your Love while 't is But if of your ends you but fail young It alters your note from an amorous Song To a tune with a huff and a rail If your Loves have no greater pow'r to invite We must this for your passions declare They 're not worth our return nor your scorns our require And so we can rest as we are Celadon and Philomel A Dialogue Cel. TEach me dear Nymph to be content Since what I wisht I have Why should I think on more or further crave Phill. First let me know what by that word is meant Or whether there be such a thing Say if thou wert a King Couldst thou there find it out Cel. No. doubt Inferiour Mortals have their bounds too small To harbour bliss and where some blessings fall By chance we so transported are That with excese of care We lessen still our share Phil. Ah! were thy present thoughts plac'd in the throne They'd still be thinking one One wish enjoy'd another would increase Thus heav'n-aspiring man on hopes does live And should he have what heav'n or earth can give His restless thoughts find no centent nor peace Chorus Then let us wish no more Yet we must think what others are We may implore And yet dispair Since ev'n from our birth No true content is found on earth Death is the only theam That puts our troubles to a quiet dream Omitting Enjoyment A Song O! Name not the day lest my sences reprove And curse my poor heart from the knowledge of Love Ah! the hapless mistake in a fearful young Lover When a sign is return'd not t' have wit to discover To delay a kind Nymph from her hour of design Is to dig for a treasure and sink in the Mine The effect of a smile in a vein of discourse 'Twixt fear and good-will ought to make a divorce Such Items deserve to be well understood Like a Vizardless Miss that peeps under her hood Had I known but the minute her joys were upon her She had bid me good night and adieu to her honor I knew not alas the intrigue of her art I thought she design'd to make sport with my heart It panted with fear and leapt so with joy Yet I thought to attempt all my hopes would destroy But since I 'm resolv'd ere I prove such a sot The Nymph I 'le enjoy though I dye on the spot The Tavern Huff A Song DRrink Wine and be wise Let the Grave and Precise With sober advices correct us We can wash 'em in Wine Till we make their Pates shine And dam 'em they ought to respect us While each single Sot With his Pipe and his Pot Cryes Oh! how the Creature bewitches They shall swig at their Ale Till their Noses look pale And then sneak home all drunk as Bitches We scorn to be base We never say Grace O're a pen-worth of Cheese or Can Sir We sit at our Talboyes And drink 'em off all Boyes Till every soul 's an Almanzer We Coffee defie And dare give him the lye That says it creates Politicians He 's a politick Fool And his grave wooden Scull S'like a crowd among able Musicians The Considerate Lover A Song T Is pity the passion those eyes do create Between Cupid and me should be held in debate This pondring on Love heav'n knows whence came That should make the blind Boy so precise in his aim I behold and I love yet am forc'd to defer My flame lest it hinder a happier in her Sometimes in a freak when I think to divert By her absence the folly of Love from my heart It ceases awhile yet if near I but come To her door I must see if my Silvia's at home Then streight while I think I am rid of my pain It returns like a Fever and haunts me again Though my heart in a flame of true passion still lye I 'le ne're let her know 't was caus'd by her eyes Were Love's blessings alike in every degree 'T were convenient for her and happy for me But Beauty once gain'd by its amorous Mate Proves eternal delight or repining at fate Yet it must be all pow'r that beauty can bring For she who has that has the world in a string But you see from such joyes we poor Mortals are hurl'd Like slaves from our fancies to humour the world And fortune with base and malicious design Has delay'd your kind passion and frustrated mine Beauties Prerogative A Song TRiumphant Beauty whose o're-ruling fate Not mighty Monarchs hearts alone But does command the grand intrigue of State Nothing 's exempted from its Throne The world to rule that Sex hath odds That triumph's both o're men and Gods In peace they arrows stay yet draw no blood In Wars they win when lose the day Though Captives on their Conqu'rous necks they tread And the fierce Victor make their prey Strong Sex who from your chain is free That though he foyls ye bound must be Oh! no the yoak can ne're offend your necks Our harsh fates makes us to obey In childhood we obey our Parents becks Then men do steal our hearts away Wretched as weak our Sex is grown Whose wills and hearts are ne're our own A Rapture COme fairest through the fleeting skie Let 's cut a way with nimble pace On Cupids active wings we 'll flie To Paradice that wisht for place Where I may banquet on thy face Hark! how Love's Quiristers conspire With airs might make a Hermite dote T' invite us to the happy quire Where Philomel's enchanting throat Is tun'd to ravish with a note The downy couch with blushing red With heav'n-resembling tapestry By Nymphs at Love's command here spred Who thought these joys prepar'd for thee A Blessing Couch and thou for me No spies shall lurk here to reveal To ears that itch with jealousie The hour of pleasure we two steal Great Jove knew no such liberty When he imbrac'd fair Danae Being set let 's dally till our souls To the encounter sound a Call A hasty Love that joy controuls That might receive a kinder fall But dying dies for good and all Let 's still incite it with a kiss To a Spring-tyde our Love 's we'll try And if our pleasures fade in this Time dares not a relief deny Since we well know our remedy I 'le view again and feast a while On each Seraphick cheek which do Unite with thy fair lip whose smile Might make a Cynick love thee too And tempt him from his tub to woo Thence on the blessing of thy brest The banquet that first feasted man I 'le kiss and there I 'le take my rest And from the measure of a span I 'le teach thee how the world began A Song PHillis confirm the passion you own Since mine so apparent and just does prove Shun the disguise my heart is known To brook no hidden Love What I court I 'le enjoy or I 'le give it o're I 'le put no hope or fear on the score 'T is the fop-adoring
