Does its full force and natural grace afford And though in her rich treasury Confus'd like Elements great Numbers lie When they their mixture and proportion take What beauteous forms of every kind they make Such was the Language God himself infus'd And such the style our great Forefather us'd From one large stock the various sounds he fram'd And every Species of the vast Creation nam'd While most of our dull Sex have trod In beaten paths of one continued Road Her skilfull and well manag'd Muse Does all the art and strength of different paces use For though sometimes with slackned force She wisely stops her fleetest course That slow but strong Majestick pace Shews her the swiftest steed of all the chosen Race V. Well has she sung the learned Daphnis praise And crown'd his Temples with immortal Bays And all that reade him must indeed confess
Heaven joyn Be witness every Shade How oft the lovely Maid Her tender Vows has paid Yet with the self-same Breath With which so oft before And solemnly she swore Pronounces now Amyntas Death III. But Charming Nymph beware Whilst I your Victim die Some One my Perjur'd Fair Revenging my Despair Will prove as false to thee Which yet my wandring Ghost wou'd look more pale to see For I shall break my Tomb And nightly as I rome Shall to my Silvia come And show the Piteous Sight My bleeding Bosom too Which wounds were given by you Then vanish in the Shades of Night SONG On her Loving Two Equally Set by Captain Pack I. HOw strongly does my Passion flow Divided equally 'twixt two Damon had ne'er subdu'd my Heart Had not Alexis took his part Nor cou'd Alexis pow'rful prove Without my Damons Aid to gain my Love II. When my Alexis present is Then I for Damon sigh and mourn But when Alexis I do miss Damon gains nothing but my Scorn But if it chance they both are by For both alike I languish sigh and die III. Cure then thou mighty winged God This restless Feaver in my Blood One Golden-Pointed Dart take back But which O Cupid wilt thou take If Damons all my Hopes are crost Or that of my Alexis I am lost The Counsel A Song Set by Captain Pack I. APox upon this needless Scorn Sylvia for shame the Cheat give o'er The End to which the Fair are botn Is not to keep their Charms in store But lavishly dispose in haste Of Joys which none but Youth improve Joys which decay when Beauty's past And who when Beauty's past will love II. When Age those Glories shall deface Revenging all your cold Disdain And Sylvia shall neglected pass By every once-admiring Swain And we no more shall Homage pay When you in vain too late shall burn If Love increase and Youth decay Ah Sylvia who will make Return III. Then haste my Sylvia to the Grove Where all the Sweets of May conspire To teach us ev'ry Art of Love And raise our Joys of Pleasure higher Where while embracing we shall lie Loosly in Shades on Beds of Flow'rs The duller World while we defie Years will be Minutes Ages Hours SONG The Surprize Set by Mr. Farmer I. PHillis whose Heart was Unconfin'd And free as Flow'rs on Meads and Plains None boasted of her being Kind ' Mong'st all the languishing and amorous Swains No Sighs or Tears the Nymph cou'd move To pity or return their Love II. Till on a time the hapless Maid Retir'd to shun the Heat o' th' Day Into a Grove beneath whose shade Strephon the careless Shepherd sleeping lay But O such Charms the Youth adorn Love is reveng'd for all her Scorn III. Her Cheeks with Blushes cover'd were And tender Sighs her Bosom warm A Softness in her Eyes appear Unusual Pain she feels from ev'ry Charm To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries For Modesty to speak denies SONG I. AH what can mean that eager Joy Transports my Heart when you appear Ah Strephon you my Thoughts imploy In all that 's Charming all that 's Dear When you your pleasing Story tell A Softness does invade each Part And I with Blushes own I feel Something too tender at my Heart II. At your approach my Blushes rise And I at once both wish and fear My wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes As it would prattle Stories there Take take that Heart that needs must go But Shepherd see it kindly us'd For who such Presents will bestow If this alas should be abus'd The Invitation A Song To a New Scotch Tune I. COme my Phillis let us improve Both our Joyes of Equal Love VVhile we in yonder Shady Grove Count Minutes by our Kisses See the Flowers how sweetly they spread And each Resigns his Gawdy Head To make for us a Fragrant Bed To practice o'er New Blisses II. The Sun it self with Love does conspire And sends abroad his ardent Fire And kindly seems to bid us retire And shade us from his Glory Then come my Phillis do not fear All that your Swain desires there Is by those Eyes a new to swear How much he does adore ye III. Phillis in vain you shed those Tears VVhy do you blush Oh speak your Fears There 's none but your Amyntas hears VVhat means this pretty Passion Can you fear your Favours will cloy Those that the Blessing does enjoy Ah no! such needless Thoughts destroy This Nicety's out of Fashion IV. When thou hast done by Pan I swear Thou wilt unto my Eyes appear A thousand times more Charming and Fair Then thou wert to my first Desire That Smile was kind and now thou' rt wise To throw away this Coy Disguise And by the vigor of thy Eyes Declare thy Youth and Fire Silvio's Complaint A SONG To a Fine Scotch Tune I. IN the Blooming Time o' th' year In the Royal Month of May Au the Heaves were glad and clear Au the Earth was Fresh and Gay A Noble Youth but all Forlorn Lig'd Sighing by a Spring 'T were better I's was nere Born Ere wisht to be a King II. Then from his Starry Eyne Muckle Showers of Christal Fell To bedew the Roses Fine That on his Cheeks did dwell And ever 'twixt his Sighs he 'd cry How Bonny a Lad I 'd been Had I weys me nere Aim'd high Or wisht to be a King III. With Dying Clowdy Looks Au the Fields and Groves he kens Au the Gleeding Murmuring Brooks Noo his Unambitious Friends Tol which he eance with Mickle Cheer His Bleating Flocks woud bring And crys woud God I 'd dy'd here Ere wisht to be a King IV. How oft in Yonder Mead Cover'd ore with Painted Flowers Au the Dancing Youth I 've led Where we past our Blether Hours In Yonder Shade in Yonder Grove How Blest the Nymphs have been Ere I for Pow'r Debaucht Love Or wisht to be a King V. Not add the Arcadian Swains In their Pride and Glory Clad Not au the Spacious Plains Ere coud Boast a Bleether Lad. When ere I Pip'd or Danc'd or Ran Or leapt or whirl'd the Sling The Flowry Wreaths I still won And wisht to be a King VI. But Curst be yon Tall Oak And Old Thirsis be accurst There I first my peace forsook There I learnt Ambition first Such Glorious Songs of Hero's Crown'd The Restless Swain woud Sing My Soul unknown desires found And Languisht to be King VII Ye Garlands wither now Fickle Glories vanish all Ye Wreaths that deckt my Brow To the ground neglected fall No more my sweet Repose molest Nor to my Fancies bring The Golden Dreams of being Blest With Titles of a King VIII Ye Noble Youths beware Shun Ambitious powerful Tales Distructive False and Fair Like the Oceans Flattering Gales See how my Youth and Glories lye Like Blasted Flowers i' th' Spring My Fame Renown and all dye For wishing to be King In Imitation of Horace I. WHat mean those Amorous Curles of Jet
