you have heard my Account of the Voyage I made to the same place with my more lucky one back again for I since I saw you have been an Adventurer you will by my Example become of my Opinion notwithstanding your dismal Tales of Death and the eternal Shades which is that if there be nothing that will lay me in my Tomb till Love brings me thither I shall live to Eternity I must confess 't is a great Inducement to Love and a happy Advance to an Amour to be handsom finely shap'd and to have a great deal of Wit these are Charms that subdue the Hearts of all the Fair And one sees but very few Ladies that can resist these good Qualities especially in an Age so gallant as ours yet all this is nothing if Fortune do not smile And I have seen a Man handsom well shap'd and of a great deal of Wit with the advantage of a thousand happy Adventures yet finds himself in the end fitter for an Hospital than the Elevation of Fortune And the Women are not contented we should give them as much Love as they give us which is but reasonable but they would compel us all to Present and Treat 'em lavishly till a Man hath consumed both Estate and Body in their Service How many do we see that are wretched Examples of this Truth and who have nothing of all they enjoyed remaining with 'em but a poor Idaea of past Pleasures when rather the Injury the Jilt has done 'em ought to be eternally present with ' em Heaven keep me from being a Woman's Property There are Cullies enough besides you or I Lysander One would think now That I who can talk thus Learnedly and Gravely had never been any of the number of those wretched whining sighing dying Fops I speak of never been jilted and cozen'd of both my Heart and Reason but let me tell those that think so they are mistaken and that all this Wisdom and Discretion I now seem replenish'd with I have as dearly bought as any keeping Fool of 'em all I was ly'd and flattered into Wit jilted and cozen'd into Prudence and by ten thousand broken Vows and perjured Oaths reduced to Sense again and can laugh at all my past Follies now After I have told you this you may guess at a great part of my Story which in short is this I would needs make a Voyage as you did to this fortunate Isle and accompanyed with abundance of young Heirs Cadets Coxcombs Wits Blockheads and Politicians with a whole Cargo of Cullies all nameless and numberless we Landed on the Inchanted Ground the first I saw and lik'd was charming Silvia you believe I thought her fair as Angels young as the Spring and sweet as all the Flowers the blooming Fields produce that when she blush'd the Ruddy Morning open'd the Rose-buds blew and all the Pinks and Dazies spread that when she sigh'd or breath'd Arabia's Spices driven by gentle Winds perfum'd all around that when she look'd on me all Heaven was open'd in her Azure Eyes from whence Love shot a thousand pointed Darts and wounded me all over that when she spoke the Musick of the Spheres all that was ravishing in Harmony blest the Adoring Listener that when she walk'd Venus in the Mirtle Grove when she advanc'd to meet her lov'd Adonis assuming all the Grace young Loves cou'd give had not so much of Majesty as Silvia In fine she did deserve and I compared her to all the Fopperies the Suns the Stars the Coral and the Pearl the Roses and Lillies Angels Spheres and Goddesses fond Lovers dress their Idols in For she was all fancy and fine imagination could adorn her with at least the gazing Puppy thought so 'T was such I saw and lov'd but knowing I did Adore I made my humble Court and she by all my trembling sighings pantings the going and returning of my Blood found all my Weakness and her own Power and using all the Arts of her Sex both to ingage and secure me play'd all the Woman over She wou'd be scornful and kind by turns as she saw convenient This to check my Presumption and too easy hope That to preserve me from the brink of despair Thus was I tost in the Blanket of Love somtimes up and somtimes down as her Wit and Humor was in or out of tune all which I watch'd and waited like a Dog that still the oftner kick'd wou'd fawn the more Oh 't is an excellent Art this managing of a Coxcomb the Serpent first taught it our Grandam Eve and Adam was the first Cully E're since they have kept their Empire over Men and we have e're since been Slaves But I the most submissive of the whole Creation was long in gaining Grace she used me as she meant to keep me Fool enough for her Purpose She saw me young enough to do her Service handsom enough to do her Credit and Fortune enough to please her Vanity and Interest She therefore suffer'd me to Love and Bow among the Crowd and fill her Train She gave me hope enough to secure me 100 but gave me nothing else till she saw me languish to that degree she feared to lose the Glory of my Services by my death only this Pleasure kept me alive to see her treat all my Rivals with the greatest Rigour imaginable and to me all sweetness exposing their feblesses and having taken Notice of my Languishment she suffered me Freedoms that wholely Ravish'd me and gave me hopes I shou'd not be long a dying for all she cou'd give But since I have a great deal to say of my Adventures in passing out of this Island of Love I will be as brief as I can in what arrived to me on the Place and tell you That after Ten thousand Vows of eternal Love on both sides I had the Joy not only to be believ'd and lov'd but to have her put herself into my Possession far from all my Rivals Where for some time I lived with this charming Maid in all the Raptures of Pleasure Youth Beauty and Love could create Eternally we loved and lived together no day nor night separated us no Frowns interrupted our Smiles no Clouds our Sun-shine the Island was all perpetual Spring still flowery and green in Bowers in Shades by purling Springs and Fountains we past our hours unwearied and uninterrupted I cannot express to you the happy Life I led during this blessed Tranquility of Love while Silvia still was pleased and still was gay We walked all day together in the Groves and entertained ourselves with a thousand Stories of Love we laught at the foolish World who could not make their Felicity with out Crowds and Noise We pittied Kings in Courts in this Retirement so well we liked our Solitude till on a day blest be that joyful day though then 't was most a-curst I say upon that day I know not by what accident I was parted from my Charmer and left her all alone but in
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
And all my Tears and Sighings cease I must confess you 're wondrous fair And know to conquer such a Heart Is worth an Age of sad despair If Lovers Merits were Desert But you 're unjust as well as fair And Love subsists not with despair No more than Lovers by the Air. I 've spar'd no Sighs nor Floods of Tears Nor any thing to move your Mind With sacred Vows I sed your Cares But found your rebel Heart unkind And Vanity had made you blind No more my Knees shall bow before Those unconcern'd and haughty Eyes Nor be so sensless to adore That Saint that all my Prayers despise No I contemn your Cruelty Since in a Humor not to dye Having said all this with an Air of Disdain I smiling took my leave with much less Civility and Respect than I used to do and hasting to Intelligence I past my time very well with Bellinda to whom I paid all my Visits and omitted nothing that might make Bellimante know I had forgot her But at the end of some days by a very happy change she finding more inclination to Love than to Cruelty banishing all Obstacles in Favour of a Lover she came to Intelligence where at first sight she made me some little Reproaches and that in so soft a manner that I did not doubt but I had toucht her Heart I swore a thousand times that all I had done was only put on to see if it were possible she could resent it and force from her Heart some little concern for my supposed loss At this time I had abundance of Intreagues upon my hands for it was not with Bellinda and Bellimante with whom I lived in this manner and indeed it is impossible to remain at Intelligence and to make a Court but to two Persons only where there are so many of the Fair and the Young. I writ every day several Billets and received every day as many I had every day two or three Rendezvous and one ought to manage matters very discreetly that neither Party might come to the knowledge of the others concern and one ought to be a Man of great Address and Subtilty to love more than one securely and though this gave me some pain it was nevertheless an Ambaras very agreeable and in which I could have lived a great while if Envy which cannot suffer any Body to be happy in Intelligence had not arrived there and told a great many things which discovered my Intreagues so that Bellinda with whom I had lived there with great Tranquillity a long time and Bellimante with whom I was but just beginning to be happy were both obliged to quit this delightful place where we enjoyed so many happy hours and they retired till the noise was a little over and with them all those who had afforded me any hope If any one of these had stayed I had been contented well enough and one might have consol'd me for the loss of the other but in one day to lose all that made my happiness put me into such a Melancholy I knew not for the present what to do for myself but Coquet