For a chat and a hum Like the sound of a Drum Makes our liquor so base Whilst neglected it lyes Like a bait for the flies Then take 't while it smiles in your face Come on my brave Lad here 's a health to thy Mis Here 's another to thine and to the next kiss Methinks merry heart there 's Musick in this All the fault that I know He 's one Cup too low Then pray screw him up Least when we go to play On our pipes he shall say He 's hoarse for want of his Cup. 'T is friends and good liquor 's the soul of our mirth And though every man has a soul from his birth Yet without good wine he 's a dry lump of earth Then think not on sorrow Or care for to morrow But away let it pass We 'l so dabble our Cares And vain idle fears Till they sink to the bottom o' th glass Plea for Enjoying LOok on those Jewels that abound Upon your dress that Diamond No flame or lustre could impart Should not the Lapidaries Art Contribute here and there a Star And just such things ye women are Who do not in rude quarreys shine But meeting us y' are made divine Then let us mix our selves and prove That action is the soul of Love Why do we coward-gazing stand Like Armies in the Netherland Contracting fear at either's sight Till we both grow too weak to fight Let 's charge for shame and chuse you whether One shall fall or both together This is Loves War whoever dyes If the surviver be but wise He may reduce the spirits fled For t'other kiss will cure the dead The brave Bubber A Song COme drawer some wine send a slave from below Our presence attendance affords Though we cannot make shew like his Lordship or so Yet we can be as drunk as Lords 'T is he shuns care that scorns to be great For when Sack has once tickl'd his scull He cares not a straw or a grain of wheat For Cham or the Great Mogull 'T is Beauty and mirth is all that we aim We offer to no other shrine The glass is our Altar our thoughts are the flame That heightens the Sacrifice Wine Then laugh at the World and fortune despise Since mirth feeds the soul with delight Let 's drink a sweet Health to our Mistrisses eyes Till our own eyes bid us good Night Love's Vniverse A Song HOw vast an extent has Love's Empire and Throne That not Heaven or Earth will its pow'r disown The Gods so respect it they let it take place While mortals adore it in each pretty face The Contents of this World and the blessings above Do harmonize all but an eccho of Love Should Love in a frolick but once take his flight The Poets themselves would forget how to write Though it be such a Jewel yet Ladies take care How you meet with corrupt and adulterate ware There 's Love out of fashion that 's ready to dye But your Love in the Mode has intrigue by the by Though the vain idle humour of fashion or wit Condemns to what honour is proud to submit 'T is the Passion Heroick obliging and just That makes Love immortal and bloom in the dust On a Lady masked supposed to be Dorinda SO have I Cynthia seen her face to hide O' recast with modest clouds and loose her light So have I seen the brightest Stars deni'd To shew their beauty in some gloomy night So Angels pictures have been veiled o're That men might more devoutly them adore Eve tempted Adam but shee 's wiser grown To bar our knowledge from a fruit unknown It 's but a guess if it Dorinda prove I 'le tast the fruit if not unknown the Love Moderation A Song HOw strangely the passion and spirits retire When the fond fickle Lover has quencht his desire So tender a thing is the spirit of man That with some if once baulkt try and do what you can No Charm can recall or allurement invite Such is the poor soul that is sick with delight He comes with a petulant spirit half bent And no sooner enjoyes but begins to repent Though the Nymph still indulge him and dally a while He returns her his thanks in a kiss and a smile When the Fop might by trying such folly deprive In the Virtue she has both to kill and revive Enjoyment the end of all bliss has its measure To be forc'd to delight makes a toyl of a pleasure Those joyes we repeat are both free and at ease We take when we list and we change when we please To the soul that is active no pleasure it proves For a man to be ty'd to the thing that he loves Leisure A Song TO what modest grief is a Lover confin'd Where the tongue dare not utter the truth of the heart Yet it strengthens the force in a generous mind And makes him still think what his love would impart For the more he thinks on the more happy 't wil prove When he comes to appearance to plead for his Love WHen our hearts are new kindl'd to jump 〈◊〉 a Beauty But like a French on-set comes off with a blast We ought to wait Leisure 't is civil and duty Let 's love by degrees and the longer 't will last He that jumbles his Love and Enjoyment together Makes two months of Summer and ten of cold weather Kind Love like a tender and delicate flow'r Wants only Improvement to make it endure But so oft 't is transplanted which makes it each hour So droop and decay that it s almost past cure Unless some fair Nymph whose enchantments can bring To make it refresh a perpetual Spring Epithalamium on E. W. and R. S. MAy all felicity betide The comely Bridegroom and his Bride May those delights the Morn shall bring Be endless as their nuptial ring May they be constant and exceed Each others wishes hopes and Creed May the three Regions of the Air Pour showers of blessings on this pair May Sol and Cynthia with their rays Silver their nights and guild their dayes Chorus All joys attend and best of fate This fair Adonis and his Mate 2. Staza May all the Elements conspire To make them blest in their desire May all their Stars on them reflect Their middle looks in Trine Aspect May all the Angels them defend From ev'ry thing doth ill portend May Angels Stars and Elements Afford them such compleat contents That they have nothing else to wish But a perseverance of bliss Chorus All joys attend and best of fate This fair Adonis and his Mate Black eyes and enticing frowns To Lucina BLack eyes in your dark orbs doth lye My ill or happy destiny If with clear looks you me behold You give me treasures full of Gold If you dart forth disdainful rays To your own dy you turn my days That Lamp which all the Stars doth blind To modest Cynthia is less kind Though you do wear to make you bright No other dress
swore the Sun had only been there To see the Rascals sweat and puff Like any Smithfield Pig in Buff One was jeering t'other boasting Who should longest be a roasting T'other laugh'd and swore his crupper Was grilliading for his Supper They had not thus been long a swelling But in the Cook-room steps in Ellen For she well knew 't was high time then To Cook and dress the Gentlemen There sate the Youths with modest look As if they would have kiss'd the Cook And well they might for none was able To know his Trap-stick from his Navle Ellen with care pursues her office For in that trade she was no novice There with a cleanly clout of linnen Made of her Dames Great Grannams spinning She gently wipes into a puddle The sweat from each mans bum and doodle Who but the Dam'sel could have mist To have thought the room had been be-pist But I don't love to play the knave w' e 'T was but the dripping of the gravy For had they pist the puddle higher It might have quite put out the fire And if the cloth had soon been lay'd The Devil had for his Supper stay'd But th' heat was equally divided As prudently the Cook decided Yet others roasted not so fast As did the ' Squire that came in last He by the steam and sultry vapours Of Charcoal-fire and tallow tapers Found that his heart began to fail him His Cam'rades wonder'd what did ail him Some thought his being unacquainted Might almost cause him to have fainted Others the aking of his belly Or that he had a love for Nelly But while the time th'were thus deferring Down falls the Youngster dead as herring He of his strength that so much boasted Alas poor heart was over-roasted Roast Pigs do but their eyes let fall But he let drop head body and all This gave to all the house surprise Some wring their hands some wipe their eyes But most of all his Hand-maid Nelly Her eyes