For what heart-Ravisht Maid Dost thou thy Hair in order set Thy Wanton Tresses Braid And thy vast Store of Beauties open lay That the deluded Fancy leads astray II. For pitty hide thy Starry eyes Whose Languishments destroy And look not on the Slave that dyes With an Excess of Joy Defend thy Coral Lips thy Amber Breath To taste these Sweets lets in a Certain Death III. Forbear fond Charming Youth forbear Thy words of Melting Love Thy Eyes thy Language well may spare One Dart enough can move And she that hears thy voice and sees thy Eyes With too much Pleasure too much Softness dies IV. Cease Cease with Sighs to warm my Soul Or press me with thy Hand VVho can the kindling fire controul The tender force withstand Thy Sighs and Touches like wing'd Lightning fly And are the Gods of Loves Artillery To Lysander who made some Verses on a Discourse of Loves Fire I. IN vain dear Youth you say you love And yet my Marks of Passion blame Since Jealousie alone can prove The surest Witness of my Flame And she who without that a Love can vow Believe me Shepherd does not merit you II. Then give me leave to doubt that Fire I kindle may another warm A Face that cannot move Desire May serve at least to end the Charm Love else were Witchcraft that on malice bent Denies ye Joys or makes ye Impotent III. 'T is true when Cities are on fire Men never wait for Christal Springs But to the Neighb'ring Pools retire Which nearest best Assistance brings And serves as well to quench the raging Flame As if from God-delighting Streams it came IV. A Fancy strong may do the Feat Yet this to Love a Riddle is And shows that Passion but a Cheat Which Men but with their Tongues Confess For 't is a Maxime in Loves learned School Who blows the Fire the flame can only Rule V. Though Honour does your Wish deny Honour the Foe to your Repose Yet 't is more Noble far to dye Then break Loves known and Sacred Laws What Lover wou'd pursue a single Game That cou'd amongst the Fair deal out his flame VI. Since then Lysander you desire Amynta only to adore Take in no Partners to your Fire For who well Loves that Loves one more And if such Rivals in your Heart I find T is in My Power to die but not be kind A Dialogue for an Entertainment at Court between Damon and Sylvia Damon AH Sylvia if I still pursue Whilst you in vain your Scorn improve What wonders might your Eies not do If they would dress themselves in Love Silvia Shepherd you urge my Love in vain For I can ne'er Reward your pain A Slave each Smile of mine can win And all my softning Darts When e'er I please can bring me in A Thousand Yeilding Hearts Damon Yet if those Slaves you treat with Cruelty 'T is an Inglorious Victory And those unhappy Swaines you so subdue May Learn at last to scorn as well as you Your Beauty though the Gods design'd Shou'd be Ador'd by all below Yet if you want a Godlike Pittying Mind Our Adoration soon will colder grow 'T is Pitty makes a Deity Ah Silvia daine to pitty me And I will worship none but thee Sylvia Perhaps I may your Councel take And Pitty tho' not Love for Damons sake Love is a Flame my Heart ne'er knew Nor knows how to begin to burn for you Damon Ah Sylvia who 's the happy Swain For whom that Glory you ordain Has Strephon Pithius Hilus more Of Youth of Love or Flocks a greater store My flame pursues you too with that Address Which they want Passion to Profess Ah then make some Returns my Charming Shepherdess Silvia Too Faithful Shepherd I will try my Heart And if I can will give you part Damon Oh that was like your self exprest Give me but part and I will steal the rest Silvia Take care Young Swain you treat it well If you wou'd have it in your Bosom dwell Now let us to the Shades Retreat Where all the Nymphs and Shepherds meet Damon And give me there your leave my Pride to show For having but the hopes of Conquering you Where all the Swaines shall Passion learn of me And all the Nymphs to bless like thee Silvia Where every Grace I will bestow And every Look and Smile shall show How much above the rest I vallue you Damon And I those Blessings will improve By constant Faith and tender Love A Chorus of Satyrs and Nymphs made by another hand On Mr. J. H. In a Fit of Sickness I. IF when the God of Day retires The Pride of all the Spring decays and dies Wanting those Life-begetting Fires From whence they draw their Excellencies Each little Flower hangs down its Gawdy Head Losing the Luster which it did Retain No longer will its fragrant face be spread But Languishes into a Bud again So with the Sighing Crowd it fares Since you Amyntas have your Eies withdrawn ' Ours Lose themselves in Silent Tears Our days are Melancholy Dawn The Groves are Unfrequented now The Shady Walks are all Forlorn Who still were throng to gaze on you With Nymphs whom your Retirement has undone II. Our Bag-pipes now away are flung Our Flocks a Wandering go Garlands neglected on the Boughs are hung That us'd to adorn each Chearful Brow Forsaken looks the enameld May And all its wealth Uncourted dies Each little Bird forgets its wonted Lay That Sung Good Morrow to the welcome Day Or rather to thy Lovely Eies The Cooling Streams do backward glide Since on their Banks they saw not thee Losing the Order of their Tide And Murmuring chide thy Cruelty Then hast to lose themselves i' th' Angry Sea III. Thus every thing in its Degree Thy said Retreat Deplore Hast then Amyntas and Restore The whole Worlds Loss in thee For like an Eastern Monarch when you go If such a Fate the World must know A Beautious and a Numerous Host Of Love-sick Maids will wait upon thy Ghost And Death that Secret will Reveal Which Pride and Shame did here Conceal Live then thou Lovelyest of the Plaines Thou Beauty of the Envying Swaines Whose Charms even Death it self wou'd court And of his Solemn Business make a Sport IV. In Pitty to each Sighing Maid Revive come forth be Gay and Glad Let the Young God of Love implore In Pity lend him Darts For when thy Charming Eies shall shoot no more He 'll lose his Title of the God of Hearts In Pity to Astrea live Astrea whom from all the Sighing Throng You did your oft-won Garlands give For which she paid you back in Grateful Song Astrea who did still the Glory boast To be ador'd by thee and to adore thee most V. With Pride she saw her Rivals Sigh and Pine And vainly cry'd The lovely Youth is mine By all thy Charms I do Conjure thee live By all the Joys thou canst receive and give By each Recess and Shade where thou and I Loves
Faith you swore And 'twixt your Kisses all the old run o'er But now the wisely Grave who Love despise Themselves past hope do busily advise Whisper Renown and Glory in thy Ear Language which Lovers fright and Swains ne'er hear For Troy they cry these Shepherds Weeds lay down Change Crooks for Scepters Garlands for a Crown But sure that Crown does far less easie sit Than Wreaths of Flow'rs less innocent and sweet Nor can thy Beds of State so gratefull be As those of Moss and new faln Leaves with me Now tow'rds the Beach we go and all the way The Groves the Fern dark Woods and springs survey That were so often conscious to the Rites Of sacred Love in our dear stoln Delights With Eyes all languishing each place you view And sighing cry Adieu dear Shades Adieu Then 't was thy Soul e'en doubted which to doe Refuse a Crown or those dear Shades forego Glory and Love the great dispute pursu'd But the false Idol soon the God subdu'd And now on Board you go and all the Sails Are loosned to receive the flying Gales Whilst I half dead on the forsaken Strand Beheld thee sighing on the Deck to stand Wafting a thousand Kisses from thy Hand And whilst I cou'd the lessening Vessel see I gaz'd and sent a thousand Sighs to thee And all the Sea-born Nereids implore Quick to return thee to our Rustick shore Now like a Ghost I glide through ev'ry Grove Silent and sad as Death about I rove And visit all our Treasuries of Love This Shade th' account of thousand Joys does hide As many more this murmuring Rivers side Where the dear Grass still sacred does retain The print where thee and I so oft have lain Upon this Oak thy Pipe and Garland's plac'd That Sicamore is with thy Sheep-hook grac'd Here feed thy Flock once lov'd though now thy scorn Like me forsaken and like me forlorn A Rock there is from whence I cou'd survey From far the blewish Shore and distant Sea Whose hanging top with toyl I climb'd each day With greedy View the prospect I ran o'er To see what wish'd for ships approach'd our shore One day all hopeless on its point I stood And saw a Vessel bounding o'er the Flood And as it nearer drew I cou'd discern Rich Purple Sails Silk Cords and Golden Stern Upon the Deck a Canopy was spread Of Antique work in Gold and Silver made Which mix'd with Sun beams dazling Light display'd But oh beneath this glorious Scene of State Curst be the sight a fatal Beauty sate And fondly you were on her Bosome lay'd Whilst with your perjur'd Lips her Fingers play'd Wantonly curl'd and dally'd with that hair Of which as sacred Charms I Bracelets wear Oh! hadst thou seen me then in that mad state So ruin'd so design'd for Death and Fate Fix'd on a Rock whose horrid Precipice In hollow Murmurs wars with Angry Seas Whilst the bleak Winds aloft my Garments