Love conducted me to a Village that gave a me new Pleasure The scituation of it is marvellous the Fields and the Groves all about it the most pleasant in the World the Meadows enamel'd with Rivulets which run winding here and there and lose themselves in the Thickets and the Woods In going Love said to me In absence it is in vain to abandon yourself to sorrow Alas What signifies it to sigh night and day the Absent does not hear us nor can the most tender Affliction or Complaint render a Lover happy unless the Fair One were present to hear all his Moans then perhaps they might avail There was reason in what he said and I was pleas'd and calm'd and we arrived at the same time at this Village All the Houses were fine and pleasant we saw all the Graces there by Fountains and by Flowery Springs and all the Objects that could be imagined agreeable and the least amiable ones we saw gave us a Joy All the World that inhabit there contribute to Diversion and this place is called Amusement Amusement is a young Boy who stops and gazes at every thing that meets his Eyes and he makes his Pleasure with every Novelty As soon as I arrived at this Village I thought to divert myself as others did and to hinder my Thoughts from fixing on the loss of my two Mistresses and to banish from my mind the Shagrins their Absence gave me withdrawn from the fair Eyes of Bellimante and the Charming Wit of Bellinda and to give my sighing Heart a little case upon a thousand Objects I formed my desires and took a thousand Pleasures to divert my Melancholy And all the time I lived at this dear place I passed my time without any inquietude for every day afforded me new Objects to give me new Wishes And I now expected without much impatience the return of Bellinda and Bellimante nor did I tire myself with writing to 'em every day and when I did write to save the expence of thought the same Billet served both a thousand little tender things I said of course to both And somtimes especially while I was writing I thought I had rather have seen them than have lived at Amusemcnt but since it was necessary they should be absent I bore it with all the Patience I could somtimes we were in a fit of writing very regularly to one another but on a sudden I received no Letters at all the reason of this was they both understood I lived at Amusement and had retired themselves to the Palace of Spight I no sooner received this News but I rendered myself there also it is a place where there is alwaies abundance of Tumult Outrage Quarrels and Noise And Spight is a Person who eternally gives occasion of Discontent and Broil causing People often to fall out with those they love most and to caress those they hate But the Quarrels she occasions us with those we love last but a very short season and Love reconciles those differences that Spight obliges us to make Thô 't is somtime pleasant enough to see those we Love extreamly and violently fall into the highest rage and say a thousand things injurious and unreasonable and to swear all the Oaths that angry Love and Fury can inspire never to see or converse with one another again and in a moment after to grow calm weep and reunite to be perjured on both sides and become more fond than ever they were A Lovers Rage and Jealousie One short moment do's confess How can they long angry be Whose Hearts are full of tenderness In this Place there wou'd be eternal War but for a person who inhabits there and is always the Mediator for Peace t is he that assists to accommodate and bring the Lovers together This is a very honest person call'd Right Vnderstanding he brought me to
Bellinda whom I found accompany'd with a Man that made her a thousand caresses at my approach she made as if she knew me not which I took in such disdain that I apply'd myself to Spight with a design to be reveng'd on this Haughty scorner In this humour I made a visit to Bellimante but found her as Implacable as Bellinda whom no excuses no reason cou'd reduce to the temper I had once seen her in a rage ten times more than I was before fill'd with disdain and revenge I complain'd of this treatment to my little Love who immediately led me into a Grove where the Beauties and the Graces us'd to walk to consult upon what return to make for my affront from one place to another we past on till we came to a little Thicket on the other side of which by a little Rivulet we cou'd hear but not see two persons discoursing they were women and one seemed in a violent Rage against her Lover who had newly offended her whilst the other strove in vain to reconcile her but she went on vowing to revenge herself with the next object she shou'd Incounter that had but Wit Youth and fortune enough to Justifie her Love and make her conquest glorious her resolution agreeing so with mine and her manner of speaking gave me new hope and pleasure and a great curiosity to see her face I found by her Resentment she was young and of Quality and that alone was enough to make me resolve upon Addressing myself to her and the other person had no sooner left her but I advanced towards her with as good a grace as I cou'd put on she was a little surprised and blushing at first but I soon reconcil'd her to my conversation I found her handsom enough to ingage me and she was as well pleased with me as I was with her both having the same design which was that of revenge and you may Imagin our business being the same our entertainment was not at first extraordinary but as my cause of Anger was more reasonable than hers I began to find myself to soften into liking of this new fair one who was called Cemena and who to spight her former Lover endeavor'd to be seen with me in all the publick places she cou'd which gave him Infinite torments of Jealousie One day as I was walking with this Cemena in a place where the young and the fair frequent Bellinda and Bellimante often passed by us and saw us both well pleas'd and in good humour I cou'd perceive their colour goe and come and that they were as uneasy at this object as my heart cou'd wish and by their quitting of the place immediatly after I was assured of all my hope and believed I had gained my Point at the end of two or three days one Morning walking alone in the same place I incountered Bellimante who hapned to be attended with her Woman onely she chang'd colour at my approach and wou'd have passed me by but I stay'd her by the Robe and said a thousand things to her that angry Love inspir'd me with while she on her side did the same till we had talk'd ourselves by degrees into reason and good understanding I found her Resentment to be only the excess of Love and all those faults are easily forgiven I immediatly threw myself at her Feet and made her a thousand protestations of my fidelity and she in her turn excused herself with all the tenderness imaginable she made me a thousand new vowes and caresses and forgot nothing that might persuade me that all she did was by the Counsel of Spight Oh! how soft it is to see The fair one we believe untrue Eagar and impatient be To be reconcil'd a new When their little cheats of Love Shall with reasons be excus'd Oh! how soft it is to prove With what ease we are abus'd When we come to understand How unjust are all our fears And to feel the lovely hand Wiping from our Eyes the tears And a thousand Favors pay For every drop they kiss away Oh! how soft it is to yeild To the maid just reconcil'd I found this accommodement extreamly agreeable and it was in these transports the Lovely Bellimante detain'd me for some days without quiting her but I found too much Joy in a new reconciliation not to endeavor to make one also with Bellinda as soon then as Bellimante grew a little off my heart by so long a conversation with one and the same Woman I on pretence of some affairs left her extreamly charm'd and satisfi'd and hasted to Bellinda who methought was now a new Beauty at least I found her too considerable to lose the Glory of ingaging her intirely t is possible that both these Ladys being agitated with as little faith as myself deceiv'd me with the same design I did them to make their pleasure only and thô this very often came into my thoughts yet it gave me no great inquietude they dissembl'd well and I cou'd not see it I had the satisfaction and the vanity of 'em that was as much as I desir'd from any of the fair since Silvia toucht my heart they both swore they lov'd and both fear'd to displease if they were unfaithful they had a thousand stratagems to hide their infidelity and took a great deal of care to keep me which shew'd a value in me above all the rest of my Rivals and I beheld myself with some Pride and esteem for having so much power when ever they offended me they had all the Arts to mollify me and who wou'd be so critically in love as not to be willing to be so well abus'd For my part I will not be so nice as to penetrat into their thoughts to find what wou'd but displease me if found but content myself with all I see and find that looks like Love at least and good humour Nay even in their worst I find a thousand pleasures those of their quarrels which somtimes happen twenty times a day when every reconciliation is like a new Mistress so well they strive to please and be reconcil'd But all these pleasures did not satisfy me there were greater yet behind which I had not arriv'd to with these fair charmers and however I liv'd at Amusement making a thousand Amours with a hundred of the most Beautiful still I had a desire to subdue intirely to my pleasure these two the most hard to gain but now I was pretty well secur'd of both their hearts and yet neither knew they were each others Rivals in mine They knew one another converst and play'd and walkt together yet so discreet I was in this Amour that neither was jealous of the other nor suspected I lov'd both with an equal Ardor when I hapned to be with 'em both I carried myself so equally Gallant that both commended my conduct and imagin'd I did it to hide the secret passion I had for herself and so many little Arts my Coquet love had
