was not hated by her and that she had not a heart wholly insensible so that I never quitted her till I had gain'd so much upon her to accompany me to Permission where for some time we pass our days very pleasantly and having so good fortune with Bellinda I had now a great desire to try my power over Bellimante and where indeed contrary to my expectation I was not so happy But she went from me to Denial and I was for that hour oblig'd to return again to Bellinda it was some time I searcht her in vain but at last found her at a little Village extreamly agreeable There are very few Inhabitants but those that are live in perpetual union yet do not talk much for they understand one another with half words A sign of the Hand the Head or the Eye a glance or smile is sufficient to declare a great part of the Inclination It is here where the Lover takes all freedoms without controul and says and dos all that soft Love can permit And every day they take and give a secret Entertainment speaking a particular Language which every body does not understand and none but Lovers can reply too in effect there are as many Languages as persons The Governess of this Village is very charming to those that are acquainted with her and as disagreeable to those that are not she is a person of a great deal of Wit and knows all things She has a thousand ways to make herself understood and comprehends all in a moment that you wou'd or can say to her In this place to divert we make a thousand pretty sorts of Entertainments and we have abundance of Artifices which signify nothing and yet they serve to make life Agreeable and Pleasant 'T was thus I liv'd at Intelligence when I understood that Bellimante was retir'd to Cruelty This news afflicted me extreamly but I was not now of a humour to swell the Floods with my tears or increase the rude winds with my ruder sighs to tear my hair and beat my Innocent breast as I us'd in my first Amount to do However I was so far concern'd that I made it my business not to lose this insensible fair one but making her a visit in spight of her retreat I reproacht her with cruelty Why fair Maid are you uneasy When a slave designs to please you When he at your feet is lying Sighing languishing and dying Why do you preserve your charms Only for offensive Armes What the Lover wou'd possess You maintain but to oppress Cease fair Maid your cruel sway And let your Lover dy a nobler way Who the Devil wou'd not believe me as much in love now as I ever was with Silvia My heart had learn'd then all the soft Language of Love which now it cou'd prattle as naturally as its Mother Tongue and sighing and dying was as ready for my mouth as when it came from my very heart and cost me nothing to speak Love being as cheaply made now by me as a barter for a Horse or a Coach and with as little concern almost It pleas'd me while I was speaking and while I believ'd I was gaining the vanity and pleasure of a conquest over an unvanquisht heart However I cou'd yet perceive no Grist come to my Mill no heart to my Lure young as it was it had a cunning that was harder to deceive than all Bellinda's Wit And seeing her persist still in her Resolution I left her with a heart whose pride more than Passion resented the obduratness of this Maid I went as well compos'd however as I cou'd to Intelligence and found even some pleasure in the cruelty and charming resistance of Bellimante since I propos'd to myself an infinite happyness in softning a heart so averse to Love and which I knew I shou'd compel to yeild some time or other with very little pains and force Oh! what Pleasure 't is to find A coy heart melt by slow degrees When to yeilding t is inclin'd Yet her fear a ruin sees When her tears do kindly flow And her sighs do come and goe Oh! how charming tis to meet Soft resistance from the fair When her pride and wishes meet And by turns increase her care Oh! how charming 'tis to know She wou'd yeild but can't tell how Oh! how pretty is her scorn When confus'd 'twixt Love and Shame Still refusing though she burn The soft pressures of my Flame Her Pride in her denyal lies And mine is in my Victories I feigned nevertheless abundance of Grief to find her-still persist in her rigorous Cruelty and I made her believe that all my absent hours I abandoned myself to sorrows and despairs though Love knows I parted with all those things in Silia's Arms. But whatever I pretend to appear at Cruelty and before Bellimante at Intelligence I was all Galliard and never in better Humour in my Life than when I went to visit Bellinda I put on the Gravity of a Lover and beheld her with a Solemn Languishing Look In fine I accustomed myself to counterfeit my Humour whenever I found it convenient for my Advantage Tears Vows and Sighs cost me nothing and I knew all the Arts to jilt for Love and could act the dying Lover whenever it made for my Satisfaction He that wou'd precious time improve And husband well his hours Let him complain and dye for Love And spare no Sighs or Showers To second which let Vows and Oaths Be ready at your will And fittest times and seasons chuse To