bear Ruffling my careless and dishevel'd hair I look'd like the sad Statue of Despair With out-strech'd voice I cry'd and all around The Rocks and Hills my dire complaints resound I rent my Garments tore my flattering Face Whose false deluding Charms my Ruine was Mad as the Seas in Storms I breathe Despair Or Winds let loose in unresisting Air. Raging and Frantick through the Woods I fly And Paris lovely faithless Paris cry But when the Echos sound thy Name again I change to new variety of Pain For that dear name such tenderness inspires And turns all Passion to Loves softer Fires With tears I fall to kind Complaints again So Tempests are allay'd by Show'rs of Rain Say lovely Youth why wou'dst thou thus betray My easie Faith and lead my heart astray I might some humble Shepherd's Choice have been Had I that Tongue ne'er heard those Eyes ne'er seen And in some homely Cott in low Repose Liv'd undisturb'd with broken Vows and Oaths All day by shaded Springs my Flocks have kept And in some honest Arms at night have slept Then unupbraided with my wrongs thou 'dst been Safe in the Joys of the fair Grecian Queen What Stars do rule the Great no sooner you Became a Prince but you were Perjur'd too Are Crowsn and Falshoods then consistent things And must they all be faithless who are Kings The Gods be prais'd that I was humbly born Even thô it renders me my Paris scorn For I had rather this way wretched prove Than be a Queen and faithless in my Love Not my fair Rival wou'd I wish to be To come prophan'd by others Joys to thee A spotless Maid into thy Arms I brought Untouch'd in Fame ev'n Innocent in thought Whilst she with Love has treated many a Guest And brings thee but the leavings of a Feast With Theseus from her Country made Escape Whilst she miscall'd the willing Flight a Rape So now from Atreus Son with thee is fled And still the Rape hides the Adult'rous Deed. And is it thus Great Ladies keep intire That Vertue they so boast and you admire Is this a Trick of Courts can Ravishment Serve for a poor Evasion of Consent Hard shift to save that Honour priz'd so high Whilst the mean Fraud's the greater Infamy How much more happy are we Rural Maids Who know no other Palaces than Shades Who wish no Title to inslave the Crowd Lest they shou'd babble all our Crimes aloud No Arts our Good to shew our Ill to hide Nor know to cover faults of Love with Pride I lov'd and all Love 's Dictates did pursue And never thought it cou'd be Sin with you To Gods and Men I did my Love proclaim For one soft hour with thee my charming Swain Wou'd Recompence an Age to come of Shame Cou'd it as well but satisfie my Fame But oh those tender hours are fled and lost And I no more of Fame or Thee can boast 'T was thou wert Honour Glory all to me Till Swains had learn'd the Vice of Perjury No yielding Maids were charg'd with Infamy 'T is false and broken Vows make Love a Sin Hads thou been true We innocent had been But thou less faith than Autumn leaves do'st show Which ev'ry Blast bears from their native Bough Less Weight less Constancy in thee is born Than in the slender mildew'd Ears of Corn. Oft when you Garlands wove to deck my hair Where mystick Pinks and Dazies mingled were You swore 't was fitter Diadems to bear And when with eager Kisses prest my hand Have said How well a Scepter 't wou'd command And when I danc'd upon the Flow'ry Green With charming wishing Eyes survey my Mien And cry the God 's design'd thee for a Queen Why then for Helen dost thou me forsake Can a poor empty Name such difference make Besides if Love can be a Sin thine 's one To Menelaus Helen does belong Be Just restore her back She 's none of thine And charming Paris thou art onely mine 'T is no Ambitious Flame that makes me sue To be again
Accents take And when they wou'd a perfect Conquest make Teach their young favourite Lover so to speak 2. Her Neck on which all careless fell her Hair Her half discover'd rising Bosome bare Were beyond Nature form'd all Heavenly fair Tempting her dress loose with the Wind it flew Discovering Charms that wou'd alone subdue Her soft white slender Hands whose touches wou'd Beget desire even in an awful God Long Winter'd Age to tenderness wou'd move And in his Frozen Blood bloom a new spring of Love All these at once my Ravisht Senses charm'd And with unusual Fires my Bosome warm'd Thus my fixt Eyes pursu'd the lovely Maid Till they had lost her in the envied Glade Yet still I gaz'd as if I still had view'd The Object which my new desires pursu'd Lost while I stood against my Will my sight Conducted me unto a new delight Twelve little Boats were from the Banks unty'd And towards our Vessel sail'd with wondrousPride With wreathes of Flowers and Garlands they were drest Their Cordage all of Silk and Gold consist Their Sails of silver'd Lawn and Tinsel were Which wantonly were ruffled in the Air. As many little Cupids gayly clad Did Row each Boat nor other guides they had A thousand Zephires Fann'd the moving Fleet Which mixing with the Flow'rs became more sweet And by repeated Kiss did assume From them a scent that did the Air perfume So near us this delightful Fleet was come We cou'd distinguish what the Cupid's sung Which oft with charming Notes they did repeat With Voices such as I shall ne're forget You that do seek with Amorous desires To tast the Pleasures of the Life below Land on this Island and renew your Fires For without Love there is no joy you know Then all the Cupids waiting no Commands With soft inviting Smiles present their Hands And in that silent Motion seem'd to say You ought to follow when Love leads the way Made with delight and all transported too I quitted Reason and resolv'd to go For that bright charming Beauty I had seen And burnt with strange desire to see agen Fill'd with new hope I laught at Reasons force And towards the Island bent my eager Course The Zephires at that instant lent their Aid And I into Loves Fleet was soon convey'd And by a thousand Friendships did receive Welcomes which none butGod's of Love coud give Many possest with my Curiosity Tho' not inspir'd like me yet follow'd me And many staid behind and laught at us And in a scoffing tone reproacht us thus Farewel Adventurers go search the Joy Which mighty Love inspires and you shall find The treatment of the wond'rous Monarch Boy In 's Airy Castle always soft and kind We on the fragrant Beds of Roses laid And lull'd with Musick which the Zephires made When with the Amorous silken Sails they plaid Rather did them as wanting Wit account Then we in this affair did Judgment want With Smiles of pity only answer'd them Whilst they return'd us pitying ones again Now to the wisht for Shoar with speed we high Vain with our Fate and eager of our Joy And as upon the Beech we landed were An awful Woman did to us repair Goddess of Prudence who with grave advice Counsels the heedless Stranger to be Wise She guards this Shoar and Passage does forbid But now blind Sense her Face from us had hid We pass'd and dis-obey'd the heavenly Voice Which few e'er do but in this fatal place Now with impatient hast but long in vain I seek the Charming Author of my Pain And haunt the Woods the Groves and ev'ry Plain I ask each Chrystal Spring each murmuring Brook Who saw my fair or knows which way she took I ask the Eccho's when they heard her Name But they cou'd nothing but my Moans proclaim My Sighs the fleeting Winds far off do bear My Charmer coud no soft complaining hear At last where all was shade where all was Gay On a Brooks Brink which purling past away Asleep the lovely Maid extended lay Of different Flowers the Cupids made her Bed And Rosey Pillows did support her Head With what transported Joy my Soul was fill'd When I the Object of my wish beheld My greedy View each lovely part survey'd On her white Hand her Blushing Cheek was laid Half hid in Roses yet did so appear As if with those the Lillys mingled were Her thin loose Robe did all her shape betray Her wondrous shape that negligently lay And every Tempting Beauty did reveal But what young bashful Maids wou'd still conceal Impatient I more apt to hope than fear Approacht the Heav'nly sleeping Maid more near The place my flame and all her Charms invite To tast the sacred Joys of stoln delight The Grove was silent and no Creature by