Address receives These Strangers and to both new Courage gives She animates the haughty to go on Say A Town long besieg'd must needs be won Time and Respect remove all obstacles And obstinate Love arrives at Miracles Were she the Heir to an illustrious Crown Those Charms that haughty meen that fam'd renown That wond'rous skill you do in Verse profess That great disdain of common Mistresses Can when you please with aid of Billet Deux The Royal Virgin to your Arms subdue One skill'd in all the Arts to please the fair Shou'd be above the Sense of dull despair Go on young noble Warrier then go on Though all the fair are by that Love undone Then turning to the other Sir said she Were the bright Beauty you Adore like me Your silent awful Passion more wou'd move Than all the bold and forward Arts of Love A Heart the softest composition forms And sooner yields by treaty then by storms A Look a Sigh a Tear is understood And makes more warm dis-orders in the Blood Has more ingaging tender Eloquence Then all the industry of Artful Sense So falling drops with their soft force alone Insinuate kind impressions in obdurate stone But that which most my pity did imploy Was a young Hero full of Smiles and Joy A noble Youth to whom indulgent Heaven Had more of Glory then of Virtue given Conducted thither by a Politick throng The Rabble Shouting as he past along Whilst he vain with the beastly Din they make Which were the same if Bears were going to stake Addresses to this faithless Flatterer Who in return calls him young God of War The Cities Champion and his Countries Hope The Peoples Darling and Religious Prop. Scepters and Crowns does to his view expose And all the Fancied pow'r of Empire shows In vain the Vision he wou'd dis-believe In spight of Sense she does his Soul deceive He Credits all nor ask's which way or how The dazling Circle shall surround his Brow Implicitly attends the flattering Song Gives her his easy Faith and is undone For with one turn of State the Frenzy 's heal'd The Blind recover and the Cheats reveal'd Whilst all his Charms of Youth and Beauty lies The kind reproach of pitying Enemies To me she said and smiling as she spoke Lisander you with Love have Reason took Continue so and from Aminta 's Heart Expect what Love and Beauty can impart I knew she flatter'd yet I cou'd not choose But please my Self and credit the Abuse Her charming Words that Night repos'd me more Then all the grateful Dreams I 'd had before Next day I rose and early with the Sun Love guided me to Declaration A pleasant City built with Artful Care To which the Lovers of the Isle repair In our pursuit Respect dissatisfy'd Did the unreasonable Adventure chide Return unheedy Youth cry'd he return Let my advice th' approaching danger warn Renounce thy Purpose and thy haste decline Or thou wilt ruine all Loves great design Amaz'd I stood and unresolv'd t' obey Cou'd not return durst not pursue my way Whilst LOVE who thought himself concern'd as Guide I' th' Criminal Adventure Thus reply'd LOVE's Resentment MUst we eternal Martyrdom pursue Must we still Love and always suffer too Must we continue still to dye And ne'r declare the cruel Cause Whilst the fair Murdress asks not why But triumphs in her rigorous Laws And grows more mighty in disdain More Peevish Humorous Proud and Vain The more we languish by our Pain And when we Vow Implore and Pray Shall the Inhumane cruel fair Only with nice disdain the sufferer pay Consult her Pride alone in the affair And coldly cry In time perhaps I may Consider and redress the Youth's despair And when she wou'd a Period put to 's Fate Alas her cruel Mercy comes too late But wise Respect obligingly reply'd Amintas Cruelty you need not dread Your Passion by your Eyes will soon be known Without this hast to Declaration 'T is I will guide you where you still shall find Aminta in best Humour and most kind Strong were his Arguments his Reasonings prove Too pow'rful for the angry God of Love Who by degrees t' his native softness came Yields to Respect and owns his haste a blame Both vow obedience to his judging Wit And to his graver Conduct both submit Who now invites us to a Reverend place An ancient Town whose Governor he was Impregnable with Bastions fortify'd Guarded with fair built Walls on every side The top of which the Eye cou'd scarce discern So strong as well secur'd the Rich concern Silence with Modesty and Secresy Have all committed to their Custody Silence to every questions ask'd reply With apt Grimasses of the Face and Eyes Her Finger on her Mouth and as you 've seen Her Picture Handsom with fantastick mean Her every Motion her Commands express But seldom any the hid Soul confess The Virgin Modesty is wond'rous fair A bashful Motion and a blushing Air With un-assur'd regard her Eyes do move Untaught by affectation or