were bigger than her belly For the poor Lad that to the Nation Might have done good in 's Generation All with their best endeavours strive In hopes the Youngman to revive Thence on a Pallet they remov'd him And all lamented him that lov'd him There Nelly saw his P O strange thing It hung its head like any Changeling All sigh'd and fear'd as who 'ld have said That he was fairly brought to bed But tending hands and nursly care Having perverted all dispair His Camerades glad of repose Each to his privy Chamber goes Leaving his Nurse and Hand-maid Nel To watch the time of 's Passing-bell Yet to suspect 't was no great danger For he was now at rack and manger But in the int'rim I must tell ye How a strange Ghost appear'd to Nelly That would have disoblig'd her belly She poor heart void of all suspition Ne're thought of carnal Inquisition But watch'd with Care when in a trice She saw a strippling-spirit rise And what d' e think 't was but the dead That rose for Ellens Maiden-head And him that you thought had been no boy Was all this while a tuning's Ho-boy Who streight without intreats or woing Would with the Dam'sel fain been doing But she being cautious of her honour To let a dead man come upon her Did terrifie her more than living Though she knew dead men had no giving Approaching still he comes to stem her And in pursuit begins to wem her And swore by Jemini he 'd thank her If that she would but let him clank her The Dam'sel not enduring further With open mouth she cryes out murther This gave throughout the house uproar Bounce knocks the neigbours at the door And coming in to hear the pudder They found his bolt-sprit in her rudder And had not then her kind friend sav'd her As sure as you 're alive a had stav'd her His Cam'rades stood like stocks amaz'd And wonder'd what the Devil had rais'd Yet glad to see he was so hoddy That he could exercise his body All were amaz'd and glad at once For his good health and Nelly's sconce Nay 't would h'astonish'd Captain Brockhorse To see a spirit ride a Cock-horse But all was well and what 's so ended You know by none can be amended Spirits are of uncertain motion Sometimes they plague us in devotion Sometimes in sleep sometimes at dinner But he 's the wonder of a sinner That with one foot in Charons punt Can rise to take his leave of C 'T was kindly done she sav'd his life For which he us'd her like a wife But if again so close he steer She 'll bid him next time come no-near To Celinda A Song WHy should Celinda disapprove A meaner state that 's rich in Love If it had been the Gods decree To let the Boy take bribe or Fee It would have so deprav'd his pow'r That ev'ry hour He thought to place His shafts they 'd flie back in his face And like a puny Elf Injure at once his object and himself No fair Celinda 't is unfit That Cupid should at Market sit Besides it breeds a doubt in you Whether those sparks of Love be true Since not the person nor the parts Nor any Arts Can breed a flame Upon your too aspiring aim Be kindly-wise remove Those towring fancies and begin to Love Why should a worldly God controul Him that 's immortal as the soul Judge O ye Powr's and let her be Not Mistriss of her Love but me Consider e're your heart you give For you 'l but live A subject still Enslav'd to Wealth and Tyrants will But ne're in Love be blest Think then Celinda think who loves you best Love's Assurance A Song GO on true heart pursue the prise Thy passion knows its doom 'T will find some pity in her eyes Or send the slighted home Yet from her heart I 'le read my fate If it to Love incline It cannot change so soon to hate But it must think on mine Kind nature will her hate oppose And though she do not love My passion I will so disclose As shall her pity move Thence from that pity with new fire Although her heart were stone I 'd melt it into chast desire And coin it in my own The Womens Defence A Song FOrbear silly hearts you insult but in vain Though so mean of our Sex you approve Your hearts are as empty and weak as your brain And your Rhet'rick as poor as your Love By your amorous follies we wiser are grown And now to our rigor we 'll stand Since the hearts that you claim'd become freely our own You 'l find 'em but hard to command What cringes and sighs what raptures and vows To delude a poor Nymph you employ You design her a Miss for you fancy a Spouse Is a pleasure too long to enjoy What flame can our faithless opinions remove Or what can a kind one create When at once you propose both Honour and Love You ruine the Name and Estate How charming and sweet is
That still is imploring Disdain or Love I 'le say no more Sure 't was a dart but want only thrown That makes you conceal what your thoughts inspire Love when 't is true will ne're disown The flame that caus'd the fire But you with your passion such juggling show That i' th' end you prove your own foe For when we come to tryal And find a denial To ease our thoughts we let it go The Brave Lover UNhappy he whose fortune lower lyes Then his Love will bow unto 't The Eagle scorns to prey on silly flies Shrubs wither at the Cedars root It 's better far to perish tame With secret grief than open shame How tame is he that will his life bestow Ere to his foe the Victim flies Or he whose sence does greater blessings know Will wed himself to miseries Then live and let thy fall be fair By brave attempts not base dispair Epithalamium TO bed ye two in one united go To pleasures killing Embrace and struggle till your spirits flow Embrace more willing Than th'loving Palms great unions wonder That ne're bore any fruit asunder Be young to each when Winter and grey hairs Your head shall clime May your affections like the merry sphears still move in time And may with many a good presage Your marriage prove your merny age On the sight of my true Dorinda Masked WHen her poor Metaphor heavens radiant eye Puts his day-shading mask of darkness by And freely shines those shapes of living jet I' th' Eastern shores half pickl'd up in sweat Adore his lustre but they never bow Whilst clouds disguise and mascarade his brow So when mine eyes first view'd her she alas Was mask'd and ign'rantly I by did pass Without adoring when such shrines as hers Would make Saints croud to be Idolaters When Mistriss-like Loadstones in boxes cas'd I 've sometimes seen neor Iron wedges plac'd The am'rous metal wav'd and still crept neer As if it knew its Love had center'd there I felt this sympathy and in my brest Like a stray bird now fluttring neer his nest Or like a Pilot I my course did steer As who would say I know my harbours neer Now with devouter eyes lookt agen But her black veil not drawn thus thought I then Thus Angel-pictures in the sacred quire Are veild to raise our adoration higher Myriads on each side as you walk must fall As bastard Eaglets 'fore your Emblem Sol. Thus you with looks Philosophy controul And fate and leave the world without a soul Or prove which I confess since I was hit This all hath but one soul and you are it The Concern RIse Aristarchus and erect a Scheme Tell me may I expect a cheerful beam From my Love's eye Say shall my joyes become Perfect on this side of Elizium Come cast a figure shall I find that place Where I in her may heav'n on earth