shew your cozening skill In fine after I had sufficiently acted the Languishing Lover for the accomplishment of all my Wishes I thought it time to change the Scene and without having recourse to Pity I followed all the Counsels of my Cupid who told me that in stead of dying and whining at her Feet and damning myself to obtain her Grace I should affect a Coldness and an Unconcern for Lycidus assure yourself said he there is nothing a Woman will not do rather than lose her Lover either from Vanity or Inclination I thanked Love for his kind Advice and to persue it the next day I drest myself in all the Gayety imaginable My Eyes my Air my Language were all changed and thus fortified with all the put-on indifference in the World I made Bellimante a Visit and after a thousand things all cold and unconcerned far from Love or my former Softness I cried laughing to her Cease cease that vain and useless scorn Or save it for the Slaves that dye I in your Flames no longer burn No more the whining Fool you fly But all your Cruelty desie My Heart your Empire now disdains And Frown or Smile all 's one to me The Slave has broke his Servial Chains And spight of all your Pride is free From the Tyrannick Slavery Be kind or cruel every day Your Eyes may wear what dress they please 'T will not affect me either way How my fond Heart has found its Peace
my absence there incountred her a Woman extremely ugly and who was however very nice and peevish inconstant in her temper and no one place could continue her The finest things in the World were troublesom to her and she was Shagreen at every thing her Name is Indifference she is a Person of very great Power in this Island though possibly you never incountred her there and those that follow her depart from the Isle of Love without any great pains She brought Silvia to the Lake of Disgust whether in persuing her at my return I found her ready to take Boat to have past quite away and where there are but too many to transport those Passengers who follow Indifference over the Lake of Disgust I saw this disagreeable Creature too but she appeared too ugly for me to approach her but forcing Silvia back I returned again to the Palace of True Pleasure where some days after there arrived to me a Misfortune of which I believed I should never have seen an end I found Silvia inviron'd round with new Lovers still adoring and pleasing her a thousand ways and though none of 'em were so rich so young or so handsom as I she nevertheless failed not to treat 'em with all the Smiles and Caresses 't was possible to imagin when I complain'd of this she would satisfy my fears with so many Vows and Imprecations that I would believe her and think myself unreasonable but when she would be absent whole days in an hundred places she would find such probable Excuse and lye with such a Grace no mortal cou'd have accused her so that all the whole Island took notice that I was a bassled Cuckold before I could believe she would deceive me so heartily she damn'd herself Through all the Groves I was the pointed Coxcomb laught at aloud and knew not where the jest lay but thought myself as secure in the Innocence of my deceiving fair One as the first hour I charmed her and like a keeping Cully lavish'd out my Fortune my plenteous Fortune to make her fine to Cuckold me ' Sdeath how I scorn the Follies of my Dotage and am resolv'd to persue Love for the future in such a manner as it shall never cost me a Sigh This shall be my method A Constancy in Love I 'll prise And be to Beauty true And doat on all the lovely Eyes That are but fair and new On Cloris Charms to day I 'll feed To morrow Daphne move For bright Lucinda next I 'll bleed And still be true to Love. But Glory only and Renown My serious hours shall charm My Nobler Minutes those shall Crown My looser hours my Flame All the Fatigues of Love I 'll hate And Phillis's new Charms That hopeless Fire shall dissipate My Heart for Cloe warms The easie Nymph I once enjoy'd Neglected now shall pass Possession that has Love destroy'd Shall make me pitiless In vain she now attracts and mourns Her moving Power is gone Too late when once enjoy'd she burns And yeilding is undone My Friend the little charming Boy Conforms to my desires And 't is but to augment my Joy He pains me with his Fires All that 's in happy Love I 'll tast And rifle all his store And for one Joy that will not last He brings a thousand more Perhaps my Friend at this Account of my Humor you may smile but with a reasonable consideration you will commend it at least though you are not so wise as to persue my Dictates Yet I know you will be diverted with my Adventures though there be no love in 'em that can resemble 'em to yours Take then the History of my Heart which I assure you boasts itself of the Conquests it has made A thousand Martyrs I have made All sacrific'd to my desire A thousand Beauties have betray'd That languish in resistless Fire The untam'd Heart to hand I brought And fixt the wild and wandring Thought I never vow'd nor sigh'd in vain But both thô false were well receiv'd The Fair are pleas'd to give