Self-love Her Robes not gaudy were nor loosely ty'd But even concealing more then need be hid For Secresie one rarely sees her Face Whose lone Apartment is some Dark recess From whence unless some great affairs oblige She finds it difficult to dis-ingage Her voice is low but subtilly quick her Ears And answers still by signs to what she hears Led by Respect we did an entrance get Not saying any thing who ere we met The City of DISCRETION THE Houses there retir'd in Gardens are And all is done with little noise One seldom sees Assemblies there Or publick shows for Grief or Joys One rarely walks but in the Night And most endeavour to avoid the Light There the whole World their bus'ness carry Without or confident or Secretary One still is under great constraint Must always suffer but ne'r make complaint 'T is there the dumb and silent languishes Are predic'd which so well explain the Heart Which without speaking can so much express And secrets to the Soul the nearest way impart Language which prettily perswades belief Who 's silent Eloquence obliges Joy or Grief This City 's called Discretion being the name Of her that is Lieutenant of the same And Sister to Respect a Lady who Seldom obtains a Conquest at first view But in repeated Visits one shall find Sufficient Charms of Beauty and of Mind Her vigorous piercing Eyes can when they please Make themselves lov'd and understood with Ease Not too severe but yet reserv'd and wise And her Address is full of subtilties Which upon all occasions serves her turn T' express her Kindness and to hide her scorn Dissimulations Arts she useful holds And in good manners sets 'em down for rules T was here Aminta liv'd and here I paid My constant visits to the lovely Maid With mighty force upon my Soul I strove To hide the Sent'ments of my raging Love All that I spoke did but indifferent seem Or went no higher than a great
Charming Maid Oh cease to fear I faintly cry'd There is no Satyr near I am of humane Race whom Beauty Aws And born an humble Slave to all her Laws Besides we 're not alone within the Grove Behold Respect and the young God of LOVE How can you fear the Man who with these two In any Shade or hour approaches you Thus by degrees her Courage took its place And usual Blushes drest again her Face Then with a Charming Air her Hand she gave She bade me rise and said she did believe And now my Conversation does permit But oh the entertainment of her Wit Beyond her Beauty did my Soul surprize Her Tongue had Charms more pow'rful than her Eyes Ah Lysidas hadst thou a list'ner been To what she said tho' her thou ne're had'st seen Without that Sense thou hadst a Captive been Guess at my Fate but after having spoke Many indifferent things Her leave she took The Night approach't and now with Thoughts opprest I minded neither where nor when to Rest When my Conducter LOVE whom I pursu'd Led to a Palace call'd Inquietude INQUIETUDE A Neighbouring Villa which derives its name From the rude sullen Mistress of the same A Woman of a strange deform'd Aspect Peevishly pensive fond of her neglect She never in one posture does remain Now leans lyes down then on her Feet again Sometimes with Snails she keeps a lazy pace And sometimes runs like Furies in a Chase She seldom shuts her watchful Eyes to sleep Which pale and languid does her Visage keep Her loose neglected Hair disorder'd grows Which undesign'd her Fingers discompose Still out of Humour and deprav'd in Sense And Contradictive as Impertinence Distrustful as false States-men and as nice In Plots Intrigues Intelligence and Spies To her we did our Duty pay but she Made no returns to our Civility Thence to my Bed where rest in vain I sought For pratling LOVE still entertain'd my thought And to my Mind a thousand Fancies brought Aminta's Charms and Pow'rful Attractions From whence I grew to make these soft Reflections The REFLECTION I. WHat differing Passions from what once I felt My yielding Heart do melt And all my Blood as in a Feaver burns Yet shivering Cold by turns What new variety of hopes and fears What suddain fits of Smiles and Tears Hope Why dost thou sometimes my Soul imploy With Prospects of approaching Joy Why dost thou make me pleas'd and vain And quite forget last minutes pain What Sleep wou'd calm Aminta keeps awake And I all Night soft Vows and Wishes make VVhen to the Gods I would my Prayers address And sue to be forgiven Aminta's name I still express And Love is all that I confess Love and Aminta Ever out Rival Heaven II. Books give me no content at all Unless soft Cowly entertain my Mind Then every pair in Love I find Lysander him Aminta her I call Till the bewitching Fewel raise the fire VVhich was design'd but to divert Then to cool Shades Iragingly retire To ease my hopeless panting Heart Yet thereto every thing begets desire Each flowry