embrace Why should hope flatter me since her fair hands Shuns Hymens tyes and Venus fair commands But why should she shun heav'ns good will and be So adverse to her Genial Deity Truth on mens tongues she sayes doth seldom sit But what they rashly swear they soon forget She sayes they write in sand when they make oaths And keep their vows just as they do their cloaths Whilst only they are new and fresh i' th' fashion But once grown old like words they speak in passion They lay them by forgot and their Loves leave With pensive eyes to wail the faith they gave To their more faithless vows and then in pride And scorns triumphal Chariot they ride Over their spoyles and tyrannously glory How many female Trophies deck their story Thus slippery streams the yielding banks do court And gliding thence say they but lov'd in sport O heav'n that Lovers who have damn'd their trust Should rob the reputation of the just Pity ye Gods still let true love be blest Let not that dye a Martyr for the rest Rouze ye infernal Hags ye direful three From the foul Lake of nights dark Empery Give me a bunch of stinging snakes to lash Kind Nymph-deceivers and to take their flesh Hell's curse on that inconstant crew that took Love's sacred name their fraud and lust to cloak Vipers to your own kind its long on you The Nymphs scarce credit us that would be true Rest thee Ixion these deserve to feel The weary service of thy constant wheel May the laborious Stone disturb your rests And ravenous Vultures banquet on your brests May heav'n send Plagues and Poets curses more Than ever yet was thought or heard before And may your ribs in Hell a grid-iron be Whereon your souls may broyl eternally But ah I faint I doubt my fate is near I feel that colder poyson sad dispair Invades my veins troubling my destiny Warning my soul out who 'd fain sain stay to try Ere th' other world I know to find a bliss If not I never more shall think on this Yet I will e're on earth I quit my room Bespeak a better in Elizium An ELEGY On the most lamented Death of that brave and worthy Hero Edw. Earl of Sandwich Lord Vice Admiral of England O! That my soul were raptur'd into Verse To write with dew of passion on thy hearse Could my just grief pathetickly relate Our loss in thee by thy too sudden fate I 'd write thy Story in so just degree Should melt the Reader into Poesie But when ' gainst grief my fancy I would arm My Pen is wrackt and ev'ry thought a storm Though deepest sorrows make a Fame obscure Yet to the suffring thought Love gives the cure And makes that honour which dull grief would shorwd Peep like the Sun above the dropping cloud Hence my poor restless thoughts are bound to show For thee the justest Honour that I owe Thou goodly Star of mighty Charle's Wain Bellona's heart and sweet Apollo's brain Thou Hero of so large and free a soul A judgment clear a courage uncontroul So wisely noble and so brave a mind We must not think in hast on earth to find Unless the times would turn to gold agen And nature get new strength in forming men In musting on thy chance we can but guess Fate could have done no more nor honour less Nor can the prying world be so unjust So partial to thy Honour and thy trust If they 'd but know how Valour then did lye Grasp'd in an unprevented Destiny Yet so unmov'd that scarce strove life to save But smil'd upon its soon expected grave Had Caesar in that cloud of fate been hid He had dy'd like thee more nobly than he did Yet 't was too soon Life might in concu'ring Death Increast thy fortunes and prolong'd thy breath And made those Trophies which thy Valour won A morning Star and a Meridian Sun Fate seem'd indeed a Guardian friend a while But streight'gan to be treach'rous and beguil For whilst the thundring Shot amidst the throng Ow'd him more Honour than to do him wrong She soon
Wit at a Venture OR CLIO'S Privy-Garden CONTAINING SONGS and POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS Never before in Print Potare spargere flores Incipiam patiarque vel in consultus haberi Hor. lib. 1. Ep. 5. 14. LONDON Printed for Jonathan Edwin at the three Roses in Ludgate-Street 1674. THE Epistle Dedicatory TO William Wren Esq SIR I Might not without Reason suspect your Resentment and Admiration when you behold so trivial and mean a Work of this Nature confidently sheltring it self under the Infallible defence of your worthy Name from the piercing storms that are frequently rais'd by the heat of certain creatures called Criticks But Sir that sweetness and everness of your Temper which all who know you do with great satisfaction take notice of has denyed me to fear the danger of displeasing a Person whom nothing but very Baseness can make Angry To that Goodness therefore I presume to offer up these Fruits of so little worth they wanted a good Season to grow to any Perfection in as having but seldom any Sun-shine weather unless when your Influences did actuate their Principles if any then amongst them have arrived to more Beauty and Ripeness than their Fellows they owe it immediately to that Warmth and Vigour they received from you and in this respect Sir you may claim them as your own for the Sun may be said to have more right to the Fruit he gave colour to than the Tree that bore it Vouchsafe Sir then when you unbend from your more weighty and useful Employs of Time to cast a favourable Eye upon this Poetick Off-spring that foresees a happy Life if he may be admitted into your Service where if he can please in his Minority he promises himself such an increase of Spirit and Fancy that he will aspire to more lofty thoughts even Sir to the Ambition of being worthy to stile you the sweet Maecenas SIR Of your humbly devoted Servant C. F. The CONTENTS LOves Tryal Pag. 1. The Generous Lover 2. A Song 4 Surprising Love 5 To Silvia on the Tyranny of her Looks 6 A Dialogue between Strephon and Phillis 7 The Knight-Adventurer 8 Loves Conquest 12 The Protestation 14 The Nuptial Triumph 15 A Song 20 Pleasing Hopes ibid. An Epitaph on a merry Wife of Windsor 21 To Mr. E. M. upon going to Sea 22 Beauties frailty 23 Epithalamium 24 Acrastick on his lamented Friend G. I. 25 The tyred Pilgrim 26 Loves Extasie 27 Philomels Call 28 Impatience 29 Goodnight Pag. 30 Surprising Favour ibid. A New-Years-Gift 31 On his Mistriss walking in the Garden ibid. The Morallist 32 The Murdered Beauty 33 The Desperate Lover 34 A Song 35 The Silent Lover 36 Distempered Love 37 On his Mistriss asleep 38 The Souldiers Song 39 Vain Ambition 40 To Dorinda after Absence ibid. A Moral Song 41 A Dialogue between Fame and Virtue 42 The Boon Companion 43 Plea for Enjoying 44 The brave Bubber 45 Loves Vniverse 46 On a Lady masked supposed to be Dorinda ibid. Moderation 47 Leisure 48 Epithalamium on E. W. and R. S. 49 Black Eyes and enticing Frowns 50 Grief for Absence 52 Magnetick Influence ibid. Mistriss I. K. a Surprisal 53 On Silvia ibid. Praise and Dispraise 54 A brief Survey of this disproportioned World 55 Double Influence 56 A Song 57 The Pleasant Toyl 58 A Balladc on a Countrey Wedding 59 The Virtue of a Hot-house 65 To Celinda 71 Loves Assurance 72 The Womens Defence 73 Celadon and Philomel a Dialogue 74 Omitting Enjoyment 76 The Tavern Huff 77 The Considerate Lover 78 Beauties