Arms cou'd ever dare Like the fam'd Son of Iupiter Or if thou ly'st beneath the common Curse Of being Bad what than a Heathen worse Yet Clodovaeus by Beauties piercing fight Was brought from his Egyptian Night Directed by so fair a Hand He cou'd not miss the promis'd Land. Then ye fond Stoicks flie Your Learn'd your Dull-School Foolery And lay your Speculation by Or you are greater Fops than I. Lay by your Books and this believe By charming Beauty 't is alone That true and false are to be known 'T is Beauty is alone Superlative SONG FReedom is a real Treasure Love a Dream all false and vain Short uncertain is the Pleasure Sure and lasting is the Pain A sincere and tender Passion Some ill Planet over-rules Ah how blind is Inclination Fate and Women dote on Fools SONG AH how Dull it is to love Ah how Dull is past Desire How insipidly we move In the flames of dying Fire Maidens if you will be Wise Rather dye than lose the Prize Ah what Angel things are Men Ere the last Desires obtained But alas are Devils when Cold forc'd Kisses are but fained Maidens ah be warn'd by me Rather Dye than Conquer'd be To the Heroick Antonia Madam WHen first I saw your Conquering Face You appear'd so Charming and so full of Grace My Soul was into a new Wonder wrought ' Which took increase from every look and thought In all your Actions all the Virtues shin'd And every Word confest your generous Mind The Number of such gallant Maids are few Our Ages Birth has but produc'd us two The fam'd Astrea and more famous you Thou Monarch of your Sex alone dost Reign And their lost Glory Nobly dost regain Thou shewst the Paths that do to Honour guide How to be Great without the Vice of Pride That vanity of a Spirit basely born Thy Nobler Flights thy Sexes Arts do scorn In thy gay Temper more true Graces lie Than all their boasted fond Formality Would they arrive at an Immortal Fame And at the Amazonian Glory's aim They must your generous Presidents persue Tho' still alas they must submit to you With the learn'd Pen of some fam'd ancient Wit In thy high Praise a Volume might be writ But humbler I with Blushes do confess The Muses never did my Fancy bless To dip in Helicon have no pretence And aim no higher than to praise with Sense Since at your Feet no Scepters I can lay Let a mean Wreath of Flowers the Tribute pay To Laurinda PRoduce aspiring Muse thy Noblest strain To sing the Charmer of our Court and Plain No common one Laurinda's Praise can fit Empress of Beauty Patroness of Wit. 'T were Sacrilege this Tribute to defer For Wit was born and flourishes with her She makes Wits Court where ere she do's repair The Muses and the Sacred Train are there Where ere she moves the Graces lead the way And just Devotion to their Goddess pay This is the she whose Praise we must Indite Transcending mortal Verse and common Flight Here then industrious Muse and understand The vast important Task thou hast in hand Fetch me the Beauties of the blooming Spring The richest Odors spicy Gales can bring All Nature's scatter'd Glories join'd in one A Present to the bright Laurinda's Throne The Smiles that did the Infant World adorn The fairest Lustre of the Rising Morn The Calm the Joy that breaking Day inspires When it to Anthems wakes the fether'd Quires The Souls of Stars are yet more pure and bright Abstracted Beams and Empyrean Light. The Pride of Halcyon Seas unclouded Air All these my Muse with wond'rous skill prepare A Diadem for bright Laurinda's hair Desist deluded Muse we vainly toil All these will prove but fair Laurinda's Foil In vain thou seekst abroad the blooming Year The Beauties of the Spring are all in her All Nature's scatter'd Glories thou wilt find Already center'd in her Form and Mind The Smiles that did the Infant World adorn Less bright than those that on her Face are worn Her Presence Joy and Summer calm supplies And Day is always breaking in her Eyes Herself the sweetest Anthem will inspire And teach us to excel the fether'd Quire. Her Charms excel the pride of Earth and Air No Sea-born Venus e're was half so fair Thus slender Muse thy daring Course is crost And in the Ocean of Perfection lost Yet somthing thou art still oblig'd to say Thy grateful Offering on her Altar lay And own at least the Debt thou canst not pay Seize the Occasion and this Boon obtain To be the humblest Waiter in her Train On a Lady singing HOw like Elizium is the Grove When chaste Dorinda sings of Love It charms the troubled Soul to rest And makes a Calm in every Breast With various kinds of Harmony She strikes at once the Ear and Eye So soft a Voice and she so Fair Gives double sweetness to the Air. The wretched Strephon dumb with Pain And Grief too heavy to complain When young Dorinda tunes her Voice Forgets his Woes and dreams of Joys Ah lovely Charmer be so kind To ease somtimes a tortur'd Mind His Groans with gentle Sighs controul And breathe a Calm into my Soul. To Mr. W. WHY this talking still of Dying Why this dismal Look and Groan Leave fond Lover leave your Sighing Let these fruitless Arts alone Love 's the Child of Joy and Pleasure Born of Beauty nurst with Wit Much amiss you take your measure This dull whining way to hit Tender Maids you fright from loving By th' effect they see in you If you wou'd be truly moving Eagerly the Point persue Brisk and gay appear in Woing Pleasant be if you wou'd please All this Talking and no Doing Will not Love but Hate increase Armida Or The Fair Gill. NOT Circe nor Medea had such Art Or pow'rful Charms to captivate a Heart Nor Syren's Voices with so pleasing sound Lull those asleep whom they design to wound For a new Conquest all her Skill she tries But yet by different ways to gain the Prize As Time and Humors fit Her Looks appear Bashful somtimes and full of Virgin fear Then earnest and lascivious as she finds Her Beauty work upon her Lovers minds When e're the bashful Youth fears his Success She gives the Trembler hopes by soft Address Advances with more sweetness in her Face And fires him with some kind peculiar Grace Sooths his fond Heart and dissipates his Fear And thaws the Ice her Scorns had gather'd there But if the God of Love infuse his Dart And captivate a bold and forward Heart Her Eyes assume their state and her neglect Creates a doubtful Fear mixt with respect Yet lest too much of Scorn produce Despair Some glance of kindness in her Eyes appear While hardly gain'd she makes the blessing dear But still the Cloud she cunningly declines And fits her Looks to second her Designs Somtimes she seems to smother Sighs with Pain And calls up Tears then turns 'em back again As
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
deceive I found thee willing to believe And with the treacherous shade conspire To let into thyself a dangerous fire Ah foolish wanderer say what woudst thou do If thou shou'dst find at second view That all thou fanciest now were true If thou shou'dst find by day those charms Which thus observ'd threaten undoing harms If thou shou'dst find that awful meen Not the effects of first Address Nor of my conversation disesteem But noble native fullenness If thou shouldst find that soft good natur'd voyce Unused to insolence and noise Still thus adorn'd with modesty And his minds virtues with his wit agree Tell me thou forward lavish fool What reason cou'd thy fate controul Or save the ruin of thy Soul Cease then to languish for the coming day That may direct his wandering steps that way When I again shall the loud form survey DIALOGVE Thirsis and Clarona Thirsts HAil Clarona clear as Morning In its brightest gay attire Love and Beauties cheif adorning Mistress of all soft desire Hail Clarona Joy of Swains Charmer of the Fields and Plaines Clarona Thirsis often have you crown'd me In the Shady Cyprus Grove And your flowing sighs did wound me When you wept and talk't of Love. And when for kisses you have strove Thô I cha'ft and thô I cry'd With much ado you were deny'd But Thirsis if you will be true I can Love as well as you Thô once I said I wou'd deceive ye Yet my Thirsis dont believe me Thirsis Oh Clarona Joy attend thee All the Gods and powers defend thee Sweeter are thy words than Song Melting Musick 's in thy Tongue Chorus Now we 'll chant we 'll live and love And welcome in the Spring Our Pleasures we will still improve In every Thicket Shade and Grove With Love and Musicks trembling string SONG BEneath a cool shade where some here have been Convenient for Lovers most pleasant and green Alexis and Cloris lay pressing soft Flowers With Kissing and Loving they past the dull hours She close in his Arms with her head on his brest And fainting with pleasure you guess at the rest She blusht and she