Bed and every loanly Grove Inspires new VVishes new impatient Love Thus all the Night in vain I sought repose And early with the Sun next day I rose Still more impatient grew my new desires To see again the Author of my Fires Love leads me forth to little CARES we pass Where Love instructed me Aminta was Far from Inquietude this Village stands And for its Beauty all the rest commands In all the Isle of Love not one appears So ravishingly Gay as Little Cares Little CARES or Little Arts to please I. THither all the Amorous Youth repair To see the Objects of their Vows No Jealousies approach 'em there They Banish Dulness and Despair And only Gayety and Mirth allow The Houses cover'd o're with flow'rs appear Like fragrant Arbours all the year VVhere all the dear the live-long day In Musick Songs and Balls is past away All things are form'd for pleasure and delight VVhich finish not but with the Light But when the Sun returns again They hold with that bright God an equal Reign II. There no Reproaches dwell that Vice Is banisht with the Coy and Nice The Froward there learn Complyance There the Dull VVise his Gravity for sakes The Old dispose themselves to Dance And Melancholy wakens from his Trance And against Nature sprightly Humour takes The formal States-man does his Int'rest quit And learns to talk of Love and VVit There the Philosopher speaks Sense Such as his Mistress Eyes inspire Forgets his learned Eloquence Nor now compares his Flame to his own Chimick fire III. The Miser there opens his Golden heaps And at Love's Altar offers the rich Prize His needless fears of want does now despise And as a lavish Heir he Treats and Reaps The Blessings that attend his grateful Sacrifice Even the Fluttering Coxcomb there Does less ridiculous appear For in the Crowd some one unlucky Face With some particular Grimmas Has the ill fate his Heart to gain Which gives him just the Sense to know his pain Whence he becomes less talkative and vain There 't is the Muses dwell that sacred Nine Who teach the inlarged Soul to prove No Arts or Sciences Divine But those inspir'd by Them and Love Gay Conversation Feast and Masquerades Agreeable Cabals and Serinades Eternal Musick Gladness Smiles and Sport Make all the bus'ness of this Little Court. At my approach new Fires my Bosom warm New vigor I receive from every Charm I found invention with my Love increase And both instruct me with new Arts to please New Gallantrys I sought to entertain And had the Joy to find 'em not in vain All the Extravagance of Youth I show And pay'd to Age the Dotage I shall owe All a beginning Passion can conceive What beauty Merits or fond Love can give With diligence I wait Aminta's look And her decrees from Frowns or Smiles I took To my new fixt resolves no stop I found My Flame was uncontroul'd and knew no bound Unlimited Expences every day On what I thought she lik'd I threw away My Coaches and my Liverys rich and new In all this Court none made a better show Aminta here was unconfin'd and free And all a well-born Maid cou'd render me She gave My early Visits does allow And more ingagingly receives me now Her still increasing Charms Her soft Address A Partial Lover cannot well Express Her Beautys with my flame each hour increase 'T was here my Soul more true content receiv'd Then all the Duller hours of Life I 'd liv'd But with the envying Night I still repair To Inquietude none lodge at little Care The hasty Minutes summon me away While parting pains surmount past hours of Joy And Nights large Reckoning over-pays the day The GOD of Sleep his wonted Aid denys Lends no repose or to my Heart or Eyes Only one hour of Rest the breaking Morning brought In which this happy Dream Assail'd my Thought The DREAM
Willow by the lonely Spring that grows And o're the Stream bends his forsaken Boughs I call Lisander they like him I find Murmur and ruffl'd are with every Wind. On the young springing Beech that 's straight and tall I Carve her name and that Aminta call But where I see an Oak that Climbs abové The rest and grows the Monster of the Grove Whose pow'rful Arms when aiding Winds do blow Dash all the tender twining Shades below And even in Calms maliciously do spread That naught beneath can thrive imbrace or breed Whose mischiefs far exceed his fancy'd good Honour I call him Tyrant of the Wood. Thus rove from Thought to Thought without relief A change 't is true but 't is from Grief to Grief Which when above my silence they prevail With Love I 'm froward on my Fortune rail And to the Winds breathe my neglected Tale. To LOVE I. FOnd Love thy pretty Flatteries cease That feeble Hope you give Unless ' twoud make my happiness In vain dear Boy in vain you strive It cannot keep my tortur'd Heart alive II. Tho' thou shou'dst give me all the Joys Luxurious Monarch's do possess Without Aminta 't