our ravisht eares And her wit varying a thousand ways With that strong Philtre baits her powrful praise Her flowing lines such skilful measures bound The sense is not more charming than the sound So does her verse in words well-plac'd and chose Her rich Invention's beauteous store disclose As calm Favonius with his gentle wing Opens the Flowers and spreads the sweets of spring When stopt by Trees chance into arbour weaves His murmuring voyce some Lovers care deceives And breathing Roses whistles thrô the leaves When thus like Her 's which no rich Rogue can share Praise comes both from the knowing and sincere Just is the pride as the delight is rare Like Hope it flatters like Ambition warms And like a Lovers happy moment charms When first to ease the long unpitied swain His cruel fair confesses equal pain When first he sees within her kindling Eyes A guilty care and Bashful sweetness rise Oft when perplext with timorous doubts unrest I read her praise in which my Muse is drest With all the grace and all the power of Poetry exprest Raptures so strong my happier thoughts employ As pain perception and oppress with Joy. The rich Ragoust wit 's too profuse expence A flavor gives that conquers human sense A tast too high for weak man to digest Ambrosia 't is on which Immortals feast The Fruit of life's fair Tree to Martyrs given When â—in'd from flesh and purg'd of Earths dull Leaven Their frames can bear the Luxury of Heaven Cease England thy late loss so high to rate Here learn thy mighty sorrow to abate By her instructive gentle song half reconcil'd to sate Your tender moan you tuneful Nine give o're Lament your darling Bion's death no more In her lov'd Lays his better part survives He dyes not all while soft Vrania lives Her Heaven has warm'd with the same pleasing fires In her like noble blood like noble thoughts inspires His perishing goods to others let him leave To Her his deathless Pen he did bequeave And if my humble Muse whose luckless strain Was us'd alone of Beauty to complain And sing in melancholy notes love's unregarded pain Rais'd by that theme above her usual height Cou'd clear his fame or do his virtue right How well do's she the trifling debt acquit She whose resembling Genius shews her fit To be his sole Executrix in wit. On the Honourable Sir Francis Fane on his Play call'd the Sacrifice by Mrs. A. B. LOng have our Priests condemn'd a wicked Age And every little criticks sensless rage Damn'd a forsaken self-declining stage Great 't is confest and many are our crimes And no less profligate the vitious times But yet no wonder both prevail so ill The Poets fury and the Preachers skill While to the World it is so plainly known They blame our faults with greatones of their own Let their dull Pens flow with unlearned spight And weakly censure what the skilful write You learned Sir a nobler passion shew Our best of rules and best example too Precepts and grave instructions dully move The brave Performer better do's improve Ver'st in the truest Satyr you excel And shew how ill we write by writing well This noble Piece which well deserves your name I read with pleasure thô I read with shame The tender Laurels which my brows had drest Flag like young Flowers with too much heat opprest The generous fire I felt in every line Shew'd me the cold the feeble force of mine Henceforth I 'le you for imitation chuse Your nobler flights will wing my Callow Muse So the young Eagle is inform'd to fly By seeing the Monarch Bird ascend the sky And thô with less success her strength she 'l try Spreads her soft plumes and his vast tracks persues Thô far above the towring Prince she views High as she can she 'll bear your deathless fame And make my song Immortal by your name But where the work is so Divinely wrought The rules so just and so sublime each thought When with so strict an Art your scenes are plac'd With wit so new and so uncommon grac'd In vain alas I shou'd attempt to tell Where or in what your Muse do's most excel Each character performs its noble part And stamps its Image on the Readers heart In Tamerlan you a true Hero drest A generous conflict wars within his breast This there the mightyest passions you have shew'd By turns confest the Mortal and the God. When e're his steps approach the haughty fair He bows indeed but like a Conqueror Compell'd to Love yet scorns his servial chain In spight of all you make the Monarch reign But who without resistless tears can see The bright the innocent Irene die Axalla's life a noble ransom paid In vain to save the much-lov'd charming maid Nought surely cou'd but your own flame inspire Your happy Muse to reach so soft a fire Yet with what Art you turn the pow'rful stream When trecherous Ragallzan is the theam You mix our different passions with such skill We feel 'em all and all with pleasure feel We love the mischief thô the harms we grieve And for his wit the villain we forgive In your Despina