But the young smiling God of Love and I But as before the awful shrine I kneel'd Where Loves great Mystery was to be reveal'd A Man from out the Groves recess appears Who all my boasted Vigor turn'd to fears He slackt my Courage by a kind surprize And aw'd me with th' Majesty of his Eyes I bow'd and blusht and trembling did retire And wonder'd at the Pow'r that checkt my fire So excellent a Mean so good a Grace So grave a Look such a commanding Face In modest Speech as might well subdue Youth 's native wildness yet 't was gracious too A little Cupid waiting by my side Who was presented to me for a guide Beholding me decline the Sleeping Maid To gaze on this Intruder Thus he said RESPECT I. HIM whom you see so awful and severe Is call'd Respect the Eldest Son of Love Esteem his Mother is who every where Is the best Advocate to all the fair And knows the most obliging Arts to move Him you must still carress and by his Grace You 'l conquer all the Beauties of the Place To gain him 't is not Words will do His Rhetorick is the Blush and Bow II. He even requires that you shou'd silent be And understand no Language but from Eyes Or Sighs the soft Complaints on Cruelty Which soonest move the Heart they wou'd surprize They like the Fire in Limbecks gently move What words too hot and fierce destroy These by degrees infuse a lasting Love Whilst those do soon burn out the short blaz'd Joy These the all gaining Youth requires And bears to Ladies Hearts the Lambent Fires And He that wou'd against despair be proof Can never keep him Company enough Instructed thus I did my steps direct Towards the necessary Grave Respect Whom I soon won to favour my design To which young LOVE his promis'd aid did joyn This wak't Aminta who with trembling fear Wonder'd to see a stranger enter'd there With timorous Eyes the Grove she does survey Where are my LOVES she crys all fled away And left me in this gloomy shade alone And with a Man Alas I am undone Then strove to fly but I all prostrate lay And grasping fast her Robe oblig'd her stay Cease lovely
esteem But 't was not long my Passion I conceal'd My flame in spight of me it self reveal'd The silent Confession AND tho' I do not speak alas My Eyes and Sighs too much do say And pale and languishing my Face The torments of my Soul betray They the sad story do unfold Love cannot his own secrets hold And though Fear ty's my Tongue Respect my Eyes Yet something will disclose the pain Which breaking out throw's all disguise Reproaches her with Cruelties Which she augments by new disdain Where e're she be I still am there What-ere she do I that prefer In spight of all my strength at her approach I tremble with a sight or touch Paleness or Blushes does my Face surprize If mine by chance meet her encountering Eyes T was thus she learn'd my VVeakness and her Pow'r And knew too well she was my Conqueror And now Her Eyes no more their wonted Smiles afford But grew more fierce the more they were ador'd The marks of her esteem which heretofore Rais'd my aspiring flame oblige no more She calls up all her Pride to her defence And as a Crime condemns my just pretence Me from her presence does in Fury chase No supplications can my doom reverse And vainly certain of her Victory Retir'd into the Den of Cruelty The Den of Cruelty A Den where Tygers make the passage good And all attempting Lovers make their Food I' th' hollow of a mighty Rock 't is plac'd VVhich by the angry Sea is still imbrac'd VVhose frightful surface constant Tempest wears VVhich strikes the bold Adventurers with Fears The Elements their rudest VVinds send out VVhich blow continual coldness round about Upon the Rock eternal VVinters dwells VVhich weeps away in dropping Isicles The barren hardness meets no fruitful Ray Nor bears it Issue to the God of day All bleek and cale th' unshady prospect lies And nothing grateful meets the melancholy Eyes To this dire place Aminta goes whilst I Begg'd her with Prayers and Tears to pass it by All dying on the Ground my self I cast And with my Arms her flying Feet imbrac'd But she from the kind force with Fury flung And on an old deformed Woman hung A Woman frightful with a horrid Frown And o're her angry Eyes her Brows hung down One single Look of hers fails not t' impart A terror and despair to every Heart She fills the Universe with discontents And Torments for poor Lovers still invents This is the mighty Tyrant Cruelty Who with the God of Love is still at enmity She keeps a glorious Train and glorious Court And thither Youth and Beauty still resort But oh my Soul form'd for Loves softer Sport Cou'd not endure the Rigor of her Court Which her first rude Address did so affright That I all Trembling hasted from her Sight Leaving the unconcern'd and cruel Maid And on a Rivers Bank my self all fainting laid Which River from the obdurate Rock proceeds And cast's it self i' th' Melancholy Meads The River of Despair IT s Torrent has no other source But Tears from dying Lovers Eyes Which mixt with Sighs precipitates its course Softning the sensless Rocks in gliding by Whose doleful Murmurs have such Eloquence That even the neighbouring Trees and flow'rs have pi tying sense And Cruelty alone knows in what sort Against the moving sound to make defence Who laughs at all despair and Death as sport A dismal Wood the Rivers Banks do bear Securing even the day from entering there The Suns bright Rays a passage cannot find Whose Boughs make constant War against the Wind Yet though their Leaves glimmers a sullen Light Which renders all below more terrible than Night And shows upon the Bark of every Tree Sad stories carv'd of Love and Cruelty The Grove is fill'd with Sighs with Crys and Groans Reproaches and Complaints in dying Moans The Neighbouring Eccho's nothing do repeat But what the Soul sends forth with sad regret And all things there no other Murmurs make But what from Language full of death they take 'T was in this place dispairing ere to free Aminta from the Arms of Cruelty That I design'd to render up my Breath And charge the cruel Charmer with my Death The RESOLVE NOw my fair Tyrant I despise your Pow'r 'T is Death not you becomes my Conqueror This easy Trophy which your scorn Led bleeding by your Chariot-side Your haughty Victory to adorn Has broke the Fetters of your Pride Death takes his quarrel now in hand And laughs at all your Eyes can do His pow'r thy Beauty can withstand Not all your Smiles can the grim victor bow He 'll hold no Parley with your Wit Nor understands your wanton play Not all your Arts can force him to submit Not all your Charms can teach him to obey Your youth nor Beauty can inspire His frozen Heart with Love's perswasive fire Alas you cannot warm him to one soft desire Oh mighty Death that art above The pow'r of Beauty or of Love Thus sullen with my Fate sometimes I grew And then a fit of softness wou'd ensue Then weep and on my Knees implore my Fair And speak as if Aminta present were The QUESTION SAY my fair Charmer must I fall A Victim to your Cruelty And must I suffer as a Criminal Is it to Love offence enough to dye Is this the recompence at last Of all the restless hours I 've past How oft my Awe and my Respect Have fed your Pride and Scorn How have I suffer'd your neglect Too mighty to be born How have I strove to hide that flame You seem'd to dis-approve How careful to avoid the name Of Tenderness or Love Least at that Word some guilty Blush shou'd own What your bright Eyes forbad me to make known Thus fill'd the neighbouring Eccho's with my Cry Did nothing but reproach complain and dye One day All hopeless on the Rivers Brink I stood Resolv'd to plunge into the Rapid Floud That Floud that eases Lovers in despair And puts an end to all their raging care 'T is hither those betray'd by Beauty come And from this kinder stream receive their doom Here Birds of Ominous presages Nest Securing the forlorn Inhabitants from rest Here Mid-night-Owls night-Crows and Ravens dwell Filling the Air with Melancholy Yell Here swims a thousand Swans whose doleful moan Sing dying Lovers Requiems with their own I gaz'd around and many Lovers view'd Gastly and pale who my design pursu'd But most inspir'd by some new hope or won To finish something they had left undone Some grand Important bus'ness of their Love Did from the fatal precipice remove For me no Reason my designs disswade Till Love all Breathless hasted to my Aid With force m' unfixing Feet he kindly graspt And tenderly reproacht my desperate hast Reproach'd my Courage and condemn'd my Wit That meanly cou'd t' a Womans scorn submit That cou'd to feed her Pride and make her vain Destroy an Age of Life for a short date of pain He wou'd have left me here