is but empty noise Dull and insipid happiness And you in vain invite me to a Feast Where my Aminta cannot be a Guest III. Ye glorious Trifles I renounce ye all Since she no part of all your splendour makes Let the Dull unconcern'd obey your call Let the gay Fop who his Pert Courtship takes For Love whilst he Profanes your Deity Be Charm'd and Pleas'd with all your necessary vanity IV. But give me leave whose Soul 's inspir'd With sacred but despairing Love To dye from all your noise retir'd And Buried lie within this silent Grove For whilst I Live my Soul 's a prey To insignificant desires Whilst thou fond God of Love and Play With all thy Darts with all thy useless Fires VVith all thy wanton flatteries cannot charm Nor yet the frozen-hearted Virgin warm V. Others by absence Cure their fire Me it inrages more with pain Each thought of my Aminta blows it higher And distance strengthens my desire I Faint with wishing since I wish in vain Either be gone fond Love or let me dye Hopeless desire admits no other remedy Here 't was the height of Cruelty I prov'd By absence from the sacred Maid I lov'd And here had dy'd but that Love found a way Some Letters from Aminta to convey Which all the tender marks of pity gave And hope enough to make me wish to Live From Duty now the lovely Maid is freed And calls me from my lonely solitude Whose cruel Memory in a Moments space The thoughts of coming Pleasures quite deface With an impatient Lovers hast I flew To the vast Blessing Love had set in view But oh I found Aminta in a place Where never any Lover happy was RIVALS RIvals 't is call'd a Village where The Inhabitants in Fury still appear Mali cious paleness or a generous red O'r every angry face is spread Their Eyes are either smiling with disdain Or fiercely glow with raging Fire Gloomy and sullen with dissembl'd pain Love in the Heart Revenge in the desire Combates Duels Challenges Is the discourse and all the business there Respect of Blood nor sacred friendship tyes Can reconcile the Civil War Rage Horror Death and wild despair Are still Rencounter'd and still practis'd there 'T was here the lovely cruel Maid I found Incompass'd with a thousand Lovers round At my approach I saw their Blushes rise And they regarded me with angry Eyes Aminta too or else my Fancy 't was Receiv'd me with a shy and cold Address I cou'd not speak but Sigh'd retir'd and Bow'd With pain I heard her Talk and Laugh aloud And deal her Freedoms to the greedy Crowd I Curst her Smiles and envy'd every look And Swore it was too kind what e're she spoke Condemn'd her Air rail'd on her soft Address And vow'd her Eyes did her false Heart confess And vainly wisht their Charming Beauties less A Secret hatred in my Soul I bear Against these objects of my new despair I waited all the day and all in vain Not one lone minute snatcht to ease my pain Her Lovers went and came in such a sort It rather seem'd Loves-Office than his Court Made for eternal Bus'ness not his Sport Love saw my pain and found my rage grew high And led me off to lodge at Jealousie JEALOUSIE I. A Palace that is more un-easy far Then those of cruelty and absence are There constant show'rs of Hail and Rains do flow Continual Murmuring VVinds a-round do blow Eternal Thunder rowling in the Air And thick dark hanging Clouds the day obscure Whose sullen dawn all Objects multiplies And render things that are not to the Eyes Fantoms appear by the dull gloomy light That with such subtil Art delude the sight That one can see no Object true or right I here transported and impatient grow And all things out of order do Hasty and peevish every thing I say Suspicion and distrust's my Passions sway And bend all Nature that un-easy way II. A thousand Serpents gnaw the Heart A thousand Visions fill the Eyes And Deaf to all that can relief impart We hate the Counsel of the Wise And Sense like Tales of Lunaticks despise Faithless as Couzen'd Maids by Men undone And obstinate as new Religion As full of Error and false Notion too As Dangerous and as Politick As Humerous as a Beauty without Wit As Vain and Fancyful in all we do Thus Wreck the Soul as if it did conceal Love Secrets which by torturing ' t wo'd reveal Restless and wild ranging each Field and Grove I meet the Author of my painful Love But still surrounded with a numerous Train Of Lovers whom Love taught to Sigh and Fawn At my approach my Soul all Trembling flies And tells its soft Resentment at my Eyes My Face all pale my steps unsteady fall And faint Confusion spreads it self o're all I listen to each low breath'd Word she says And the returns the happy Answerer pays When catching half the Sense the rest Invent And turn it still to what will most Torment If any thing by Whispers she impart 'T is Mortal 't is a Dagger at my Heart And every Smile each Motion Gesture Sign In favour of some Lover I explain When I am absent in some Rivals Arms I Fancy she distributes all her Charms And if alone I find her sighing cry Some happier Lover she expects than I. So that I did not only Jealous grow Of all I saw but all I fancy'd too The COMPLAINT I. OFT in my Jealous Transports I wou'd cry Ye happy shades ye happy Bow'rs Why speaks she tenderer things to you than me Why does she Smile carress and praise your Flowers Why Sighs she opening Buds her Secrets all Into your fragrant Leaves Why does she to her Aid your sweetness call Yet take less from you than she gives Why on your Beds