Prerogative 79 A Rapture 80 A Song 82 The Brave Lover 83 Epithalamium ibid. On the sight of my true Dorinda Masked 84 The Concern 85 An Elegy on the most lamented Death of that brave and worthy Hero Edw. Earl of Sandwich Lord Vice Admiral of England 88 An Elegy on the Death of the Valiant Sir Edw. Sprag 91 Wit at a Venture OR CLIO's Privy-Garden CONTAINING SONGS and POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS Loves Tryal A Song HOw sweet are the youthful adventures of Love What pretty kind sympathies mutually move How in Amorous Musick they each play their parts And make in their minds a transfusion of hearts Yet as strange and as various pow'rs they have When from frowns sighs and smiles is Bliss and a Grave When I try with my Nymph the strength of that pow'r Blind Love plays the knave with me every hour For she frowns and she sighs and still she cryes no Though I 'm apt to believe her yet still I must woo For in the same moment I find in her eyes That joy and that bliss which her coyness denies Then straight I declare the discovery I 've made And urging my Suit she replies I 'am afraid On my life dear Swain by no means it may be 'T was the charge of my Grand-mother Modesty Yet still I behold a Jem in her eye Ne're was Tantalus half so unhappy as I. Why should Nymphs with disguise and flattery deceive When from us the naked truth they receive Though th' effects of fond Love so various be Must it therefore wheedle and captivate me E'en let her retire if she think good To cure my dispair I 'le let my self blood The Generous Lover A Song WHat a giddy fond Lover is he Who in spight of good fate or success Gives scope to his Love Till it wander and rove Beyond what his hope can redress When his passions grow fervent and free Instead of considering his flames He hastens his bliss To a blind precepice And Love before Honour proclaims My Love 's of a nobler descent For that influous pow'r I adore Though my passions are strong Yet rather than wrong I 'le prefer the convenience before And though in her arms I could dye Yet if fate has against me decreed I 'le draw from my heart The visible dart While my wounds still inwardly bleed Would to Heav'n I could but deserve Those suffring hopes which I bare But since honour denies I should venture the prise I 'le sigh out a lingring dispair Ye pow'rs if your pleasures are so To make me thus hopeless your slave Since I 'm suffer'd no more Then just to adore In my heart I 'le her Image engrave A Song CVpid some exploits to try With this left hand shot awry His shafts flew still too high or low which made him free and curse his bow Hitting the Mark at length he found His arrows gave a poys'ned wound And frenzy bread where Love should be In milder tearms call'd jealousie If such worms grow in Lovers breast Whose venom will admit no rest Then pox upon 't my prayers shall be From such Love Jove deliver me Yet I could gladly be content To lay on Love that punishment And scape my self to be each hour Securely garded from its pow'r The Surprising Lover LOve in rambling once astray Was benighted in his way With cold and tiresom cares opprest He creeps in fair Lucina's breast To shelter there and take his rest The
Nymph not dreaming of her fate And of an unexpected Guest Much less To come so late Slep on the Youth recov'ring heat Prepares his arms to try a feat The deed scarce done the Nymph awakes And in the Act the Youngster takes Strangely surpriz'd yet well contented too That she 'd enjoy'd so sweet a bed-fellow Then viewing well her Guess all o're She lik'd his presence more and more Telling him rather than he should be gone She 'd nurse and keep him as her own And if he 'd vow ne're to depart She 'd find him lodging next her heart To Silvia on the Tyranny of her Looks A Song TUrn away those sparkling Jems Who from their motives give such ray As would make Sol contract his beams And leave those Stars to rule the Day What greater Tyranny can Love create Than from such Comets to receive a fate Do not insult thus on your Slave Love should attempt a nobler prise Since 't is within your pow'r to save Give but one blessing from your eyes Mist'ry of Fate that yet I should not know Whether the Puny God's my friend or foe I 'le view no more and yet alas What cannot such sweet objects move Where smiles though clouded seem to pass The sentence of a blooming Love What greater joys can pleasing pow'rs decree Where love from such Imprisonment sets free A Dialogue between Strephon and Phillis STrep Phillis we have now too long Dallied with the lip and tongue These no real joyes can move Action is the soul of Love Phill Do not kisses actions bare Songs and stories please the ear Smiling looks a perfect Bliss I know no other Love than this Strep. O! say not so that wishing eye Discovers what would hidden lye But yet in vain you must not shroud The Queen of Beauty in a cloud Phill. No I to Venus Laws should perjur'd be In keeping hid what Love is pleas'd to see Strep. The goddess frowns be wise Nymph and obey Come we 'l Improve our Love 's a better way Phill. Ah! me poor ignorant And if there be a better way than this Pray Strephon shew thy Phillis how it is Chorus Then let 's remove to some more friendly shade Where neither Sun shall see or heat invade To mix for envy with our flames While we perform what Venus claims And let us thus O! thus Improve Our Joyes till we dissolve in Love The Knight Adventurer AFter a long and continent repose From Venus service and those ty'rsom foes The brisk young Pego arm'd with youthful state Resolves to make Adventure of his fate And in a second Expedition tryes Who are Loves friends and who his enemies The chiefest reas'n that did his fancy move Was to th' obliging sweet Cunea's Love There on her fertil Land to pitch his Tent The pleasant's border on the Continent Free from the scorching Sun or humid Air But sweetly calm and ev'ry object fair Whilst hot-head Pego wanders thus alone Through Lands obscure and places yet unknown With discontent and aking pain he strove Still to draw near the Palace of his Love Begging the Gods and all the Fates below To grant him sight but of her Portico Big with desire at length before his eyes He something like a lovely Palace spies Behind a sweet and pleasant Mirtle Vale Two marble pillars on a Pedestal But treach'rous Fate with an excess of joy He did his courage and his hopes destroy That object which had giv'n him life before Has now ensnar'd him and his strength 's no more For mad with heat he hastens to the place And does the footsteps of his ruine trace The goodly Vision was a Well he found Adorn'd with banks fenc'd with bushes round Where many a wandring Lover had been drown'd Yet not contented he 's resolv'd to peep Poor thing not knowing that the Well was deep Head being heavy and his brains too light In 〈◊〉 falls and bids to all good-night There in a trance and agony he lay Scarce able to distinguish night from day Chance had with active nature such a strife Youl 'd thought he had been just departing life But Love's officious messenger from thence Soon to Cunea sent intelligence She inoffensive knew not what to say For grief to so see how dead poor Pego lay With sudden fright she takes him from his Tomb