us pain And what they wish is soon believ'd And thô I talk'd of Wounds and Smart Loves Pleasures only toucht my Heart Alone the Glory and the Spoil I always Laughing bore away The Triumphs without Pain or Toil Without the Hell the Heav'n of Joy. And while I thus at random rove Despise the Fools that whine for Love. I was a great while like you before I forgot the remembrance of my first Languishments and I almost thought by an excess of Melancholy that the end of my Misfortunes were with my Life at hand Yet still like a fond Slave willing to drag my Fetters on I hop'd she would find Arguments to convince me she was not false and in that Humor fear'd only I should not be handsomly and neatly jilted Could she but have dissembled well I had been still her Cully Could she have play'd her Game with discretion but vain of her Conquest she boasted it to all the World and I alone was the kind keeping Blockhead to whom 't was unperceived so well she swore me into belief of her Truth to me Till one day lying under a solitary Shade with my sad Thoughts fixt on my declining Happiness and almost drown'd in Tears I saw a Woman drest in glorious Garments all loose and flowing with the wind scouring the Fields and Groves with such a pace as Venus when she heard her lov'd Youth was slain hasted to behold her ruin She past me as I lay with an unexpressable swiftness and spoke as she run with a loud Voice At her first approach I felt a strange trembling at my Heart without knowing the reason and found at last this Woman was Fame Yet I was not able to tell from whence proceeded my Inquietude When her Words made me but too well understand the Cause The fatal Subject of what she cry'd in passing by me were these Poor Lycidus for sharne arise And wipe Loves Errors from thy Eyes Shake off the God that holds thy Heart Since Silvia for another burns And all thy past Indurement scorns While thou the Cully art I believed as she spoke that I had ill understood her but she repeated it so often that I no longer doubted my wretchedness I leave you who so well can guess to imagin what Complaints I made filling the Grove where I was laid with my pitious Cries somtimes I rose and raved and rail'd on Love and reproached the fair Fugitive But the tender God was still pleading in my Heart and made me ever end my noisy Griefs in Sighs and silent Tears A thousand Thoughts of revenge I entertained against this happy Rival and the charming ingrate But those Thoughts like my Rage would also end in soft reproaching murmurs and regret only And I would somtimes argue with Love in this manner Ah cruel Love when will thy Torments cease And when shall I have leave to dye in Peace And why too charming and too cruel Maid Cou'd'st thou
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 '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 sit 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 sine 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 to morrow Iulia'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
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 her blush at my approach which I counted a good Omen of my future happiness she received me with all the Gayety and Joy good liking and Wit could inspire Nor was I backward on my part but addrest myself to her with all imaginable respect and as much Love in my Eyes as I was able to put on which I found she saw with Pleasure she had not entertained me half an hour but I was so absolutely charmed that I forgot there was a Bellaminte in the World. Thus for several days I lived every day visiting both these attracting Beauties and at Night when I was retired was not able to inform myself which I liked best Both were equally beloved and it was now that methought I began to tast of true Joy I found myself in Love without any sort of inquietude when I was Melancholy I went to visit Bellinda and she with her Gayety and Wit would inspire me with good Humour If I were over-prest with good Company and too much Conversation and Noise I would visit Bellimante who by a certain softness in her discourse and a natural Languishment in her Eyes and Manners charmed and calmed me to a reposed tranquillity so that to make me fortunate in Love I could not have fixed my desires better I had too little Love to be wretched and enough to make my happiness and Pleasure After I had past my time a while thus in Coquettre this little Love who was my Guide carried me to Declaration I thought then upon the time of my first Arrival on the Isle of Love and how Respect that awful hinderer of our Pleasure prevented me from going to this Place I urg'd this very argument Respect then made me to my Coquet Love now who for answer return'd me nothing but loud Laughter and when I ask this reason he replyd that Respect did not forbid any to go to Declaration but those only who knew not how to behave themselves well there and who were not so well fashion'd and bred as they ought to be who go thither And that it was a mere cheat in Respect to conduct people to Love by Discretion that being much the farthest way about and under favor