all those passions meet Which womans frailties perfectly complent Pride and Revenge Ambition Love and Rage At once her wilful haughty Soul engage And while her rigid Honour we esteem The dire effects as justly must condemn She shews a virtue so severly nice As has betray'd it to a pitch of vice All which confess a God-like pow'r in you Who cou'd form woman to herself so true Live mighty Sir to reconcile the Age To the first glories of the useful Stage 'T is you her rifl'd Empire may restore And give her power she ne're cou'd boast before Cato's Answer to Labienus when he advis'd him to consult the Oracle of Jupiter Ammon Being a Paraphrastical Translation of part of the 9th Book of Lucan beginning at Quid quaeri Labiene Iubes c. WHat shou'd I ask my friend which best wou'd be to live inslav'd or thus in Armes die free If any force can Honour's price abate Or virtue bow beneath the blows of fate If fortunes threats a steady Soul disdains Or if the Joys of Life be worth the pains If it our happiness at all import Whether the foolish scene be long or short If when we do but aim at noble ends The attempt alone Immortal fame attends If for bad accidents which thickest press On merit we shou'd like a good cause less Or be the fonder of it for success All this is clear wove in our minds it sticks Nor Ammon nor his Priest's can deeper fix Without the Clergy's venal cant and pains Gods never-frustrate Will holds ours in chains Nor can we Act but what th' All-wise ordains Who needs no voyce nor perishing words to aw Our wild desires and give his creatures Law What e're to know or needful was or fit In the wise frame of human souls 't is writ Both what we ought
bow Yet still so gracefully he treads the stage He makes th' admiring World in love with age Long may he cause their wonder and delight Long be his day and far remote his night The night when he to us shall disappear Call'd hence to gild some other Hemisphear Excellent Prince in whom the World do's see A Species of untainted Loyalty May Heav'n indulge our wishes long in thee But if the fates deny this bliss to give The Phaenix will in Celladon revive To him our Homage we must then transfer As much thy virtues as thy fortunes Heir Dam. See Swain the Sun exalts his shining head Brisk as a Bridegroom from Aurora's Bed While like a blushing Bride the dawning morn Do's in her Gay attire herself adorn 'T is time the lovely pair like them shou'd rise And we their presence want to bless our Eyes The expecting World ' its patience has outstay'd Le ts hast and wake 'em with a ferinade A Song by Robert Wolseley Esq A Blame me not if no despair A passion you inspire can end Nor think it strange too charming fair If Love like other flames ascend If to approach a Saint with Prayer Vnworthy votarys pretend Above all merit Heaven and you To the Sincere are only due Long did respect awe my proud aim And fear t' offend my madness cover Like you it still reprov'd my flame And in the friend wou'd hide the Lover But by things that want a name I the too bold truth discover My words in vain are in my powr My looks betray me every hour A PASTORAL On the Death of His late Majesty written by Mr. Otway WHat horrors this that dwells upon the Plain And thus disturbs the Shepherds peaceful Reign A dismal sound breaks thro' the yeilding air Forewarning us some dreadful storm is neer The bleating flocks in wild confusion stray The early Larks forsake their wandring way And cease to welcome in the new-born day Each Nymph possest with a distracted fear Disorder'd hangs her loose dishevell'd hair Diseases with her strong convulsions reign And deities not known before to pain Are now with Apoplectick seizures slain Hence flow our sorrows hence increase our fears Each humble plant do's drop her silver tears Ye tender Lambs stray not so fast away To weep and mourn let us together stay O're all the universe let it be spread That now the Shepherd of the flock is dead The Royal Pan that shepherd of the sheep He who to leave his flock did dying weep Is gone ah gone ne're to return from deaths Eternal sleep Begin Damela let thy numbers fly Aloft where the safe milkey way does ly Mop'sus who Daphnis to the Stars did sing Shall joyn with you and hither waft our King. Play gently on your Reeds a mournful strain And tell in notes thro' all th' Arcadian Plain The Royal Pan the Shepherd of the sheep He who to leave his Flock did dying weep Is gone is gone ne're to return from death's eternal sleep SONG NO more will I my Passion hide Tho' too presuming it appear When long despair a heart has try'd What other torment can it fear Vnlov'd of her I would not live Nor dy till she the sentence give Why shou'd the fair offended be If vertue charm in Beauty's dress If where so much divine I see My open vows the Saint confess Awak'd by wonders in her Eyes My former Idols I despise Strephons complaint banisht from Sacarisa HOW long shall I