sigh'd with a Ioy beyond measure All ravisht with Billing and dying with Pleasure But while thus in Transports extended they lay A Hansom young Shepherd was passing that way She saw him and cry'd oh Alexis betray'd Oh what have you done you have ruin'd a Maid But the Shepherd being modest discreetly past by And fest 'em again at their leisure to dy And often they Languish'd with Ioy beyond measure All Ravisht with Billing and dying with Pleasure Strephon to his three Mistresses SEE fair Astrea what your charms can do To make a Lover and a Poet two Where yours and Gloriana's Powerful Beams With Beautiful Eliza are the Theams The heaviest fancy to a Height must soar So easie 't is to write when we adore Each like a Planet singly and apart Can thro' the Soul your piercing fancy's dart How strangely then must you affect the mind When thus in Glorious constellation joyn'd Ah! too like Planets each her powr employs Bright while she wounds and shines while she destroys Each is the dazling object of desire But oh alike creates a hopeless fire Astrea alwaies Airy Witty Gay As Nymphs that by Diana's fountain play Against th' assaults of Love her heart maintains And ne're regards the sighs of dying Swains In vain I gaze on Gloriana's Eyes Already made another Shepherds prize One truely happy Swain injoys intire Those precious charms for which the rest Expire And thô Eliza's free I 'm wretched still For what availes the powr without the will. How strange a fate ha's Love for me decreed For one I burn and for other Bleed Dy for the third and yet with none succeed To the Fam'd Antonia on her Dwelling THou Glory of the Age best of thy kind An Angels fabrick and an Angels mind Thou whose Heroick vertues may atone For all the vice thy frailer sex have shewn To more than common greatness thou wer 't born No scanty Glories did thy fame adorn Thy Soul all Man soft Woman all thy Form. At once his Arms possess who thee embrace A Heroin Venus and a Love-sick Mars All that thy sex cou'd ever render fair All that fond man thinks worthy of his care In thy bright Mind and Body center'd are Some power Divine still dwells upon thy Tongue And all thou speak'st is one Immortal Song Angels and Gods of Love do listning sit Charm'd with the Musick of thy voyce and wit. A wit uncircumscrib'd by femal rules That nice that dull excuse for silent Fooles You never speak but like the sacred Word It does a blessing to mankind afford Use and instruction t is that never fails A Rhetorick that in spight of force prevailes Generous as nature when first Spring she bred And o're the new-born World her Bounties shed Like Heaven dispensing goodness all a round And thy large Soul like that admits no bound Oh hadst thou liv'd in those Illustrious days When Rome did Statues to vast Merits raise Thine in their Temples had Triumphant stood And found an equal worship with some God. Fondly they now adore their Portia's name Who for one single wound atchiev'd such fame When 't was but female cunning at the best To buy the secret from her Husbands breast 'T was Lust of curiosity alone Thy undesigning valor 's all thy own Born in thy mighty Soul and lives and Reigns Scorning returns of mercenary gains Had'st thou bin Portia thou had'st farther gone And not content the great design t' have known Had'st help't the Generous youth the deed to do And 'mongst the number fixt thy Dagger two She but th' indulgent Wife exprest alone But thou much more the Wife and Friend had'st shewn And with a just disdain of Tyrannie Assisted in the noble Victory On thy firm faith great Brutus might rely Who seeing him conquer'd cou'd as bravely dy Let Rome adore recorded Portia's fame While Britain boast's alone thy mightier na SONG ALL Ioy to mortals Ioy anol mirth on occasion Eternal Io's sing The Gods of Love descend to Earth Their Darts have lost the sting The Youth shall now complain no more On Silvias needless scorn But she shall Love if he Adore And melt when he shall Burn. The Nymph no longer shall be shy But leave the gilting Road And Daphne now no more shall fly The wounded panting God! But all shall be serene and fair No sad complaints of Love Shall fill the gentle whispering Air No Ecchoing sighs the Grove Beneath the shade's young Strephon lies Of all his wish possest Gazing on Silvia's charming Eyes Whose Soul is there confest All soft and sweet the Maid appears With looks that know no Art And tho' she yield with trembling fears She yeilds with all her Heart On an ungrateful and undeserving Mistress whom he cou'd not help Loving Being a Paraphrastical Translation of Ovid's 10 th Elegie Lib. 3. Amorum I Have too long endur'd
her guilty scorn Too long her falsness my fond love has born My freedom and my Wit at length I claim Be gon base Passion dy unworthy flame My life 's sole torment and my honours stain Quit this tir'd heart and end my lingring pain I have resolv'd to be myself once more Long banisht reason to her rights restore And throw off Loves Tyrannick sway that still incroching powr My growing shame I see at last thô late And my past follies both despise and hate Hold out my heart nor let her Beauti 's move Be constant in thy Anger as thy Love. Thy present pains shall give thee future ease As bitter Potions cure thô they displease 'T is for this end for freedom more assur'd I have so long such shameful pains endur'd Like a scorn'd slave before her door I lay And proud repulses suffer'd every day Without complayning banisht from her sight On the cold ground I spent the tedious night While some glad Rival in her Arms did lye Glutted with Love and surfeited with Joy. Thence have I seen the tir'd Adulterer come Dragging a weak exhausted Carkass home And yet this curse a blessing I esteem Compar'd to that of being seen by him By him descry'd attending in the street May my Foes onely such disgraces meet What toyl and time has this false Woman cost How much of unreturning Youth has for her sake bin lost How long did I where fancy led or fate Unthank'd unminded on her Rambles waite Her steps her looks were still by mine persu'd And watch'd by me she charm'd the gazing crowd My diligent Love and over-fond desire Has bin the means to kindle Others fire What need I mention every little wrong Or curse the softness of her soothing Tongue The private love-signs that in publick pass Between her and some common staring Ass The Coqutes Arts her faithless heart allows Or tax her with a thousand broken vowes I hear she 's sick and with wild haste I run Officious haste and visit Importune Entring my Rival on her bed I see The Politique sickness onely was to me With this and more oft has my Love been try'd Some other Coxcomb let her now provide To bear her jilting and maintayn her pride My batter'd Bark has reach'd the Port at last Nor fears again the billows it has past Cease your soft Oaths and that still ready showre Those once dear words have lost their wonted Power In vain you flatter I am now no more That easy fool you found me heretofore Anger and Love a doubtful fight maintain Each strive by turns my staggering heart to gain But what can long against Loves Power contend My Love I fear will Conquer in the end I 'll do what e're I can to hate you still And if I Love know 't is against my will. So the Bull hates the Plowmans Yoke to wear Yet what he hates his stubborn neck must bear Her Manners oft my indignation raise But streight her Beauty the short storm always Her Life I loath her Person I adore Much I condemn her but I Love her more Both with her and without her I 'm in pain And rage to lose what I shou'd blush to gain Uncertain yet at what my wishes aim Loth to abandon Love or part with Fame That Angel-Form ill suits a Soul all sin Ah! be less fair without or more within When those soft smiles my yeilding powers invade In vain I call her Vices to my Ayd Thô now disdaining the disguise of Art In my esteem her conduct claims no part Her Face a natural right has to my heart No crimes so black are to deform her Eyes Those Clouds must scatter when these Suns shall rise Enough fair Conquerour the day 's your own See at your feet Lov 's Uanquish'd Rebel thrown By those dear Joys Joys dear thô they are past When in the kindest links of Love we held each other fast By the injur'd Gods your false Oaths did profane By all those Beauties that inspire disdain By that Lov'd face from the whole sex elect To which I all my Vows and Pray'rs direct And equal with a Power divine respect By every feature of a form so fine And by those Eyes that charm and dazle mine Spare from new triumph cherish without Art This ever faithful this too tender heart A heart that was respectful while it strove But yeilding is all blind impetuous Love. Live as you please torment me as you will Still are you fair and I must Love you still Think only if with just and clement Reign A willing subject you wou'd chuse to gain Or drag a Conquer'd Vassal in a chain But to what ever conduct you incline Do suffer be what my worst fears divine You are you ought you must you shall be Mine Reason for ever the vain strife give o're Thy cruel wisdom I can bear no more Let me indulge this one soft Passions rule Curb vexing Sence and be a happy fool With ful-spread Sayls the tempting gale obey That down Loves-current drives me fast away On the Death of Melantha WEep all you Virgins meet o're this sad Hearse And you great