made she should so easily betray 'em and forgetting my Services receive those of another less capable of rendring them to her advantage Somtimes I would excuse her ungratitude with a thousand things that seem'd reasonable but still that was but to make me more sensible of my disgrace and then I would accuse myself of a thousand weaknesses below the Character of a Man I would even despise and loath my own easiness and resolve to be no longer a Mark-out-fool for all the Rhiming Wits of the Island to aim their Dogrel at And grown as I imagined brave at this thought I resolved first to be fully convinced of the perfidy of my Mistress and then to rent my Heart from the attachment that held it You know that from the Desart of Remembrance one does with great facility look over all the Island of Love I was resolved to go thither one day and where indeed I could survey all things that past in the Groves the Bowers by Rivers or Fountains or whatever other place remote or obscure 't was from thence that one day I saw the faithless Silvia in the Palace of True Pleasure in the very Bower of Bliss with one of my Rivals but most intimate Friend 'T was there I saw my Rival take Pleasures he knew how to make There he took and there was given All the Joys that Rival Heaven Kneeling at her Feet he lay And in transports dy'd away Where the faithless suffer'd too All the amorous Youth cou'd do The Ardour of his fierce desire Set his Face and Eyes on fire All their Language was the Blisses Of Ten thousand eager Kisses While his ravish'd Neck she twin'd And to his Kisses Kisses join'd Till both inflam'd she yeilded so She suffer'd all the Youth cou'd do In fine 't was there I saw that I must lose the day And I saw in this Lover Ten thousand Charms of Youth and Beauty on which the ingrate with greedy languishing Eyes eternally gazed with the same Joy she used to behold me when she made me most happy I confess this Object was so far from pleasing me as I believed a confirmation would that the change inspired me with a rage which nothing else could do and made me say things unbecoming the Dignity of my Sex who ought to disdain those faithless Slaves which Heaven first made to obey the Lords of the Creation A thousand times I was about to have rush'd upon 'em and have ended the Lives of the loose betrayers of my repose but Love stepp'd in and stay'd my hand preventing me from an Outrage that would have cost me that rest of Honour I yet had left But when my rage was abated I fell to a more insupportable Torment that of extream Grief to find another possest of what I had been so long and with so much Toil in gaining 'T was thus I retir'd and after a little while brought myself to make calm Reflections upon this Adventure which reduced me to some reason When one day as I was walking in an unfrequented Shade whither my Melancholy had conducted me I incountred a Man of a hauty look and meen his Apparel rich and glorious his Eyes awful and his Stature tall the very sight of him inspired me with coldness which render'd me almost insensible of the infidelity of Silvia This Person was Pride who looking on me as he past with a fierce and disdainful Smile over his Shoulder and regarding me with scorn said Why shou'd that faithless wanton give Thy Heart so mortal pain Whose Sighs were only to deceive Her Oaths all false and vain Despise those Tears thou shedd'st for her Disdain to sigh her Name To Love thy Liberty prefer To faithless Silvia Fame I knew by his words he was Pride or Disdain and would have embraced him but he put me off seeing Love still by me who had not yet abandoned me and turned himself from me with a regardless scorn but I who was resolved not to forsake so discreet a Counsellor rather chose to take my leave of little Love who had ever accompanyed me in this Voyage But oh this adieu was not taken so easily and soon as I imagined Love was not to be quitted without abundance of Sighs and Tears at parting he had been a Witness to all my Adventures my Confident in this Amour and not to be deserted without a great deal of pain I stayed so long in bidding the dear Boy adieu that I had almost forgot Disdain at last though my Heart were breaking to part with the dear fondling I was resolved and said Farewel my little charming Boy Farewel my fond delight My dear Instructer all the day My soft repose at night Thou whom my Soul has so carest And my poor Heart has held so fast Thou never left me in my pain Nor in my happier hours Thou eas'd me when I did complain And dry'd my falling showrs When Silvia frown'd still thou woud'st smile And all my Cares and Griefs beguile But Silvia's gone and I have torn Her Witchcrafts from my Heart And nobly fortify'd by scorn Her Empire will subvert Thy Laws establish'd there destroy And bid adieu to the dear charming Boy In quitting Love I was a great while before I could find Disdain but I at last overtook him He accompanyed me to a Village where I received a Joy I had not known since my Arrival to the Isle of Love and which Repose seemed the sweeter because it was new When I came to this place I saw all the World Easie Idle and at Liberty This Village is like a Desart and all the Inhabitants live within themselves there is only one Gate by which we enter into it from the Isle of Love This place is called Indifference and takes its Name from a Princess inhabiting there a Person very fair and well made but has a Grace and Meen of so little Wit and seems so inutile and so silly that it renders her even ridiculous As soon as I arrived there I called to my remembrance all those affronts and cheats of Love that Silvia had put upon me and which now served for my diversion and were agreeable thoughts to me so that I called myself Ten thousand Sots and Fools for resenting 'em and that I did not heartily despise 'em laugh at 'em and make my Pleasure with the false One as well as the rest for she dissembled well and for ought I knew 't was but dissembled Love she paid my Rivals But I forsooth was too nice a Coxcomb I cou'd not feed as others did and be contented with such Pleasures as she cou'd afford but I must ingross all and unreasonably believe a Woman of Youth and Wit had not a longer Race of Love to run than to my Arms alone Well 't is now confest I was a Fool nor could I hinder myself from saying a thousand times a day That Coxcomb can ne're be at ease While Beauty inslaves his Soul 'T is Liberty only can please And he that
in I divided my Heart and my Intreaties between 'em and knew not to which I most ardently meant 'em I was very sensible that while I treated both with equal Love and Respect that I should gain neither and yet if what I said to both had been addrest to any one of 'em it would have prevailed and I found it easie to have kept either if I would resolve to quit the other but my heart not inclining to that or if it wou'd not knowing which I shou'd chuse made me remain between 'em both the most out-of-countenanced coxcomb that ever was taken in the cheats of Love while both were on either side reproaching me with all the malice and noise imaginable so that not being able longer to endure the clamour I took my flight from 'em both and ran with all the force I cou'd to a Village call'd Irresolution and where Coquet Love abandon'd me saying that place was not proper for him The Houses of this Village are for the most part not half built but all appears very desolate and ruinous It appertains to a Lady very fantastique of the same name She maks a Figure pleasant enough she never dresses herself because she cannot determin what habit to put on she is ever tormenting herself still turning to this side and to that yet never stirs from the place because undetermin'd she knows not whither nor which way to go And having so many in her mind resolves to go to neither one always sees an Agitation in her Eyes that keeps them in