And in a trice conveys him to her home O most unhappy Woman then cryes she ' That in my precincts this sad chance should be ' My dearest Pego I lament thy grief ' And would to Venus I could give relief Then with a lift she laid him in her bed And with her gentle hand she held his head In soft Love-linnen his bruis'd head she wraps And gently wipes off the remaining drops His height of Valour now grown tame and meek Instead of red faint dews possess his cheek His body which had youthful Vigour shown Was now grown feeble and the spirit gone Those muscles which were once more stiff than board Are quite contracted and no strength afford In this condition lay the breathless Knight No small discomfort to his Lovers sight At length to consolate his dying heart To her sick Love does these words impart ' My Dear let not this chance thy life deprive ' Think on thy Love and thou wilt straight revive ' Hold up thy head muse not on future harms ' But once more rest in thy Cunea's arms ' Methinks his pulse moves rather quick than slow ' And yet I feel a dampness o're his brow ' What gentle fervour in each joynt there feels ' Yet when I go to set him up he reels Such signs of life yet no more strength t' appear My Love is past recovery I fear Why should this branch which like a Cedar stood Commanding all the shrubs and under-wood Now hang his head wither wax pale and dye From one poor blast of Venus treachery What shall I do my charms I have forgot And my best remedy's an Antidote Yet this I 'le sentence to revenge thy woe That well shall strictest penance undergo Then white as Ivory a vail was spread Over that dismal Cave where Pego bled That seeing his sick state it might not be The Author of a greater misery Hoping when once the spirits did unite She might enjoy him with more fresh delight And being well animated for the sport At second venture he might gain the Fort By this Love's tending hand and Nurse-like care Made Pego venture now to take the Air A kind refreshment his past labours greet Fain would he stand but cannot find his feet But now the Sences to themselves being come His musing thoughts are of returning home This did his Love with diffrent passions fill Joy for his health but anguish for his will My Dear cryes she and will you leave me so Ah! I shall surely bleed for 't if you go If you forsake me all my joyes are gone And Fancy'll haunt me when I lye alone And vain Imaginations then will prove
My only dear Companion and my Love Urge me no more cryes he lest I grow mad Y' enslave me only to make Venus glad Have I not arm'd my self both day and night And must I be a Vassal to delight Thus madly in revenge he will depart To cool his giddy brain and fire her heart For since his brains were turn'd he lost his wits And ev'ry other Moon he 's mad by fits Then swear by Jove I 'le try the other fall And for her sake will venture neck and all But when he views and feels the painful scars The putrid sores and wounds of Venus Wars Rather than suffer such a foul abuse He 'll keep his service for a better use Who being deliver'd from the pow'rful Hagg Now lives a private life in pudding-bagg Love's Conquest A Song WHen first in Loves Court fair Eminda was try'd No pleading was suffer'd but all was deny'd No suit or requests no nor threatnings could move The vain-hearted Nymph to be subject to Love Till Wine and Discourse Had made some remorse And opened her eyes That at length she mixt smiles with denies I declar'd how the pow'r of Love was abus'd In denials of Bliss and how srangely misus'd When mutual pleasures end both but in one That joy must be poor that 's embraced alone For the Nymph that is coy In a dream will destroy What Nature and Love Whilst awake has assign'd her to prove But how oft the kind force did my passion prolong With the rape of her eyes and the charms of her tongue Till vigorous Love had once entred the Fort And finding alas 't was in vain to retort She cry'd Strephon you kill Yet sweetly lay still Being pleas'd with the pain Cry'd Strephon Oh! Strephon again In raptures and extasies now she was hurl'd And told me I 'd brought her into a new world She chid her cold Sence that no sooner it knew The warmth of Loves Engin but warmer the dew Then kill me again 'T is the pleasanter pain Dear Swain let me crave You to stab in the wound which you gave The Protestation A Song THere is no Object to my eye Seems fair but what in thee is found Nor my dull ear hears melody Besides thy voice in any sound Or if my tast its proper art should miss There 's nothing could restore it but a kiss May my true touch be chill'd by death If any thing is soft but thee Or if my smell besides thy breath Counts any thing perfume but thee May vultures banquet on me whilst I see My Rival joy in an enjoying thee The Nuptial Triumph SEe from you ' Palace where the gate 's set wide The Bridegroom walks in triumph to his Bride A youth of the first hair with tender skin That never yet felt razor on his chin But all 's so soft as would delight the Bliss And make his Bride indulgent to a kiss He tim ' rous seems as doubtful of his skill His ignorance scarce gives him pow'r to will Whole troops of doubts and fears affright his mind Like youth grown up to years undisciplin'd He sighs at last possest with thoughtful joy Does all his wishes on the night employ Now nature tells thinks he why so afraid I ne're found danger by my Mothers Maid Nature from her then taught me to be kind She not like nature then 't was I was blind Now Virgins to my eyes seem richer things Than to a child appear the nuptial Rings Thus having thought he does at once fore-know His worldly blessing and his duty too In progress to his Rival Joy he goes With splendid garb which carelesly he throws About him with neglect as scorning pride The ground in richest Roman purple dy'd And mixt with golden wires for understand 'T was woven by his careful Mothers hand About the edge double Meanders run 'T was long in work by ' gainst this day 't was done His count'nance sweet his shoulders neatly spread As sometimes we have seen Gods figured In his bright eye the life of youth did shine As the day-star does from the Ocean's brine Where he hath newly washt himself appears And as he moves the place about him clears So he his star-like eyes aim'd at the place Big with the thought of a long-wisht embrace Love troubles him why she is absent still Till entring he finds time to gaze his fill At length she enters arm'd with all parts fair Full ripe for man of Venus the chief care A Virgins face a Virgins chast attire Which though resembling snow might cause a fire Warm blushes fill her cheeks which by degrees Grow still more hot and scorch what e're she sees His youthful fire dispersed every-where On tip-toe move to see this star appear Eye turn'd to wishes and on every hand The aged Fathers and the Matrons stand And make a reverend lane for her to pass She makes them think upon the time that was Their prime their strength which makes 'em now that 's gone Envy those virtues bewail their own The Batchelors and Maidens simpring stand And swear by heav'n they 'l marry out of hand Poor Venus Cooks or Servitors at least Or lookers on that do but smell the Feast On still she goes and by