thus live condemn'd to mourn In vain my Sacarisa's cruel scorn For ever let these Eyes be shut to light Since the bright Nymph has robb'd me of her sight All other objects dull and useless grow No more their wonted form of colour shew In glooming shades may I for ever live Sad as my sorrows silent as my grave Since Sacarisa's Eyes withdraw their light Darkness to me is Day the Morning Night No more the Sun the Worlds majestick Eye Shall dart his golden Beams thrô th' Azure Sky Let sullen darkness on the Earth display His sable wings t' eclips the hated day As when in Chaos uncreated night Sat Brooding on the seeds of Infant-light And no kind Beams did on the surface play Till the Sun rose and made a perfect day So till my Nymph brings back her sparkling light Darkness to me is Day the Morning Night An Elegie written by Mr. W. O. Damon and Thirsis Dam. WElcome dear Thirsis far above The sweetest Emphasis of Love. More welcome than the fairest Dame That ever crost this awful Plain With all her tender Virgin Train Thirs I thank thee Shepherd for thy Love But how canst thou so soon remove The Passion which inrag'd thy brest And kept thy better part from rest Dam. Believe me Thirsis for t is true They that Love long are very few I pip'd I sung I liv'd in pain In hope the Shepherdess to gain Now vain my sute in vain I cry I sigh in vain unhappy me Condemn'd to such a Destinie Only to see the once lov'd Deitie Thirs Tell me Damon prithee do Who 's this Nymph that grieves thee so By great Pan's all sacred name The wildest heart for thee I 'le tame Dam. Oh my friend she 's gone too far Thou can'st not reach the charming fair She 's fled into the wisht for place Where Love is acted o're in every grace Thirs What 's her name I can't contain My blood runs swift in every veine I 'le ravage all the Woods and Groves Th' intreguing Court for billing Lov 's No pains nor toyle for thee I 'le spare Come let me know the cruel fair Dams Phillis the Glory of our Isle Who charm'd my Soul with every smile Ah shee the lovely torturing maid H 'as now my heart my all betray'd And my adoring Love with scorn repaid Unhappy swain dejected and forlorn Ah me how sadly am I left alone To envy those Transporting charms She yeilds up to my happy Rivals Armes Thirs I le go Dam. Stay Shepherd t is in vain to try To disappoint the Nuptial tye No no she s gone to make my Rival blest And left her Image only in my brest Hence forth in Lovers tales let it be said That thy poor friend thy Damon dy'd a maid While no one part of me remains with her But constant wishes and this humble Pray'r Fairest of Nymphs May all your Glorys like the youthful Sun Beame forth and in their purest lustre Burn. May all your days be as a day of bliss And all your sorrows close still with a kiss Happy the God that succor'd your desire And set the Hymenean Lamp on fire May he in whole blest Armes you slumbringly Be sensible of the vast envyed joy While I who lost you lay me down and dy A PINDARICK To Mrs. Behn on her Poem on the Coronation Written by a Lady HAil thou sole Empress of the Land of wit To whom all conquer'd Authors must submit And at thy feet their sading Laurels lay The utmost tribute
you have heard my Account of the Voyage I made to the same place with my more lucky one back again for I since I saw you have been an Adventurer you will by my Example become of my Opinion notwithstanding your dismal Tales of Death and the eternal Shades which is that if there be nothing that will lay me in my Tomb till Love brings me thither I shall live to Eternity I must confess 't is a great Inducement to Love and a happy Advance to an Amour to be handsom finely shap'd and to have a great deal of Wit these are Charms that subdue the Hearts of all the Fair And one sees but very few Ladies that can resist these good Qualities especially in an Age so gallant as ours yet all this is nothing if Fortune do not smile And I have seen a Man handsom well shap'd and of a great deal of Wit with the advantage of a thousand happy Adventures yet finds himself in the end fitter for an Hospital than the Elevation of Fortune And the Women are not contented we should give them as much Love as they give us which is but reasonable but they would compel us all to Present and Treat 'em lavishly till a Man hath consumed both Estate and Body in their Service How many do we see that are wretched Examples of this Truth and who have nothing of all they enjoyed remaining with 'em but a poor Idaea of past Pleasures when rather the Injury the Jilt has done 'em ought to be eternally present with ' em Heaven keep me from being a Woman's Property There are Cullies enough besides you or I Lysander One would think now That I who can talk thus Learnedly and Gravely had never been any of the number of those wretched whining sighing dying Fops I speak of never been jilted and cozen'd of both my Heart and Reason but let me tell those that