Goddess of Immortal Verse Come here a while and Mourn Weave not with Rosy Crowns your hair Let tears be all the Gems you wear And shed them plentifully on this Urne For 't is Melantha 't is that lovely fair That lys beneath this weeping Mâ—ble here But wou'd you know why she has took her flight Into the Bosom of eternal night Before her Beauties scarce had shew'd their light Hark and lament her fate As the young God of Love one day Sate on a Rock at play And wantonly let fly his darts Among the Nymphs and Shepherds hearts Melantha by unhappy chance came by Love jesting cry'd I 'le make her prove The Godhead she contemn'd of Love. In scorn she bad him strike and did his shaft defy While the boy slightly threw a dart To wound but not destroy her Heart But greedy Death fond of this Beauteous prey Caught the swift Arrow as it flew And added to 't his own strength too Whch made so deep a wound that as she lay In silent sighs she breath'd her Soul away Then all the little Gods begun to weep Oh let your sighs with theirs due measure keep For fair Melantha she is dead Her Beauteous Soul to Deaths dark Empire 's fled Flora the Bounteous Goddess of the Plains Who in fresh Groves and sweetest Meadows raigns Hearing the fair Melantha dead Brought all her Odorous wealth to spread Over the grave where she was laid Then straight the Infant Spring began to fade And all the Fields where she did keep And fold he bleating Flocks of Sheep Their influence lost with her fair Eyes decayed For fair Melantha by whose cruel pride So many sad despairing Swains had dy'd Felt Love at last but death she rather chose Than own she Lov'd or the hid flame disclose Speak Muses for you hold immortal state With Gods and know
the Mysteries of fate You all what ever 's past or present see And read the unwritten Pages o're Of times great Chronicle before Events and time had writ what fate resolv'd shou'd be Tell me what Beauty is whose force controuls Reason and Power and over mankind rules Kings stoop to Beauty and the Crowns they wear Shine not with so much lustre as the fair Beauty a larger Empire do's command Than the great Monarch of the Seas and Land. She can the coldest Anchorits inflame Cool Tyrants rage and stroke their passions tame She can call youth to her forsaken seat In wither'd Veines and give new life and heat She can subdue the fierce the proud and strong Give courage to the weak the fearful and the young Beauty the only Deity we know With fear and aw we to her Altars go And there our purest zeal of Prayers and vows bestow Sure then it onely seems to dy And when it leaves us mounts above To the Eternal roof of Jove To be a Constellation and inrich the Sky But shou'd I search the spangled sphear For Metamorphets Beauty there Nothing of Helen now is seen Nor the fair Egyptian Queen Or thou whose Eyes were constellations here Oh then thy fate we can't enough deplore With thee thy Beauty dy'd and 't is no more Then let us give Melantha's fate ' its due Strew Cyprus on her Hearse and wreaths of Yew For fair Melantha poore Melantha's dead Her sighing Soul to deaths eternal Empire 's fled To the NIGHTINGAL coming in the Spring To invite Cloe From the Tumults of the Town to the innocent retreat in the Country Written by a Person of Quality in 1680. LIttle Songster who do'st bring Ioy and Musick to the Spring Welcome to our grateful Swains And the Nymphs that grace the Plains How the Youths thy absence mourn What their Joy at thy return For their mirth and sports are done All the year that thou art gone But at thy approach their joys Take new date from thy dear voyce Every Shepherd chuses then Some fair Nymph for Valentine While the Maid with equal Love Do's the happy choyce approve Underneath some shade he sits Where soft silence Love begets And in Artless sighs he beares Untaught passion to her Eares No deceit is in his Tongue Nor she fears nor suffors wrong But each others faith believe And each hour their Loves revive Often have I wisht to be Happy Damon blest as thee Not that I for Silvia pine Silvia who is onely thine But that Cloe cannot be Kind as Silvia is to thee Thou dear Bird whose voice may find Charms perhaps to make her kind Bear a message to her Breast And make me happy as the rest London in the Plot-time In the Place where Tumult dwells Treasons Lurk Ambition swells Pride erects her monstrous head And Perjury swears the guiltless dead Powr oppresses envy pines Friends betray and fraud designs Fears and Jealousie surprise Rest and slumber from our Eyes And where vice all Ill contains And in gloomy glory reigns Where the Loyal Brave aud Just Are victims to Phanatick Lust Where the noble Staffords blood Calls from Heaven Revenge aloud In this place there lives a Maid Bright as nature ever made Fair beyond dull Beauties name Can express her lovely frame In her charming Eyes reside Love disdain desire and pride Such we know not which to call But has the excellence of all The first blushes of the Day Or the new-blown Rose in May Or the Rich Sidonian dy Wrought for Eastern Majesty Is not gayer than the Red Nature on her cheeks has spread Her soft Lips still feed new wish Of a thousand fancy'd kisses Gently swelling plump and round With young smiles and graces crown'd Her round Breasts are whiter far Than the backs of Ermins are Or the wanton Breast of Iove When a Swan for Leda's Love. Eyes that charm when e're they Dart And never miss the destin'd heart Woud'st thou have me tell thee more And describe her Beauties o're I perhaps might make a Rape On my Ideas naked shape Therefore fly you 'l quickly see By this Picture which is Shee Tell her the loud winds are Dumb Winter's past and Spring is come The delightful Spring that reigns Sweets and plenty o're the Plains And with shady Garlands crown'd All the Woods and Groves around If she see the wing'd Quire Chuse this season to retire To the shelter of the Grove 'T is by Instinct say of Love. If she see the Herds and Flocks Wanton round the Meads and Rocks Thus their wishing Males to move 'T is the Instinct say of Love. If she see the Bull among Crowds of Femâ—ls sleek and young Fight His Rival of the Drove 'T is by Instinct say of Love. If she see the blooming vines In their season fold their twines Round the Oake that neer her grows Say 't is nature mixt their boughs Then if Instinct these do move We by reason ought to Love. Tell the fair one every day Youth and Beauty steale away And within a little space Will destroy her charming face Every grace and smile that lyes Languishing in Lips and Eyes First he 'l make his prey and then Leave to Death what do's remain Who old Time do's only send To begin what he must end If she ask what hour and place Where and when Time wounds the face Say it is not in the Night Nor when Day renews her light In the Morning or at noon Or at Evening when alone Or when entertained at home Or abroad this hour will come But swift time is always by First to perfect then destroy And in vain you seek a cure Since his wounds are every hour Bid her view Aurelia's brow Naked of her Glories now Yet she once cou'd charm the throng Conquering with her Eyes and tongue Now only's left this weak relief To support her years and grief When she cou'd she us'd her prime And enjoy'd the fruitis of time And where ever she profest Love or hate she kill'd or blest While the neighbouring Plains were fill'd With their names she Lov'd and kill'd Oh when youth and Beautie 's past That poor pleasure that do's last Is to think they were admir'd And by every youth desir'd While the Dotage of each Swain She return'd with scorn again Oh then let my Cloe know When her youth is faded so And a race of Nymphs appears Gay and sprightly in their years Proud and wanton in their Loves While the Shepherds of the Groves Strive with Presents who shall share Most the favors of the fair And herself she do's behold Like Aurelia now grown old Sighing to herself she 'l say I was once ador'd as they Yet with Pleasure think that she Lov'd and was belov'd by me Therefore bid her haste and prove While she may the joys of Love. I will lead her to a soyle Where perpetual Summers smile Without Autumn which bereaves Fairest Cedars of their leaves Where she shall behold the Meads Ever