each arm she 's led By a Narcissus and a Ganimed The earth on her proud that her feet insist And grieves to part with what so late it kist Still as she further passes on the way With her loose locks the winds delight to play They wanton with her garments to behold Her pictur'd vesture clouded late in gold Did not her coats conceal her heav'nly shape They 'd blow her naked and commit a rape But to pass by in this the Parsons share Proceed we to the weighty Night affair E're this the tim'rous and all-thinking Bride Is brought to th' place where she must now reside Yet now more concious of her strength and state Love does with fear begin t' expostulate Each strive in mirth the other to out-do Yet transient joyes to those that must ensue Now break up revels for their hours are come Her Purgatory his Elizium There sweet she lay just as the trembling dew Upon a rose-bud and the self-same hue As rose-buds have and so she hid her head Till his obliging heat her leaves had spread Now blest civility to him and her All march each minute pitying to defer And think that saying seasonably true That all men do as they 'd be done unto Now left alone to kiss and talk a while She while she can the time would fain beguil With sudden grief her cheeks are all bewept To lose so soon what she so long has kept He kindly treats her with his hand and tongue And tells her Love can never suffer wrong Yet thinking on 't she dares not let him in Doubting what 's lawful still to be a sin He with such gentle force compels the Lass As would not break her were she made of glass There with a loving arm
and leg display'd He shrouds the soft and pain-expecting Maid Now Venus teaches 'em a new-found trade The Marriage-Queen now plays the Chamber-maid Juno her self is now officious grown And there attends to teach 'em wars unknown Whilst he seeks after labour for his rest On the soft pillows of her downy breast Her panting heart and breasts derive their sence Partly from fear and from Obedience Still as his hand descends all joys appear As if he did ascend the Hemisphear Before Joy's gates are open thus he cryes Nature e're this has open'd sure your eyes Thou of my hopes the store-house and the treasure My long expected and my newest pleasure My heav'n my dearest life this could not be Without Diana's curst severity You shall no more the pow'r of Love withstand At this she turns and stays his forward hand Trembling to think of what was to ensue Or prove the thing which yet she never knew 'Twixt hope and fear she thus replies O fair And lovely youth list to a Virgins prayer Pity my fears put me to no affright I only crave reprieve but for this night The prayer was shorter than her fear or doubt Had it been long he 'd ne're have heard it out But hoping the Bliss might greater be From expectation and Civility He urges thus My hopes will melt away If I permit one minutes more delay Must I relaps now I am rais'd so high O! let me know you once before I dye With that she seems intranc'd and prostrate lyes Nor hath word to utter more or eyes To see her self unvirgin'd winks lyes still And since she needs must let him act his will There betwixt both they quench their am'rous fires She what she fears he what he most desires A Song PHillis confirm the passion you own Since mine so apparent and just does prove Shun the disguise my heart is known To brook no hidden Love What I court I 'le enjoy or I 'le give it o're I 'le put no hope or fear on the score 'T is the fop-adoring That still is imploring Disdain or Love I 'le say no more Sure 't was a dart but wantonly thrown That makes you conceal what your thoughts inspire Love when 't is true will ne're disown The flame that caus'd the fire But you with your passion such jugling show That in the end you prove your own foe For when we come to trial And find a denial To ease our thoughts we let it go Pleasing Hopes A Song WHat fancies of pleasure does Love all alone Propose to it self when the object is gone But alas how vain is the strength of that joy Which a word or a look has pow'r to destroy For though the first venture prove calm in her eyes In the second access a storm may arise Then with sighs and with grief are those spirits display'd Who to comfort dispair might have given their aid Thus Lovers with doubt a fond kindness pursue Whilst fate for their follies proves false and untrue They 're either possest with the thoughts of dispair Or else lay on Love a continual care Then since we 're indu'd with so gentle a soul That ev'ry small signal our hearts may controul 'T were a sign of Loves pity our cares to restrain By making us freemen without so much pain An Epitaph on a merry Wife of Windsor that died of the Stone in her Bladder UNder this Stone Moll Standford lyes There 's no great fear her Ghost will rise Unless it be on Death to rail That would not let her vent her Ale But had a mind to pick a quarrel And so in spight stopt up her barrel Thinking to rid her of her worldly pelf Struck in and turned Tapster there himself To Mistriss E. m. upon his going to Sea SUre you by Amorous flames were ne're possest Since my alas does so unhappy prove That fierce Ambition drives me from your breast Slighting the charms of safety and of Love New projects now arise and modern cares Breed new desires yet let beatitude Prolong your dayes whilst tumults of affairs I prise beyond the peace of solitude Ambitious hearts a quiet life despise Fortune 's the subject of a Hero's Love Whilst in her hand the worlds great treasure lyes Think not but merit may her bounty move Yet may your Virtues ne're from this surmise I can contemn so great so sweet a Bliss Ungrateful Love is to it self unwise Blessings and Prayers are due for ev'ry kiss I could shake off this vain enticing fate Did but my wishes here at home prove true And all kind thoughts to an effect create Your Rival Fortune I 'd renounce for you But she by often whisp'ring in my ear Has now bereav'd me of a Deity Whilst to your Harbor still my coast I steer I 'm prest before the Scepter of your eye Thus by your cruel Rival I 'm trappan'd To think on Love 't is but a punishment Who can at once two fatal pow'rs withstand To say the Gods 't were but a Complement Then precious moment hast to ease my pain Your presence to my griefs would comfort give Since I must wear no more this harmless chain Farewel to Love but let Dorinda live Beauties Frailty DEceitful Nature all those youthful Joyes Thou dost bestow thou art the first destroys Beauty 's but frail as time runs on it wasts And the more exercis'd the more it hasts Not always can the purple Violet rest Or Lillies bloom in the Adorers breast For when that seat they can no longer grace They 'r laid aside while fresh supply the place The fragrant rose whose beauty we admire The leaves once fall'n shews but a naked brier Fair objects have the shortest course to run The Lilly droops to the out-living Sun All the fine trimming that adorns the earth Has the full height of glory in its birth The shortest reign is from the time 't is blown For when the colour spreads the beauty 's gon ' Heav'n thought it too sufficient to decree On mortal blessings Immortality Wonder we may if beauty then grow old Since that and favour are of equal mold 'T is Adoration gives those fresh supplies Which once remov'd both fame and beauty dies So in the greatest Paragon appears A Lease of Beauty not for life but years Epithalamium LIve one in heart so long till time forget you have been two Upon your bosoms joyes more frequent fit than pearls of dew On earths fair cheek but may No Sun kiss one of these away Plenty your tables chast desires still meet to Crown your beds And may the Bridegroom the first night beget new Maiden-heads I could say more but verse is ty'd Wild joyes in prose are best supply'd Acrosticon on his lamented friend G. I. who after long service at Sea was accidentally shot by his Friend GO friendly fame and tell his honours due Enclose my grief but let his name renew On his cold Tomb methinks each word I see Run into tears and mourn at Destiny Guarded