's Fetter'd is an Owl I found it very convenient and happy to disingage from Love and I have wondred a thousand times at the Follies that God has made me commit And though I somtimes thought on Silvia I thought her less charming and fair than she was before her fall and the Humour I now was in represented her no more meriting that Passion I once had for her and I fancied she had lost all those Graces for which once I lov'd her In fine I was so wholly recovered of my disease of Love for Silvia that I began to be uneasie for want of imploying my Addresses and a change from so violent a Passion to such a degree of coldness became insupportable to one of my Youth and natural Gayety insomuch that I was seized with a Dulness or Languishment and so great a fit of Melancholy as I had never felt the like and my Heart that was so accustomed to Love was so out of Humour that it had no Object or Business for thought that it lost all its Harmony and Wit it having nothing to excite it to Life and Motion passing from so vast a degree of tenderness to an unconcern equally extream I thought it rude ill-bred and idle to live so indifferent and insignificant a Life And walking perpetually by myself or with those of my own Sex that could not make my diversion I sung all day this following Song to a Hum-drum Tune to myself Not to sigh and to be tender Not to talk and prattle Love Is a Life no good can render And insipidly does move Unconcern do's Life destroy Which without Love can know no Joy Life without adoring Beauty Will be useless all the day Love's a part of Human Duty And 't is Pleasure to obey In vain the Gods did Life bestow Where kinder Love has nought to do What is Life but soft desires And that Soul that is not made To entertain what Love inspires Oh thou dull immortal Shade thou 'dst better part with Flesh and Blood Than be where Life 's not understood These were my notions of Life and I found myself altogether useless in the World without Love methought I had nothing to animate me to Gallant things without Love or Women I had no use of Wit or Youth without the fair and yet I did not wish wholly to ingage myself neither a second time having been so ill-treated before by Love But I found there were ways to entertain one's self agreeably enough without dying or venturing the breaking of a heart for the matter That there were Beauties to be obtained without the hazard of hanging or drowning one's self I never had tryed but I found it natural enough to my Humour and Constitution to flatter and dissemble swear and lye I viewed my self in my Glass and found myself very well recovered from the Ruins my first Amour had made and believed myself as fit for Conquest as any Sir Fopling or Sir Courtly Nice of 'em all To this fine Person and good Meen and Shape as I thought I added handsom Dressing the thing that takes the Heart infinitely above all your other Parts and thus set out a snare for vain Beauty I every day went out of the City of Indifference to see what new Adventures I could meet withal One day I incountred a Woman who at first sight appeared very agreeable she had an Air easie free and Galliard such as fails not to take at first view This was Coquettre who the very first time she saw me Addrest herself to me with very great Complisance and good Humour and invited me to her Apartment where she assured me I should not fail to be entertained very agreeably and at the same time pulling out of her Pocket a Paper she shewed me these Words written Let Love no more your Heart inspire Thô Beauty every hour you see Pass no farther than desire If you 'll truly happy be Every day fresh Objects view And for all have Complisance Search all places still for new And to all make some Advance For where Wit and Youth agree There 's no Life like Gallantry Laura's Heart you may receive And tomorrow Julia's prise Take what young Diana gives Pity Lucia when she dies Portia's Face you must admire And to Clorin's Shape submit Phillis Dancing gives you Fire Celia's Softness Clara's Wit Thus all at once you may persue 'T is too little to Love two The powerful smiling God of Hearts So much tenderness imparts You must upon his Altars lay A thousand Offerings every day