perpetual motion and fixt on nothing You see her perpetually perplext with a thousand designs in her head at once but puts none of them in execution I found myself in this place Ambarassed with a thousand confusions and thoughts for Bellinda and Bellimante had equally shar'd my soul and I knew not for which I shou'd declare nor whether the Wit and extream good Humour of the first were more powerful upon my heart than the Beauty and softness of the last so that I was wholly unable to determin which I shou'd quit having the same sentiments for one as for the other and resolv'd to abandon both rather than content myself with one And the fear of losing one was the occasion of my losing both in fine I was in the most cruel incertainty in the World And I cou'd not forbear saying a thousand times to myself When Love shall two fair objects mix And in the Heart two passions fix 'T is a pleasure too severe Cruel Joy we cannot bear Too much Love for two I own But too little flame for one While I was thus perplext betwixt these two violent passions when no reason cou'd resolve me which to choose as I was one day meditating what to do in this extreamity a Woman presented herself to me whose Beauty was infinitely transcending all I had ever beheld she had a noble and Majestick meen a most Divine Air and her charms cast so great a Lustre that I was dazl'd with Gazing on her she struck me with so profound a respect at the first sight of her Glory 's that I cou'd not forbear throwing myself at her feet imploring I might be eternally permitted to Adore her and to become her slave When raising me from the ground and looking on me with Eyes more Majestick than kind she said to me in a loud voyce Fly Lysidus this hated Place Too long thou 'st bin a slave to Love Thy youth has yet a nobler Race In more Illustrious paths to move Glory your fonder flame controuls Glory the life os generous Souls Once you must Love to learn to live 'T is the first lesson youth shou'd learn Useful instructions Love will give If you avoid too much concern Loves flame thô in appearance bright Deceives with false and glittering light But Lysidus the time is come You must to Beauty bid adieu Recal your wandering passions home And only be to Glory true She is a Mistress that will last When all Loves fires are gone and past Those words repeated to me with an Air haughty and imperious toucht me to the very Soul and made me blush a thousand times with shame to behold myself in that ridiculous state almost reduc'd to the same tenderness for Bellinda and Bellimante I had before had for Silvia but I soon found my error and in an instant became more in Love with Glory than I had ever been in my life Insomuch that I resolv'd to leave Irresolution and follow her I confess at first it gave my heart som little pain to withdraw and disingage it from so long and so fond a custom and I was more than once forc'd to parly thus with my imtractable and stubborn heart Oh! fond remembrance do not bring False notions to my easy heart And make the foolish tender thing Think that with Love it cannot part Or dy when e're the charming God Forsak's his old and kind abode And thou my heart be calm and Pleas'd For better hours thou now shalt see Of all thy Anxious torments eas'd From all thy toyles and slavery free From Beauties Pride and peevish scorns From Wits Intregueing false returns 'T is Honour now thou shalt persue Her dictates only shalt obey Yet Beauty en Passant may view And be with all loves Pleasures Gay Quench when you please resistless fires But make no business of desires Thus my dear Lysander following Glory I soon arriv'd at the extent of the Island of Love and there I incounter'd a thousand Beauties Attractions Graces and Agreements all which endeavor'd a new but in vain to engage me I past by 'em all without any regard only sight as I beheld 'em with the remembrance how once the meanest of those Beauties wou'd have charm'd me I lookt back on all those happy shades who had been conscious of my softest pleasures and a thousand times I sighing bid 'em farwel the Rivers Springs and Fountains had my wishes that they might still be true and favor Lovers as they had a thousand times done me These dear rememberance you may believe stay'd some time with me yet I wou'd not for an Empire have return'd to 'em again nor have liv'd that life over a new I had so long and with so much pleasure persu'd After this I took a Vessel and put off from that shore where thô I had met with many Misfortunes I had also receiv'd a thousand joys While it was in view I found myself toucht with some regret but being sail'd out of sight of it I sigh'd no more but bid adieu to fond Love for ever All you Beauties and Attractions That make so many hearts submit Soft inspirers of affection Mistresses of dear bought wit To whose Empire we resigning Prove our homage justly due After all our sighs and whining Dear delight we bid adieu After all your fond Caprices All your Arts to seem Divine Painting Patching and your Dresses Easy votaryes to incline After all your couzening Billets Sighs and
tears but all untrue To your Gilting tricks and quillets I for ever bid adieu The Table TO a fair Lady sent with a Miscellany of Poems P. 1 To Urania in Mourning 2 SONG 3 On Beauty A Pindarick 4 SONG 10 SONG Ibid. To the Heroick Antonia 11 To Laurinda 13 On a Lady singing 15 To Mr. W. 16 Armida Or the fair Gill. 17 Predictions for Saturday next 21 To Astrea on her sending me a Bottle of Orange Flower-Water 22 To Cloris going into the Country 23 SONG 24 To a Lady whom he never saw nor had any description of to prove he loves her By a Person of Quality 24 Song by the same hand 26 Sleeping on her fair hand 28 To Gloriana on saying I had a tough heart Ibid. Sent with Ovid's Epistles to a fair Lady 29 Sent with a Basket of Fruit. 30 Love cannot be indifferent 31 To Astrea On her absence during which I could not write 32 To the most accomplisht Heroick and incomparable the Lady Antonia 33 Sent with Cowley's Works to Astrea 35 To my Heart 36 Dialogue Thirsis and Clarona 39 SONG 40 Strephon to his three Mistresses 42 To the Fam'd Antonia On her Duelling 44 SONG 47 On an ungrateful and undeserving Mistress whom he could not help loving 49 On the Death of Melantha 55 To the Nightingal coming in the Spring 60 A Pastoral on the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earl of Ossory to the Lady Mary Somerset By Edw. Arwaker M. A. 71 A SONG 80 A Pastoral on the Death of His late Majesty writtet by M. Otway 81 SONG 83 Strephons complaint banisht from Sacarisa 84 An Elegie written by Mr. W. O. 85 A Pindarick to Mrs. Behn on her Poem on the Coronation written by a Lady 89 To Mr. Wolseley on his Preface to Valentinan By a Lady of Quality 95 Mr. Wolseley's Answer to the foregoing Copy 96 To the Honourable Sir Francis Fane on his Play called the Sacrifice by Mrs. A. B. 102 Cato's Answer to Labienus when he 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 consult the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Goveâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SONG 〈…〉 To Damon 〈…〉 Song of Basset by Sir George Etherege 〈◊〉 To the Lord Bishop of Rochester on his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Plot. 120 Upon the arrival of his Excellency the Earl of Clarendon in Ireland by a M. of A. 122 A Poem against Fruition by Alexis 127 To Alexis in Answer to his Poem against Fruition 129 To Alexis on his saying I lov'd a man that talkt much by Mrs. B. 132 A Pastoral on the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex to the Lady Mary Compton by Mrs. Behn 134 On desire A Pindarick by Mrs. B. 145 Song By a Person of Quality 152 Song By a Person of Quality 153 Song By the same hand 154 A Pastoral Song on the late King 157 The departure by Damon Novemb. 78. 