to Monsieur Respect he is but a troublesome companion to a Lover who designs to cure those wounds the fair has given him and if he have no better counsellor he may languish all his life without revealing the secret of his soul to the object belov'd and so never find redress But this Sir Formal Respect says Love is a very great favorite of the Lady's who is always in fee with them as a Jilt with a Justice who manages their Fools just as they wou'd have 'em for it is the most agreeable thing in the World to them and what the most feeds their vanity to see at their feet a thousand Lovers sigh burn and languish the fair are never angry to find themselves belov'd nor ever weary of being Ador'd I was extreamly pleas'd at this frank Humour of my little Love who told me this and without much scruple or consideration to Respect I follow'd him towards Declaration and in my way he gave me this Advice When you Love or speak of it Make no serious matter on 't 'T will make but subject for her wit And gain her scorn in lieu of Grant. Sneeking whinning dull Grimasses Pale the Appetite they 'd move Only Boys and formal Asses Thus are Ridicul'd by Love. While you make a Mystery Of your Love and awful flame Young and tender Hearts will fly Frighted at the very name Always brisk and gayly court Make Love your pleasure not your pain 'T is by wanton play and sport Heedless Virgins you will gain By this time we were arriv'd to Declaration which is a very little Village since it is only for Passengers to pass thrô and none live there the Country is very Perilous and those that make a false step run a great risque of falling from some Precipice Round about rises a very great mist and people have much ado to know each other of these mists there are two sorts The one on the side of Denial the other on that of Permission the first is very disagreeable and draws a very ill consequence with it the other directs you to a place of intire divertisment but I had so good a guide that the entrance gave me no trouble at all When I came to the Village I found Bellimante and Bellinda to whom by turns I told all my heart and discover'd all its passion or its tenderness which was to me much better When to the charming Bellinda I came With my heart full of Love and desire To gain my wisht end I talkt of a flame Of sighing and dying and sire I swore to her charms that my soul did submit And the slave was undone by the force of her Wit. To fair Bellimante the same tale I told And I vow'd and I swore her fair Eyes No Heart-Ravisht mortal cou'd ever behold But he panting and languishing Dys And while I was vowing the ardor of youth Made myself even believe what I swore was all truth I confess to you my dear Lysander that it was a great while before I cou'd make myself be believ'd by Bellinda or gain any credit upon her heart she had a great deal of Wit and cou'd see farther into the designs of her Lovers than those who had not so much or had had so many vows pay'd them I perceiv'd well enough I
if the softning Tide she wou'd not shew But that in spite of all her Pride they flow And all to make a thousand easie Hearts To weep in earnest by her coz'ning Arts. And with the flames of Pity tempers so The Darts of Love none can resist the Blow And when she finds a Lover coming on Yet not so fast to be too soon undone There all her Arts of Languishment she tries Sweetens her whispering Voice softens her Eyes Touches his hand as if it were by chance And yields herself to every kind advance Looks on his Eyes then strait declines her own And seems to love as not to have it shewn And having thus proceeded in her Art Breaks forth as if she cou'd not guard her Heart Too long she cries I have supprest my Fire Take all my Heart and all Love can desire Thus while she softly speaks and sweetly smiles And doubly charms the Senses by these Wiles She do's a Faith in strongest Souls create And gains a Conquest in despite of Fate Ah cruel Love the Honey and the Gall Which thou afford'st do equally Enthral And all our Ills and all our Cures from Thee Are mortal to us in the same degree If any of Inconstancy complain Of broken Vows and her unjust disdain She faines herself unpractis'd in Loves Arts And that she wants the charmes should vanquish hearts And looks with such a Blushing Modesty As undeceives your fancy'd Injury And thus the Thorne lies hid that she does bear Under the Roses which her Beauties wear So in the earliest rise of day we spy The ruddy Morning mingled with the Sky While shame and anger in her looks appear Both seem confus'dly mixt together there Thus in delusive Dream the time being spent Weary with cozenage and discontent Even hope itself he scarcely now retaines But like a Hunter at the last remaines Who having to no purpose spent the day At last loses the track of the lost Prey Such were the Practices and such the Arts By which she can insnare ten thousand hearts Or rather such the pow'rful armes do prove By which she conquers and makes slaves to Love. Predictions for Saturday next ON Saturday the twenty fourth The wind fresh blowing from the North Two glorious