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A62661	Lycidus, or, The lover in fashion being an account from Lycidus to Lysander, of his voyage from the Island of Love : from the French / by the same author of The voyage to the Isle of Love ; together with a miscellany of new poems, by several hands.; Voyage de l'Isle d'amour. English	Tallemant, Paul, 1642-1712.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1688 (1688)	Wing T129; ESTC R10984	74,345	260

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

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 charmd 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 fail'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 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 Vrania 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 Vrania 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 Would 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 Iudah'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 pale and red by turns To serve her was his whole delight Thinks it as brave while thus he burns Under soft Venus as rough Mars to fight And Sieges lays of Sighs and Tears And tells soft Stories of his Heart Of restless Nights and Days of Cares Of Pains and Flames and wild Despairs Of bleeding Wounds and Smart And found that no Fatigues of War Were half so great as vanquishing the Fair But oh no Victory cou'd so Charming prove As that of the dear Maids confessing Love David whose harmonious String Cou'd Saul's infernal Tempest calm And by the Musicks strange mysterious Balm Appeas'd the Frenzies of a raging King Yet stranger Charms in the fair Hittite found Which kindled to a softer Fire His cold and languishing Desire And strugling Virtue in strong Fetters bound That pow'rful Aid was useless now When yet more pow'rful Beauty was in view He found no Musick cou'd appease The troubled Spirits her fair Eyes did raise The Musick of her Voice did but inspire A more tormenting Fire So great a Sympathy There is between soft Love and Harmony In the wild darkness of Idolatry Did Clodovaeus see 'T was more than vulgar Light That made the fair Clotilda look so bright When from her conquering Eyes Surpriz'd he saw such sparkling Flames arise And therefore wisht to know The Spring from whence such streams of Light did flow Why then shou'd I Ye learned Stoicks tell me why Think it unworthy of my Name To own a Generous and a Noble Flame Since Love's Almighty Pow'r To whom the Young the Great and Brave The Wise the Politick and Grave Have bow'd to as their Conqueror What reasonable Man desires to pass For one more great and good than David was Or who for Wisdom ever hop'd Renown Like wise like sacred Solomon Or who in glorious

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 Unstasify'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 blise 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 sound 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 invade● 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 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 Iove 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 Iuno did great Majestick thought inspire And Pallas toucht it