159 To Amintas upon reading the lives of some of the Romans by Mrs. B. 161 On the first discovery of falseness in Aminta by Mrs. B. 164 SONG 167 On a Blew spot made in a Ladys neck by Gun-powder by a Person of Quality 168 On Dido 169 SONG Ibid. The Choice 170 A Letter to Astrea 171 To Mrs. B. from a Lady who had a desire to see her 172 To the fair Clarinda who made Love to me imagin'd more than Woman By Mrs. B. 175 FINIS A Miscellany OF POEMS To a Fair Lady sent with a Miscellany of Poems FAir Charmer see how various Poets meet To lay their several Labours at your Feet Whose different Fancies different Passions move The grinning Satyr and the smiling Love And sure there 's somthing that you may approve The Volume like a Landskip will appear Some parts less Beautiful some Bright and Clear But where Defects i' th' Picture you shall spy Be pleas'd their want of Lustre to supply And gild it with a Beam from your bright Eye To Urania in Mourning SEE where she sits in mourning Robes aray'd Like Night's bright Goddess shining thro' a shade What Charms has this fair Mourner that can make The sable dress of Grief such Beauty take Dull Custom has prescrib'd this sad Attire When Sorrow reigns and Beauty wou'd retire But Sorrows self when by Urania worn Looks fair and charming as the rising Morn Thus when descending Angels would disguise Their bright celestial Form from human Eyes Their Splendor thro' the borrow'd shape will shine And we perceive an Excellence Divine But while this lovely mourning Nymph we view We sigh weep languish and turn Mourners too Yet with this difference that while others weep For Friends expir'd and lodg'd in Death's calm Sleep A restless waking Passion makes our Grief That ne're can dye nor ever hope Relief Yet would Urania from her Sorrows spare To my Distress one balmy pitying Tear That Charity wou'd make me bless my Pain And never wish to be at Ease again SONG AS wretched vain and indiscreet Those Matches I deplore Whose Bartering Friends in Counsel meet To huddle in a Wedding Sheet Some miserable Pair that never met before Poor Love of no account must be Tho' ne're so fixt and true No Merit but in Gold they see So Portion and Estate agree No matter what the Bride and Bridegroom do Curst may all covetous Husbands be That Wed with such Design And Curst they are For while they ply Their Wealth some Lover by the By Reaps the true Bliss and digs the richer Mine On Beauty A PINDARIC SAY all ye Judging wise Who into Nature's Secrets dive And can her unknown Reasons give From whence great Beauties wond'rous power do's rise Whose Universal Tyranny Subdues the Tributary World and brings In equal Fetters Slaves and Kings To languish in a soft Captivity It triumphs o're the Strong and Proud It calms the Stormy and the Loud The stubborn and the frozen Cold dissolves Perverts the wise Mans best Resolves The Genius of the Wits and Braves imploys In the important Subject of its Praise The Fool and Coward too inspires This with prevailing Wit that with Heroick Fires Judah's wise King when he Had studied Nature o're and o're Surveying all her hidden Store Even from the Reed to the triumphant Tree Thro' all the spacious Universal round Soft Beauty was the only good he found Worth setting his select Affections on 'T was there he bounded his Delights His chearful Days and charming Nights On that most perfect Bliss beneath the Sun Beauty alone inspir'd him with the Theme Of the bright Virgins of Hierusalem From that alone his Divine Raptures sprung Beauty his Business was and Love was all his Song When Alexander had his Conquest hurl'd O're all the yielding Tributary World And found no more that could afford New Business for his Glory and his Sword 'T is said He wept but when the Persian Maid With greater Charms the Hero had survey'd He found the toil of Conquering her much more Than all his worthless Worlds before He sigh'd and bow'd lookt
the Gods approve The Fates Decree and have pronounc'd I Love Song by the same hand SOme Brag of there Cloris and some of their Phyllis Some cry up their Celia's and bright Amarillis Thus Poets and Lovers their Mistresses Dub And Goddesses frame from the Wash-boul and Tub But away with these fictions and counterfait folly There 's a thousand more charmes in the name of my Dolly I cannot describe nor her Beauty and Wit Like Manna to each she 's the Relishing Bit She alone by enjoyment the more does prevail And still with fresh pleasure does hoist up your sail Nay had you a surfeit took of all others One Look of my Doll strait your stomach recovers But when I consider her Humour and feature I 'm apt to suspect she 's inclin'd to the creature What contrary winds in my Breast then arise What hopes and what fear and what doubt do surprise What Storms do I feel of trouble and care While my wishes themselves at variance are For somtimes I wish her more cruel less fair But then I should either not Love or despair I 'd have her to Love too not Amorous be I 'd have her be coy but kinder to me But should she in me this Humour discover She 'd quickly discard her Impertinent Lover Sleeeping on her fair hand IF custom those for Poets does allow That once have slept upon Parnassus brow Why may not I to that Ambition grow Who Slept upon this fairer Hill of Snow At least in this our fancies do agree They of their Mountain write and I of thee And as they beg the favor of the nine To match their noblest flights I ask but thine To Gloriana on saying I had a tough heart FIrst let the Lyon dread the bleating Sheep The winds be husht the Sea's and Fountains sleep The day 's bright Empire to the night resign And water freez beneath the burning Line These contradictions sooner shall be found Than Gloriana's Beauty fail to wound Allow fair charmer that as you have said My heart were of the toughest Temper made What privilege can thence to me befal 'Gainst those prevailing powers that conquer all If feebler charmes the force of Love can shew Then how much deeper must his Arrows go When Gloriana's Eye-brow is the Bow Sent with Ovids Epistles to a fair Lady A Juster Present sure was never made Than these Epistles to your hand convey'd For there the Loves of Ladies most appear These cuplets only Strephons Passion bear A Passion true as theirs more full of heart And brings in substance what it wants in Art But if in slighted Flames they ever burn'd Their wrongs upon our sex are now return'd For never they their Lovers did persue With half that Passion that I sigh for you Of Love the only Picture there you see But have the true Original in me Your Justice therefore must this truth approve They better write of Love I better Love Sent with a Basket of Fruit THe Streets with flowry Garlands we shou'd croun To welcom fair Astrea to the Town Officious Cupids at her feet shou'd lay The fairest Treasures of the Blooming May But now we seek the Summers store in vain For these Autumnal Fruits alone remain Which mourning Loves shou'd to Astrea bear As Legacies of the departed year But when the little Messengers shall spye The Charming Nymph transported they will cry No more my Mates your Winter Presents bring For we have found the Goddess of the Spring Love cannot be indifferent INdifference in Love it cannot be 'T is contradiction to the last degree Cool temp'rate Passion is an empty name And greater nonsence than a freezing flame Hope fear and joy may with degrees dispense These Passions but by halves affect our sense But when we love 't is still with violence And that dull Shepherd who this truth denies Sure never must have seen Astrea's eyes Half Beauties may perhaps half Passions move But She still wounds with all the force of Love Yet whilst such rigorous flames she does inspire Preserves herself Unmov'd by any fire Who gaze upon her Charms are sure to burn And are as certain to have no return Yet ne're repent them of their destiny But count it greater Bliss for her to dye Than in the Armes of other Beauties lye To Astrea On her absence during which I cou'd not write IF e're I had a sparke o' the Poets flame From fair Astrea's quickning Beams it came And since the meanest Writer will aspire To call his faculty a sacred fire Why may not I presume that mine is so That from a cause so excellent did grow But it s not strange since it was born so high That like an earthly vapour it shou'd dye No no Astrea t is my greatest Pride That in appearance for a while it dy'd This seeming weakness proves its birth was true And that the noble flame was caus'd by you 'T was in your absence that my Muse lay dead But at the sight of you lifts up its head She wakes Astrea's Graces to rehearse And pay the tribute of a thankful verse So the Springs Bird the Swallow 's seen no more When Winters stormy Blasts begin