Stars their Spheres shall change And into other Climats range Then tell me Muse and tell me true What Alterations shall ensue Predict at least what weather shall Our Dark Horizon then befal Tempests and Earth-quakes I presage Shall at that Dreadful season rage A Cloud of dark desponding Fears A storm of Sigh's and slood of Teares And many a wretched Lovers heart Be wreckt and torne when they depart To Astrea on her sending me a Bottle of Orange-floure Water COu'd I but half so rich a Verse invent As was the Cordial which Astrea sent My Muse herself the Messenger wou'd prove Born on the wings of Poetry and Love But all the Muses spring can ne're repay The Present my Astrea did convey Now Strephon hope Astrea does incline To Pity thee since Cordials so Divine Are only sit for hearts that bleed like mine To Cloris going into the Country OH tell me Cloris tell me why You take delight to see men dy And Parthian-like kill while you fly Return if not for charity At least for Pride return to see The Trophies of your Victory Can you such crueltie persue And make your Eyes those mischeifs do Which they despise or fear to rue Ah Nymph if you persist to take This course and every place forsake Assoon as you a Lover make No Residence for Cloris can be found Since where soere she goes she 's sure to wound SONG IN vain does Hymen with Religious Vows Oblige his Slaves to wear his chaines with ease A Privilege alone that Love allows T is Love alone can make our Fetters please The Angry Tyrant lays his Yoke on all Yet in his flercest Rage is charming still Officious Hymen comes whener'e we call But haughty Love comes only when He will. To a Lady whom he never saw nor had any description of to prove he Loves her By a Person of Quality BRightest of Virgins Whose high Race and Name Bespeaks you worthy of the Noblest flame Armes you with power Divine that can dispense Its Influence beyond the reach of sence Making us frame of you as Heaven above Idea's of our Ignorance and Love. Disdain not fairest such Devotions then As the best worshippers offer to Heav'n Nor think 'em feign'd since things above do grow Concealed and distant more admir'd below Absence creates esteem and makes that fire Which the Suns near approaches quench aspire While those who do enjoy perpetual rays Curse those bright Beames that Crown our Halcyon day Know then my Passion Real is and Great Not such as from dull sence derives its heate But Sympathy that Royal Law that binds In a close vnion things of different kinds That secret charm of Nature which inspires The whole creation with Harmonious fires Heads Cupids Arrows guides his Roving Bow Extends its Empire o're all things below Since then you know I Love how much and how If of my Passion you still disallow Know then the Lot is cast 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 Nâ—y 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 Sleeping on her fair hand IF custom those for Poets dos 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 aske 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
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 Ico 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 I. 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 Iustice 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 Ioys of Heaven who wou'd prise If men too cheaply bought the dearest part of mortal Ioys 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 in safty keep From whigish Swains he 'll us defend From the French Fox our Sheep Then cheer thy Flocks and weep no more But stop that pious tide With Voice and Pipe lets Pan adore For sending such a guide The Departure by Damon Nouem 78. I Never knew what 't was to mourn Ere the too hasty glass had run Which measur'd every thought of mine Still as I offer'd at Loves shrine My heart a bleeding Sacrifice The conquest of Aminta's Eyes Those shining objects of my Love How did the searching passion rove O're all my soul its quickning fire Melted my heart with soft desire While my Aminta blest this plain I never felt another pain Than Love which always do's belong To the gentle Amorous throng But now Oh! wonder not great God of Love If the strong passion cease to move Within my soul Aminta's gone And left me here to sigh alone How vain do's the vast Globe appear No sweetning pleasures can live here While bright Aminta is not neer No warbling notes which fill the Wood Nor murmurs which the streams afford Can raise in me that harmony Which ravisht with such extasie When the fair she approacht each charm Guarded my humble soul from harm Nothing can now transport or cheer A tortur'd soul that 's fill'd with fear Since lov'd Aminta quits the place Which she with Innocence did Grace Then will I wander to some Grove Where I 'le lament my absent Love And with cold Winter still complain Till the lost spring return again To Amintas Upon reading the Lives of some of the Romans by Mrs. B. HAd'st thou Amintas liv'd in that great age When hardly Beauty was to nature known What numbers to thy side might'st thou engage And conquer'd Kingdoms by thy looks alone That