LYCIDUS OR THE Lover in Fashion Being an Account from LYCIDVS 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 LONDON Printed for Ioseph Knight and Francis Saunders at the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1688. TO THE Earl of Melford c. KNIGHT Of the most Noble Order OF THE THISTLE My LORD THis Epistle Dedicatory which humbly lays this Little Volume at your Lordships feet and begs a Protection there is rather an Address than a Dedication to which a great many hands have subscrib'd it Presenting your Lordship a Garland whose Flowers are cull'd by several Iudgments in which I claim the least part whose sole Ambition is this way to congratulate your Lordships new Addition of Honour that of the Most Noble Order of the Thistle an Honour which preced's that of the Garter having been supported by a long Race of of Kings and only fell with the most Illustrious of Queens whose mâ—mory which ought to be Establish'd in all hearts can not be better preserv'd than by reviving this so Ancient Order well has His Majesty chosen its Noble Champions among whom none merits more the Glory of that Royal Favor than your Lordship whose Loyalty to His Sacred Person and interest through all the adversities of Fate has begot you so perfect a veneration in all hearts and is so peculiarly the Innate vertue of your Great mind a virtue not shewn by unreasonable fits when it shall serve an end a false Bravery for a while when least needful and thrown off when put to useful Tryal like those who weighing Advantages by Probabilities only and fancying the future to out-poyse the present cast there their Anchor of Hope but a virtue built on so sure and steady Basis's of Honour as nothing can move or shake the Royal Interest being so greatly indeed the Property of Nobility and so much even above life and Fortune Especially when to support a Monarch so truly just so wise and great a Monarch whom God Almighty Grant long to Reign over Vs and still to be serv'd by men of Principles so truly Brave as those that shine in your Lordship Pardon my Lord this Digression and the meanness of this Present which to a Person of your Lordships great and weighty Employments in the world may seem Improper if I did not know that the most Glorious of Statesmen must somtimes unbend from Great Affaires and seek a diversion in trivial Entertainments Though Poetry will Iustle for the Preheminency of all others and I know is not the least in the Esteem of your Lordship who is so admirable a Iudg of it if any thing here may be found worthy the Patronage it Implores 't will be a sufficient Honour to My Lord Your Lordships most humble most oblig'd and obedient Servant A. BEHN To Mrs. B. on her Poems HAil Beauteous Prophetess in whom alone Of all your fex Heav'ns master-piece is shewn For wondrous skill it argues wondrous care Where two such Stars in firm conjunction are A Brain so Glorious and a Face so fair Two Goddesses in your composure joyn'd Nothing but Goddess cou'd you 're so refin'd Bright Venus Body gave Minerva Mind How soft and fine your manly numbers flow Soft as your Lips and smooth as is your brow Gentle as Air bright as the Noon-days Sky Clear as your skin and charming as your Eye No craggy Precipice the Prospect spoyles The Eye no tedious barren plain beguiles But like Thessalian Feilds your Volumes are Rapture and charms o're all the soyl appear Astrea and her verse are Tempe every where Ah more than Woman more than man she is As Phoebus bright she 's too as Phaebus wise The Muses to our sex perverse and coy Astrea do's familiarly enjoy She do's their veiled Glorys understand And what we court with pain with ease command Their charming secrets they expanded lay Reserv'd to us to her they all display Upon her Pen await those learned Nine She ne're but like the Phosph'rus draws a line As soon as toucht her subjects clearly shine The femal Laurels were obscur'd till now And they deserv'd the Shades in which they grew But Daphne at your call return's her flight Looks boldly up and dares the God of light If we Orinda to your works compare They uncouth like her countrys soyle appear Mean as its Pesants as its Mountains bare Sappho tasts strongly of the sex is weak and poor At second hand she russet Laurels wore Yours are your own a rich and verdant store If Loves the Theme you outdo Ovids Art Loves God himself can't subtiller skill impart Softer than 's plumes more piercing than his Dart. If Pastoral be her Song she glads the Swains With Livelier notes with spritelier smiles the plains More gayly than the Springs she decks the Bowrs And breaths a second May to Fields and Flowrs If e're the golden Age again return And flash in shining Beames from 's Iron Urn That Age not as it was before shall be But as th' Idea is refin'd by thee That seems the common thines the Elixir Gold So pure is thine and so allay'd the old Happy ye Bards by fair Astrea prais'd If you 'r alive to brighter life you 're rais'd For cherisht by her Beames you 'l loft yer grow You must your former learned selves outdo Thô you 'd the parts of Thirsts and of Strephon too Hail mighty Prophetess by whom we see Omnipotence almost in Poetry Your flame can give to Graves Promethean fire And Greenhills clay with living paint inspire For like some Mystick wand with awful Eyes You wave your Pen and lo the dead Arise Kendrick Advertisement TO THE READER WHereas Mr. Higden at the end of his Translation of the Tenth Satyr of Juvenal has Printed a paper of Verses entitul'd Cato's Answer to Labienus c. without the Author's consent or knowledge and either he or the Printer has so alter'd 'em that the Author cannot own 'em for his This is to let the World know that that Copy so Printed by Mr. Higden is false almost in every line and that here is in this Miscellany a true Copy of the same Verses printed with the Author's consent from the Original paper writ in his own hand and corrected by him at the Press Licensed May 13. 1687. R. L. S. LYCIDUS OR THE Lover in Fashion c. I Have receiv'd your melancholy Epistle with the Account of your Voyage to the Island of Love of your Adventures there and the Relation of the death of your Aminta At which you shall forgive me if I tell you I am neither surpris'd nor griev'd but hope to see you the next Campagne as absolutely reduc'd to reason as myself When Love that has so long deprived you of Glory shall give you no more Sighs but at the short remembrances of past Pleasures and that after
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
not yet thy fleeting Heart have stay'd And by degrees thy fickle Humor shewn By turns the Enemy and Friend put on Have us'd my Heart a little to thy scorn The loss at least might have been easier born With feigned Vows that poor Expence of Breath Alas thou might'st have sooth'd me to my death Thy Coldness and thy visible decays In time had put a period to my days And lay'd me quietly into my Tomb Before thy proof of Perjuries had come You might have waited yet a little space And sav'd mine and thy Honour this disgrace Alas I languish'd and declin'd apace I lov'd my Life too eagerly away To have disturb'd thee with too long a stay Ah! cou'd you not my dying Heart have fed With some small Cordial Food till I was dead Then uncontroul'd and unreproach'd your Charms Might have been render'd to my Rival's Arms. Then all my right to him you might impart And Triumph'd o're a true and broken Heart Though I complained thus for a good while â— was not without some secret hope that what I had heard was not true nor would I be persuaded to undeceive myself of that hope which was so dear and precious to me I was not willing to be convinced I was intirely miserable out of too great a fear to find it true and there were some Moments in which I believed Fame might falsly accuse Silvia and it did not seem reasonable to me that after all the Vows and Oaths she had 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 persidy 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 '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
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 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
could allow and more than Honour would permit And I was for some days extreamly happy and possibly had continued so going from one Apartment to another and like the Great Sultan visiting by turns my Beauties had not a malicious fate prevented my Grandeur and Pleasure It hapned one day that I had sued a repetition of Favours from Bellinda she seeming resolved to grant me no more repenting of those I had taken and with a charming Sorrow reproaching me making me a thousand times more pressing than before At last her force growing weaker her denials fainter and my importunities more raging I found her yeilding the Lilly in her Face gave place to the Roses and Love and Trembling made her Eyes more fair and just ready to render me all We saw approaching us Bellimante who having heard how I sometimes past my hours resolved to surprise me in my perfidie and accordingly found us in a gloomy Arbour with all the Transports of Love in both our Faces which it was too late to resettle and hide from this too sensible and jealous fair One In vain I strove with all the Arguments of Love and Tenderness to appease her or if by any thing I said I found her inclined to pardon me on the other side it but served to incense and inrage Bellinda to whom I had made equal Vows at her coming to that place of eternal Fidelity I am not able to express to you my dear Lysander what confusion I found myself 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 of 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 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