to roar But with the Springs return she sings again And takes her nimble flight o're ev'ry Plain Yet thô the Poets fire grew cold my breast Retain'd one flame that cou'd not be supprest A flame that like the other did arise And first was kindled by Astrea's Ey 's But This no Absence can destroy 't will burn Thô with despair opprest and sure of no Return To the most accomplisht Heroick and incomparable the Lady Antonia Madam YOur charming sex t is true can only claim By native right th' exalted Poets flame But nature has so frugally to most Dispens'd her gifts that few perfection boast Beauty for one she thinks a Portion fit Where Beauty failes she makes amends with wit But where her niggard hand does neither grant A generous soul supplys the double want On all the rest her favours singly fall Antonia only has engrost them all Thus when my Muse wou'd shew herself with Grace I bid her Copy from Antonia's face And when with wit she wou'd my verse inspire Take from your Eyes the brisk enlivening fire Or if she wou'd present an Empress part Than to consult Antonia's generous heart Oh! had Apelles when he Venus drew And robb'd the Sex to make his Picture true Had the great Artist once Antonia seen Once view'd her Beauty and Heroick Meen The whole sex to his Aid he need not call To glean the several charmes For in your Person he had found them all Sent with Cowleys workes to Astrea THe Gentle Cowley in a mournful strain Once of Injurious fortune did complain But thought not then that our obliging times Wou'd recompence his unrewarded Rhimes For now presented at Astrea's feet His noble Muse her full reward does meet The Mistress whose bright charmes such fame did gain Was but a fair creation of
Statesmen chose By our discerning Monarch wise and just He 's judg'd most fit thy troubles to compose And to make good thy Princes mighty trust Our Churches firm support and friend he 'l prove The Laws Instructor Learnings Patron too The good will cherish and the Loyal love All this and more than this he 'l be and do Arise then Gracious Clarendon and sway That People who have long'd for your Arrive Who love your Person and with joy obey Even while the God-like Ormond is alive The Sun and you do now together get And give new life new influence to men May you unlike to him or never set Or like him ever rise to us agen A Poem against fruition written on the reading in Mountains Essay By Alexis AH wretched Man whom neither fate can please Nor Heavens indulgent to his wish can bless Desire torments him or fruition cloys Fruition which shou'd make his bliss destroys Far from our Eyes th' inchanting objects set Advantage by the friendly distance get Fruition shews the cheat and views 'em near Then all their borrow'd splendours plain appear And we what with much care we gain and skill An empty nothing find or real ill Thus disappointed our mistaken thought Not finding satisfaction which it sought Renews its search and with much toyl and pain Most wisely strives to be deceiv'd again Hurried by our fantastick wild desire We loath the present absent things admire Those we adore and fair Idea's frame And those enjoy'd we think wou'd quench the flame In vain the Ambitious feaver still returns And with redoubled fire more fiercely burns Our boundless vast desires can know no rest But travel forward still and labour to be blest Philosophers and Poets strove in vain The restless anxious Progress to restrain And to their loss soon found their Good supream An Airy notion and a pleasing Dream For happiness is no where to be found But flys the searcher like enchanted ground Are we then masters or the slaves of things Poor wretched vassalls or terrestial Kings Left to our reason and by that betray'd We lose a present bliss to catch a shade Unsatisfy'd with Beauteous natures store The universal Monarch Man is only poor To Alexis in Answer to his Poem against Fruition ODE by Mrs. B. AH hapless sex who bear no charms But what like lightning flash and are no more False fires sent down for baneful harms Fires which the fleeting Lover feebly warms And given like past Beboches o're Like Songs that please thô bad when new But learn'd by heart neglected grew In vain did Heav'n adorn the shape and face With Beautyes which by Angels forms it drew In vain the mind with brighter Glories Grace While all our joys are stinted to the space Of one betraying enterview With one surrender to the eager will We 're short-liv'd nothing or a real ill Since Man with that inconstancy was born To love the absent and the present scorn Why do we deck why do we dress For such a short-liv'd happiness Why do we put Attraction on Since either way t is we must be undon They fly if Honour take our part Our Virtue drives 'em o're the field We lose 'em by too much desert And Oh! they fly us if we yeild Ye Gods is there no charm in all the fair To fix this wild this faithless wanderer Man our great business and our aim For whom we spread our fruitless snares No sooner kindles the designing flame But to the next bright object bears The Trophies of his conquest and our shame Inconstancy's the good supream The rest is airy Notion empty Dream Then heedless Nymph be rul'd by me If e're your Swain the bliss desire Think like Alexis he may be Whose wisht Possession damps his fire The roving youth in every shade Has left some sighing and abandon'd Maid For t is a fatal lesson he has learn'd After fruition ne're to be concern'd To Alexis On his saying I lov'd a Man that talk'd much by Mrs. B. ALexis since you 'l have it so I grant I am impertinent And till this moment did not know Thrô all my life what 't was I ment Your kind opinion was th' unflattering glass In which my mind found how deform'd it was In your clear sense which knows no art I saw the error of my Soul And all the feebless of my heart With one reflection you controul Kind as a God and gently you chastise By what you hate you teach me to be wise Impertinence my sexes shame Which has so long my life persu'd You with such modesty reclaim As all the Woman has subdu'd To so divine a power what must I owe That renders me so like the perfect you That conversable thing I hate Already with a just disdain Who Prid 's himself upon his prate And is of word that Nonsense vain When in your few appears such excellence They have reproacht and charm'd me into sense For ever may I listning sit Thô but each hour a word be born I wou'd attend the coming wit And bless what can so well inform Let the dull World henceforth to words be damn'd I 'm into nobler sense than talking sham'd A PASTORAL Pindarick On the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earle of Dorset and Midlesex to the Lady Mary Compton A DIALOGUE Between Damon and Aminta By Mrs. Behn Aminta WHither young Damon whither in such hast Swift as the Winds you sweep the Grove The Amorous God of Day scarce hy'd so fast After his flying Love Damon Aminta view my Face and thence survey My very Soul and all its mighty joy A joy too great to be conceal'd And without speaking is reveal'd For this eternal Holyday A Day to place i' th' Shepherds Kalendar To stand the glory of the circling year Let it's blest date on every Bark be set And every Echo its dear name repeat Let 'em tell all the neighbouring Woods and Plains That Lysidus the Beauty of the Swains Our darling youth our wonder and our Pride Is blest with fair Clemena for a Bride Oh happy Pair Let all the Groves rejoyce And gladness fill each heart and every voyce Aminta Clemena that bright maid for whom our Shepherds pine For whom so many weeping Eyes decline For whom the Echos all complain For whom with sigh and falling tears The Lover in his soft despairs Disturbs the Peaceful Rivers gliding stream The bright Clemena who has been so long The destinie of hearts and yet so young She that has robb'd so many of content Yet is herself so Sweet so Innocent She that as many hearts invades As charming Lysidus has conquer'd maids Oh tell me Damon is the lovely fair Become the dear reward of all the Shepherds care Has Lysidus that prize of Glory won For whom so many sighing Swains must be undon Damon Yes it was destin'd from Eternity They only shou'd each other's be Hail lovely pair whom every God design'd In your first great Creation shou'd be joyn'd Aminta