by fate from dread and bloody fight In falling thus she ow'd her greatest spight O! pensive mortals what untimely fate Heav'n calls our sorrows to participate Nature and mem'ry shall inscribe thy Dust Sweet Sober Civil Valiant and Just O! Chance that hand which so much friendship mov'd Now has the flower cropt which most it lov'd The tyr'd Pilgrim COme honest Sexton take thy spade And let my grave be quickly made Thou still art ready for the dead Like a kind host to make a bed I now am come to be thy guess Let me in some dark lodging rest For I am weary full of pain And of my Pilgrimage complain Which hath been tedious but I find The fates to me at length are kind And did it sure for pity sake Of my poor weakness shorter make To heav'ns decree I fainting lye Being most ready now to dye Make my cold bed good Sexton Deep That my poor bones may safely sleep Until that sad and joyful day When from above a voice shall say Wake all ye dead lift up your eyes The great Creator bids you rise Then do I hope among the Just To shake off this polluted dust And with new robes of Glory drest To have a seat among the blest Hark! hark I hear the Passing-bell Farewel my loving friends Farewel Loves Extasie AS Saints when they a Vision spie Struck with amaze and extasie Do their whole sence and soul unite To give attendance to the sight Till ev'ry look or thought employ'd Is lost i' th' pleasure it enjoy'd So when my Cloris I accost I gaze and wonder till I 'm lost And thence conclude that if there be A Heav'n upon earth 't is she When from her eyes I feel a pain I 'm cur'd by looking on again And when my sadness she 'd beguil She darts me with a killing smile Thus all in charms I 'm cover'd o're But of her pow'r O! name no more Left ev'ry thought that flows from thence Commit a rape upon my sence And make me thus devoted prove A Martyr of imperfect Love Philomels Call A Song HArk how in yonder shady Grove Sweet Philomel is warbling Love And with her voice is courting Kings For since she was a bird she sings There is no pleasure but in men Oh come and ravish me again Ye Virgins that are young and fair May kiss and grow into a pair Then warm and active use your blood Let no could thought congeal the flood Use what Love and Nature 's sent Lest age you envy and repent Impatience A Song AH Cruel eyes that first enflam'd My poor resistless heart That when my thoughts I would have blam'd They still encreast the smart What pow'r above Creats such Love To languish with desire May some disdain Encrease my pain or may the flame expire And yet I die to think how soon My wishes may return If slighted and my hope once gon I must in silence mourn Then Tyranness Do but express The mystrie of your pow'r 'T is as soon s'ed You 'l love and wed As studying for 't an hour I yield to fate though your fair eyes Have made the pow'r your own 'T was they that did my heart surprise Dear Nymph 't was they alone Let not my flame Pronounce your Name So cruel and unkind When I have strove So long in Love To leave my Joyes behind Good Night BId me no more Good Night because 'T is dark must I away Love doth acknowledge no such Laws And Love 't is I obey Who blind doth all your light despise And hath no need of eyes When day is fled Besides the Sun which you Complain is gone 't is true Is gone to bed Then let us do so too Surprising Favour A New-Years Gift WHen fair Miradona first honour'd my sight I was blest with surprise and amaz'd with delight My sence was so weak I was forc't to withdraw My eyes from the beautiful object I saw With what honour it strook When she gave but a look Then blest be those eyes and more blest the tongue That so many blessings has heapt in a throng Where beauty and generous honour conjoyn The one full of pow'r the other Divine It does on the humble new fancies bestow And makes him imagine a heaven below Ah! the pleasant relief That honour can give Where beauty commands what pow'r can detain Were the Gods upon earth they 'd find 't were in vain Then fairest since you are a Deity here My first fruits I offer the first of this year May your beauty old time and his minutes servive And may your kind honour your beauty out-live May each hour and each day Be delightful as May May this my oblation your favours enjoy You Crown me with bless and my suffrings destroy On his Mistriss walking in the Garden TEll gay Spring and let me know What pretty feet they were that so Imprest the earth and made such flowers grow Sure she was a Queen at least Or a goddess 'bove the rest And all their graces in her self exprest O! 'twere a fame To know her name Whether she were the root Or did they take Impression from her foot The Morallist TOo weak are human eyes to pry Into the shades of destiny Fate spreads a curtain to our sight Through which a faint imperfect light Serves only to perplex our way As blinking Meteors make us stray What can the jugling Priest foretel In his ambiguous Oracle Cheating our judgments whilst he shrouds Vain riddles in mysterious clouds Wisely did Providence deny To human Curiosity That only priviledge to look In destinies eternal Book For should we know our periods then We should do more or less than men The murdered Beauty THe young the fair the chast the good The sweet Clorissa in a flood Of her own Crimson lyes A bloody bloody sacrifice To death and mans inhuman cruelties Weep Virgins till your sorrow swells In tears above those Ivory cells That guard those Globes of light Drown drown those beauties of your eyes Beauty should mourn when beauty dies And make a general night To pay her Innocence its Funeral right Death since his Empire first begun So foul a Conquest never won Nor yet so fair a prise And had he had a heart or eyes Her beauty would have charm'd his cruelties Even savage beasts will beauty spare Fierce Lyons fawn upon the fair Nor dare offend the chast But vitious man that sees and knows The mischiefs his wild fury does And not to check it in the least Proves but ungovern'd man the greatest beast The Desperate Lover OH that I ne're had known the pow'r of Love That ign'rant of the sweetness I might rest In supposition what the bliss might prove My knowledge has reveal'd a fate unblest And by acquaintance of so much Delight I 'm tortur'd by the pleasure of my sight In vain was so much sweetness plac'd upon A stubborn heart a Panther and a Dove Cruel and fair were never meant for one Resign thy