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 goe When Gloriana's Eye-brow is the Bow. Sent with Ovids Epistles to a fair Lady AIuster Present sure was never made Than these Epistles to your hand convey'd For there the Loves of Ladys 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 tho 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 his Brain And nature griev'd to see the Art of thought Exceed the finest Pieces she had wrought Resolv'd to try the best her Power cou'd do Expressing all his fancy'd charmes in you Since then in you those reall beauties live That to those Poems such applause cou'd give No wonder that I feel a flame for you Beyond what Cowley e're describ'd or knew Think therefore when his tender lines you see Your self the Mistress and the Lover me To my Heart WHat ail'st thou oh thou trembling thing To Pant and Languish in my Breast Like Birds that fain wou'd try the callow wing And leave the Downy nest Why hast thou fill'd thyself with thought Strange new fantastick as the Air Why to thy Peaceful Empire hast thou brought That restless Tyrant Care But oh alas I ask in vain Thou answer'st nothing back again But in soft sighs Amintor's name Oh thou betrayer of my liberty Thou fond deceiver what 's the youth to thee What has he done what has he said That thus has conquer'd or betray'd He came and saw but 't was by such a light As scarce distinguisht day from night Such as in thick-grown shades is found When here and there a peircing Beam Scatters faint spangl'd Sun-shine on the ground And casts about a melancholy gleam But so obscure I cou'd not see The charming Eyes that wounded thee But they like gems by their own light Betray'd their value through the gloom of Night I felt thee heave at every look And stop my Language as I spoke I felt thy Blood fly upward to my Face While thou unguarded lay Yeilding to every word to every Grace Fond to be made a prey I left thee watching in my Eyes And listning in my Eare. Discovering weakness in thy sighs Uneasy with thy fear Suffering Imagination to
bow Yet still so gracefully he treads the stage He makes th' admiring World in love with age Long may he cause their wonder and delight Long be his day and far remote his night The night when he to us shall disappear Call'd hence to gild some other Hemisphear Excellent Prince in whom the World do's see A Species of untainted Loyalty May Heav'n indulge our wishes long in thee But if the fates deny this bliss to give The Phaenix will in Celladon revive To him our Homage we must then transfer As much thy virtues as thy fortunes Heir Dam. See Swain the Sun exalts his shining head Brisk as a Bridegroom from Aurora's Bed While like a blushing Bride the dawning morn Do's in her Gay attire herself adorn 'T is time the lovely pair like them shou'd rise And we their presence want to bless our Eyes The expecting World ' its patience has outstay'd Le ts hast and wake 'em with a ferinade A Song by Robert Wolseley Esq A Blame me not if no despair A passion you inspire can end Nor think it strange too charming fair If Love like other flames ascend If to approach a Saint with Prayer Vnworthy votarys pretend Above all merit Heaven and you To the Sincere are only due Long did respect awe my proud aim And fear t' offend my madness cover Like you it still reprov'd my flame And in the friend wou'd hide the Lover But by things that want a name I the too bold truth discover My words in vain are in my powr My looks betray me every hour A PASTORAL On the Death of His late Majesty written by Mr. Otway WHat horrors this that dwells upon the Plain And thus disturbs the Shepherds peaceful Reign A dismal sound breaks thro' the yeilding air Forewarning us some dreadful storm is neer The bleating flocks in wild confusion stray The early Larks forsake their wandring way And cease to welcome in the new-born day Each Nymph possest with a distracted fear Disorder'd hangs her loose dishevell'd hair Diseases with her strong convulsions reign And deities not known before to pain Are now with Apoplectick seizures slain Hence flow our sorrows hence increase our fears Each humble plant do's drop her silver tears Ye tender Lambs stray not so fast away To weep and mourn let us together stay O're all the universe let it be spread That now the Shepherd of the flock is dead The Royal Pan that shepherd of the sheep He who to leave his flock did dying weep Is gone ah gone ne're to return from deaths Eternal sleep Begin Damela let thy numbers fly Aloft where the safe milkey way does ly Mop'sus who Daphnis to the Stars did sing Shall joyn with you and hither waft our King. Play gently on your Reeds a mournful strain And tell in notes thro' all th' Arcadian Plain The Royal Pan the Shepherd of the sheep He who to leave his Flock did dying weep Is gone is gone ne're to return from death's eternal sleep SONG NO more will I my Passion hide Tho' too presuming it appear When long despair a heart has try'd What other torment can it fear Vnlov'd of her I would not live Nor dy till she the sentence give Why shou'd the fair offended be If vertue charm in Beauty's dress If where so much divine I see My open vows the Saint confess Awak'd by wonders in her Eyes My former Idols I despise Strephons complaint banisht from Sacarisa HOW long shall I thus live condemn'd to mourn In vain my Sacarisa's cruel scorn For ever let these Eyes be shut to light Since the bright Nymph has robb'd me of her sight All other objects dull and useless grow No more their wonted form of colour shew In glooming shades may I for ever live Sad as my sorrows silent as my grave Since Sacarisa's Eyes withdraw their light Darkness to me is Day the Morning Night No more the Sun the Worlds majestick Eye Shall dart his golden Beams thrô th' Azure Sky Let sullen darkness on the Earth display His sable wings t' eclips the hated day As when in Chaos uncreated night Sat Brooding on the seeds of Infant-light And no kind Beams did on the surface play Till the Sun rose and made a perfect day So till my Nymph brings back her sparkling light Darkness to me is Day the Morning Night An Elegie written by Mr. W. O. Damon and Thirsis Dam. WElcome dear Thirsis far above The sweetest Emphasis of Love. More welcome than the fairest Dame That ever crost this awful Plain With all her tender Virgin Train Thirs I thank thee Shepherd for thy Love But how canst thou so soon remove The Passion which inrag'd thy brest And kept thy better part from rest Dam. Believe me Thirsis for t is true They that Love long are very few I pip'd I sung I liv'd in pain In hope the Shepherdess to gain Now vain my sute in vain I cry I sigh in vain unhappy me Condemn'd to such a Destinie Only to see the once lov'd Deitie Thirs Tell me Damon prithee do Who 's this Nymph that grieves thee so By great Pan's all sacred name The wildest heart for thee I 'le tame Dam. Oh my friend she 's gone too far Thou can'st not reach the charming fair She 's fled into the wisht for place Where Love is acted o're in every grace Thirs What 's her name I can't contain My blood runs swift in every veine I 'le ravage all the Woods and Groves Th' intreguing Court for billing Lov 's No pains nor toyle for thee I 'le spare Come let me know the cruel fair Dams Phillis the Glory of our Isle Who charm'd my Soul with every smile Ah shee the lovely torturing maid H 'as now my heart my all betray'd And my adoring Love with scorn repaid Unhappy swain dejected and forlorn Ah me how sadly am I left alone To envy those Transporting charms She yeilds up to my happy Rivals Armes Thirs I le go Dam. Stay Shepherd t is in vain to try To disappoint the Nuptial tye No no she s gone to make my Rival blest And left her Image only in my brest Hence forth in Lovers tales let it be said That thy poor friend thy Damon dy'd a maid While no one part of me remains with her But constant wishes and this humble Pray'r Fairest of Nymphs May all your Glorys like the youthful Sun Beame forth and in their purest lustre Burn. May all your days be as a day of bliss And all your sorrows close still with a kiss Happy the God that succor'd your desire And set the Hymenean Lamp on fire May he in whole blest Armes you slumbringly Be sensible of the vast envyed joy While I who lost you lay me down and dy A PINDARICK To Mrs. Behn on her Poem on the Coronation Written by a Lady HAil thou sole Empress of the Land of wit To whom all conquer'd Authors must submit And at thy feet their sading Laurels lay The utmost tribute
our ravisht eares And her wit varying a thousand ways With that strong Philtre baits her powrful praise Her flowing lines such skilful measures bound The sense is not more charming than the sound So does her verse in words well-plac'd and chose Her rich Invention's beauteous store disclose As calm Favonius with his gentle wing Opens the Flowers and spreads the sweets of spring When stopt by Trees chance into arbour weaves His murmuring voyce some Lovers care deceives And breathing Roses whistles thrô the leaves When thus like Her 's which no rich Rogue can share Praise comes both from the knowing and sincere Just is the pride as the delight is rare Like Hope it flatters like Ambition warms And like a Lovers happy moment charms When first to ease the long unpitied swain His cruel fair confesses equal pain When first he sees within her kindling Eyes A guilty care and Bashful sweetness rise Oft when perplext with timorous doubts unrest I read her praise in which my Muse is drest With all the grace and all the power of Poetry exprest Raptures so strong my happier thoughts employ As pain perception and oppress with Joy. The rich Ragoust wit 's too profuse expence A flavor gives that conquers human sense A tast too high for weak man to digest Ambrosia 't is on which Immortals feast The Fruit of life's fair Tree to Martyrs given When â—in'd from flesh and purg'd of Earths dull Leaven Their frames can bear the Luxury of Heaven Cease England thy late loss so high to rate Here learn thy mighty sorrow to abate By her instructive gentle song half reconcil'd to sate Your tender moan you tuneful Nine give o're Lament your darling Bion's death no more