And so soft is kind desire Oh! so Charming is the Fire That if nice Adraste scorns Gentler Ariadne burns Still Another keep in play If One refuse to give you Joy Cease therefore to disturb your Hours For having two desires A Heart can manage two Amours And burn with several Fires The day has hours enough in store To visit two or half a score I gave her thanks for her good Counsel and found I needed not much persuasion to follow Coquettre to a City that bears her Name and I saw over the Gate of the City at my Entrance these Verses writ in Gold Letters The God of Love beholding every day Slaves from his Empire to depart away For Hearts that have been once with Love fatigu'd A second time are ne'r again intrigu'd No second Beauty e'r can move The Soul to that degree of Love This City built that we might still obey Thô we refus'd his Arbitrary Sway 'T is here we find a grateful Recompence For all Loves former Violence Tir'd with his Laws we hither come To meet a kinder softer doom 'T is here the God without the Tyrant Reigns And Laws agreeable ordains Here 't is with Reason and with Wit he Rules And whining Passion Ridicules No check or bound to Nature gives But kind desire rewarded thrives Peevish uneasy Pride the God Has banish'd from the blest abode All Jealousies all Quarrels cease And here Love lives in perfect Peace This agreeable description gave me new desire to enter into the City where I incountred a thousand fine Persons all gloriously drest as if they were purposely set out for Conquest There was nothing omitted of Cost and Gallantry that might render 'em intirely Charming and they employ'd all their Arts of Looks and Dress to gain Hearts It is in a word from these fair Creatures you are to draw your Satisfaction and 't is indeed at a dear rate you buy it yet notwithstanding the Expence a world of People persue ' em When I came into the City I was soon perceived to be a Stranger there and while I was considering whither I should go or how to address myself to these fair Creatures a little Coquett Cupid presented himself to me for a kind Instructer and to explain him this in a word is his Character He is of the same Race with the other Cupids has the same Mother too Venus He wears a Bow and Arrows like the rest of the young Loves
Battle by these loud Alarms He broke away even from Clorindas Armes Death in the Royal cause had more than Beauty charms Dam. He left Clorinda's Armes but not her heart There he was still nor thence cou'd ever part That to the bloody field marcht bravely out And there with pious prayers and wishes fought While she at home was never free from fear For the rich venture she had trusted there Yet hop't him safe in her great Fathers care Nor could she justly any danger dread For him who fought along with Diomed Duke of Beaufort Eternal Laurels Crown that happy name The dear the sweet the noble theme of fame To all his proofes of Loyalty before The glorious Hero still is adding more Firme to his Prince and faithful to his trust And daring to be hazardously just Profuse of Life in his great Masters cause And better pleas'd with service than applause Some happy Muse worthy a Theme so great In lofty strains thy fame shall celebrate Whose noble blood which no corruption stains Gives the rich Tincture to Clorinda's veines Men. While Diomede with Armes protects the Throne Nestor with Councel do's support the Crown Duke of Ormond Nestor no less couragious still than wise And able once to act as to advise Nestor the partner of his Master's fate Did all his injuries participate When usurpation banisht him the Throne Nestor indur'd not he shou'd go alone His Kingdom lost and loyal subjects few Himself a King in Nestors heart he knew The Monarchy for which he was design'd Was there preserv'd as thither 't was confin'd Nor were his limits scant for his large soul Has ' its unbounded sphear above the pole One subject of such vast Magnificence Might make at any time a Glorious Prince But time sits heavy on his shoulders now And his declining head begins 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 serinade A Song AH 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 Unworthy votarys pretend Above all merit Heaven and you To the Sincere only are due Long did respect awe my proud aim And fear t' offend the madness cover Like you it still reproves 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 pow'r 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 somedreadful 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 Unlov'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 Dam. 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 fading Laurels lay The utmost tribute that a Muse can pay To thy unlabour'd Song o' th' Coronation day The subject was Divine we all confess Nor was that flame thy mighty fancy less That cloth'd thy thought in such a pleasing dress As did at once a Masculine wit express And all the softness of a Femal tenderness No more shall men their fancy'd Empire hold Since thou Astrea form'd of finer mould By nature temper'd more with humid cold Doth man excel Not in soft strokes alone but even in the bold And as thy purer Blood Thrô more transparent vessels is convey'd Thy spirits more fine and subtil do thy brain invade And nimbler come uncall'd unto thy aide So the gay thought Which thy still flowing fancy does inspire New uncontroul'd and warm as young desire Have more of kindling heat and fiercer fire Not to be reach't or prays'd unless by such As the same happy temperament possess Since none with equal numbers can reward thy Lays May the just Monarch which you praise Daine to acknowledg this Not with a short applause of crackling Bays But a return that may revive thy days And thy well-meaning grateful loyal Muse Cherisht by that blest theam its zeale did chuse Maist thou be blest with such a sweet retreat That with contempt thou maist behold the great Such as the mighty Cowlys well-known seat Whose lofty Elms I wou'd have all thy own And in the mid'st a spacious shady Throne Rais'd on a Mount that shou'd Parnassus be And every Muse included all in thee On whose coole top alone thou shoud'st dispense The Laws of Wit Love Loyalty and Sense The new Arcadia shou'd the Grove be nam'd And for the guift our grateful Monarch fam'd Amidst the shade I 'd wish a well built House Like Sidneys Noble Kalendar shou'd stand Raising its head and all the rest command It s out-side gay its inside clean and neat With all of lifes conveniencies replete Where all the Elements at once conspire To give what mans necessities require Rich soyle pure Aire streams coole and useful fire The fertil spot with pleasure shou'd abound And with Elizium-Spring be ever crown'd When thou thy mind unbend'st from thoughtful hours Then shou'dst thou be refresht with Fruits and Flowrs The Gods and Nymphs of Woods and Springs Shall Dance in Antique Rural Rings While scaly Trytons and grim Satyrs play Such Tunes as Birds compose to welcome day Till the glad noyse to distant shores resound And flying Birds joyn in th' Harmonious sound Which listning Echo's catch at the rebound Here without toyle or pining want perplext Thy Body easy and thy mind at rest With all Life 's valu'd pleasures blest Thy largest wishes still thou shoud'st enjoy Inviron'd with delights that ne're can cloy Accept thou much lov'd Sappho of our Isle This hearty wish and grace it with a smile When thou shalt know that thy Harmonious Lire Did me the meanest of thy sex inspire And that thy own unimitable lays Are cause alone that I attempt thy praise Which in unequal measure I rehearse Because unskill'd in numbers Grace or Verse Great Pindars flights are fit alone for thee The witty Horace's Iambicks be Like Virgils lofty strains alas too hard for me And if enough this do not plead excuse Pity the failings of a Virgin Muse. That never in this kind before essai'd Her Muse till now was like her self a Maid Whose Blooming labours thus she dedicates to you A Tribute justly to your merits due At least her part of gratitude to pay For that best Song o' th' Coronation day How bad wou'd the Ill-natur'd World requite Thy noble labours if they do not write Who have perhaps been happy in this kind To own thou 'st now out-done all that they e're design'd Sure none with malice e're was so accurst This to deny but will with envy burst Since even thy own more envious sex agree The glorious theam had right alone from thee The femal Writers thou hast all excell'd Since the first mother of mankind rebell'd To Mr. Wolseley on his Preface to Valentinian By a Lady of Quality TO you the generous task belongs alone To clear the injur'd and instruct the Town Where but in you is found a mind so brave To stretch the bounds of Love beyond the grave Anger may last but friendships quickly dy For anxious thoughts are longer-liv'd than joy Yet those whom active fancies have misled So far as to assault the mighty dead Now taught by your reproofes a noble shame Will strive by surer ways to raise their fame But from our sex what praise do you deserve We by your help may all our rights preserve While others rob the Deities they serve For never sacriledge cou'd greater be Than to steal Honour from a Deitie Such are the paths to fame in which you tread You bafle envy while you nobly aide The helpless living and more helpless dead Mr. Wolsely's Answer to the forgoing Copy WHile soaring high above Orinda's flights Equal to Sappho fam'd Urania writes And feareless of an Host of byast men In my defence draws her all-conquering pen. While forcing every caviller to submit Her approbation stamps my question'd wit And a new way by