In her lov'd Lays his better part survives He dyes not all while soft Vrania lives Her Heaven has warm'd with the same pleasing fires In her like noble blood like noble thoughts inspires His perishing goods to others let him leave To Her his deathless Pen he did bequeave And if my humble Muse whose luckless strain Was us'd alone of Beauty to complain And sing in melancholy notes love's unregarded pain Rais'd by that theme above her usual height Cou'd clear his fame or do his virtue right How well do's she the trifling debt acquit She whose resembling Genius shews her fit To be his sole Executrix in wit. On the Honourable Sir Francis Fane on his Play call'd the Sacrifice by Mrs. A. B. LOng have our Priests condemn'd a wicked Age And every little criticks sensless rage Damn'd a forsaken self-declining stage Great 't is confest and many are our crimes And no less profligate the vitious times But yet no wonder both prevail so ill The Poets fury and the Preachers skill While to the World it is so plainly known They blame our faults with greatones of their own Let their dull Pens flow with unlearned spight And weakly censure what the skilful write You learned Sir a nobler passion shew Our best of rules and best example too Precepts and grave instructions dully move The brave Performer better do's improve Ver'st in the truest Satyr you excel And shew how ill we write by writing well This noble Piece which well deserves your name I read with pleasure thô I read with shame The tender Laurels which my brows had drest Flag like young Flowers with too much heat opprest The generous fire I felt in every line Shew'd me the cold the feeble force of mine Henceforth I 'le you for imitation chuse Your nobler flights will wing my Callow Muse So the young Eagle is inform'd to fly By seeing the Monarch Bird ascend the sky And thô with less success her strength she 'l try Spreads her soft plumes and his vast tracks persues Thô far above the towring Prince she views High as she can she 'll bear your deathless fame And make my song Immortal by your name But where the work is so Divinely wrought The rules so just and so sublime each thought When with so strict an Art your scenes are plac'd With wit so new and so uncommon grac'd In vain alas I shou'd attempt to tell Where or in what your Muse do's most excel Each character performs its noble part And stamps its Image on the Readers heart In Tamerlan you a true Hero drest A generous conflict wars within his breast This there the mightyest passions you have shew'd By turns confest the Mortal and the God. When e're his steps approach the haughty fair He bows indeed but like a Conqueror Compell'd to Love yet scorns his servial chain In spight of all you make the Monarch reign But who without resistless tears can see The bright the innocent Irene die Axalla's life a noble ransom paid In vain to save the much-lov'd charming maid Nought surely cou'd but your own flame inspire Your happy Muse to reach so soft a fire Yet with what Art you turn the pow'rful stream When trecherous Ragallzan is the theam You mix our different passions with such skill We feel 'em all and all with pleasure feel We love the mischief thô the harms we grieve And for his wit the villain we forgive In your Despina all those passions meet Which womans frailties perfectly complent Pride and Revenge Ambition Love and Rage At once her wilful haughty Soul engage And while her rigid Honour we esteem The dire effects as justly must condemn She shews a virtue so severly nice As has betray'd it to a pitch of vice All which confess a God-like pow'r in you Who cou'd form woman to herself so true Live mighty Sir to reconcile the Age To the first glories of the useful Stage 'T is you her rifl'd Empire may restore And give her power she ne're cou'd boast before Cato's Answer to Labienus when he advis'd him to consult the Oracle of Jupiter Ammon Being a Paraphrastical Translation of part of the 9th Book of Lucan beginning at Quid quaeri Labiene Iubes c. WHat shou'd I ask my friend which best wou'd be to live inslav'd or thus in Armes die free If any force can Honour's price abate Or virtue bow beneath the blows of fate If fortunes threats a steady Soul disdains Or if the Joys of Life be worth the pains If it our happiness at all import Whether the foolish scene be long or short If when we do but aim at noble ends The attempt alone Immortal fame attends If for bad accidents which thickest press On merit we shou'd like a good cause less Or be the fonder of it for success All this is clear wove in our minds it sticks Nor Ammon nor his Priest's can deeper fix Without the Clergy's venal cant and pains Gods never-frustrate Will holds ours in chains Nor can we Act but what th' All-wise ordains Who needs no voyce nor perishing words to aw Our wild desires and give his creatures Law What e're to know or needful was or fit In the wise frame of human souls 't is writ Both what we ought
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 Iove 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 might yer 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 defyance 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 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 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
Mrs B. from a Lady who had a desire to see her and who complains on the ingratitude of her fugitive Lover KInd are my Stars indeed but that so late And I stranger to a gentle fate If such a one I meet and chance to know I have not proper words to call it so Wondering at happiness surpris'd as far As a rough General always train'd to War Snatch'd from the midst of cruel fierce alarms Into a thousand unexpected charms A joy like this how shall I entertain With a heart wounded and a soul in pain In my laborious enterprises crost My life near Finis and the Day quite lost Cleone had a Swain and lov'd the youth Not for his Beauty but his seeming truth Not for a goodly herd or high descent Ah that no God my ruin would prevent What thô the Swain had neither Sheep nor land I scorn'd the goods of fortunes partial hand So generous was my passion for the slave Because I equally suppos'd him brave Oh! give me leave to sigh one sad adieu Then wholly dedicate myself to you I have no business here but to complain Of all the treasons of an ingrate Swain Since my inhumane perjur'd Shepherd ' s gone Night four seven times has put her mantle on And three seven times Aurora has appear'd Since last I from the cruel Strephon heard Whither he lives is dead or on what shore Patience ye Gods ala I know no more Then why my Stars do my destruction press Send me your pity bounteous Shepherdess That I the face of grief no more may know If I deserve it that cou'd Love so low Consult not that but charity and give One tender pittying sigh that I may live That I may thus make my complaint to you Kind are my Stars indeed at last 't is true Let not my rude and untam'd griefs destroy The early glimmerings of an infant joy And add not your neglect for if you doe Cleone finds her desolation too Know this it yet remains in your fair breast To render me the happy or unblest You may act miracles if you 'l be kind Make me true joys in real sorrows find And bless the hour I hither did pursue A faithless Swain and found access to you Accept the heart I here to you present By the ingratitude of Strephon rent Till then gay noble full of brave disdain And unless yours prevent shall be again As once it was if in your generous brest It may be Pensioner at my request No more to Treasons subject as before To be betray'd by a fair tale no more As large as once as uncontroul'd and free But yet at your command shall always be To the fair Clarinda who made Love to me imagin'd more than Woman By Mrs. B. FAir lovely Maid or if that Title be Too weak too Feminine for Nobler thee Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth And let me call thee Lovely Charming Youth This last will justifie my soft complaint While that may serve to lessen my constraint And without Blushes I the Youth persue When so much beauteous Woman is in view Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain In pity to our Sex sure thou wer 't sent That we might Love and yet be Innocent For sure no Crime with thee we can commit Or if we shou'd thy Form excuses it For who that gathers fairest Flowers believes A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves Thou beauteous Wonder of a different kind Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd When e'r the Manly part of thee wou'd plead Thou tempts us with the Image of the Maid While we the noblest Passions do extend The Love to Hermes Aphrodite the Friend FINIS 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 ungreateful 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 82 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 advis'd him to consult the Oracle of Jupiter Ammon 106 To his Grace the Duke of Ormond upon his leaving the Government of Ireland 109 SONG 111 To Damon 112 Song of Basset by Sir George Etherege 118 To the Lord Bishop of Rochester on his History of the Plot. 120 Vpon 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 Blow 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 Killkeny School France Monts The Western War. Duke of Beaufort Duke of Ormond The Earl of Rochester her Vncle