think so they are mistaken and that all this Wisdom and Discretion I now seem replenish'd with I have as dearly bought as any keeping Fool of 'em all I was ly'd and flattered into Wit jilted and cozen'd into Prudence and by ten thousand broken Vows and perjured Oaths reduced to Sense again and can laugh at all my past Follies now After I have told you this you may guess at a great part of my Story which in short is this I would needs make a Voyage as you did to this fortunate Isle and accompanyed with abundance of young Heirs Cadets Coxcombs Wits Blockheads and Politicians with a whole Cargo of Cullies all nameless and numberless we Landed on the Inchanted Ground the first I saw and lik'd was charming Silvia you believe I thought her fair as Angels young as the Spring and sweet as all the Flowers the blooming Fields produce that when she blush'd the Ruddy Morning open'd the Rose-buds blew and all the Pinks and Dazies spread that when she sigh'd or breath'd Arabia's Spices driven by gentle Winds perfum'd all around that when she look'd on me all Heaven was open'd in her Azure Eyes from whence Love shot a thousand pointed Darts and wounded me all over that when she spoke the Musick of the Spheres all that was ravishing in Harmony blest the Adoring Listener that when she walk'd Venus in the Mirtle Grove when she advanc'd to meet her lov'd Adonis assuming all the Grace young Loves cou'd give had not so much of Majesty as Silvia In fine she did deserve and I compared her to all the Fopperies the Suns the Stars the Coral and the Pearl the Roses and Lillies Angels Spheres and Goddesses fond Lovers dress their Idols in For she was all fancy and fine imagination could adorn her with at least the gazing Puppy thought so 'T was such I saw and lov'd but knowing I did Adore I made my humble Court and she by all my trembling sighings pantings the going and returning of my Blood found all my Weakness and her own Power and using all the Arts of her Sex both to ingage and secure me play'd all the Woman over She wou'd be scornful and kind by turns as she saw convenient This to check my Presumption and too easy hope That to preserve me from the brink of despair Thus was I tost in the Blanket of Love somtimes up and somtimes down as her Wit and Humor was in or out of tune all which I watch'd and waited like a Dog that still the oftner kick'd wou'd fawn the more Oh 't is an excellent Art this managing of a Coxcomb the Serpent first taught it our Grandam Eve and Adam was the first Cully E're since they have kept their Empire over Men and we have e're since been Slaves But I the most submissive of the whole Creation was long in gaining Grace she used me as she meant to keep me Fool enough for her Purpose She saw me young enough to do her Service handsom enough to do her Credit and Fortune enough to please her Vanity and Interest She therefore suffer'd me to Love and Bow among the Crowd and fill her Train She gave me hope enough to secure me 100 but gave me nothing else till she saw me languish to that degree she feared to lose the Glory of my Services by my death only this Pleasure kept me alive to see her treat all my Rivals with the greatest Rigour imaginable and to me all sweetness exposing their feblesses and having taken Notice of my Languishment she suffered me Freedoms that wholely Ravish'd me and gave me hopes I shou'd not be long a dying for all she cou'd give But since I have a great deal to say of my Adventures in passing out of this Island of Love I will be as brief as I can in what arrived to me on the Place and tell you That after Ten thousand Vows of eternal Love on both sides I had the Joy not only to be believ'd and lov'd but to have her put herself into my Possession far from all my Rivals Where for some time I lived with this charming Maid in all the Raptures of Pleasure Youth Beauty and Love could create Eternally we loved and lived together no day nor night separated us no Frowns interrupted our Smiles no Clouds our Sun-shine the Island was all perpetual Spring still flowery and green in Bowers in Shades by purling Springs and Fountains we past our hours unwearied and uninterrupted I cannot express to you the happy Life I led during this blessed Tranquility of Love while Silvia still was pleased and still was gay We walked all day together in the Groves and entertained ourselves with a thousand Stories of Love we laught at the foolish World who could not make their Felicity with out Crowds and Noise We pittied Kings in Courts in this Retirement so well we liked our Solitude till on a day blest be that joyful day though then 't was most a-curst I say upon that day I know not by what accident I was parted from my Charmer and left her all alone but in
not yet thy fleeting Heart have stay'd And by degrees thy fickle Humor shewn By turns the Enemy and Friend put on Have us'd my Heart a little to thy scorn The loss at least might have been easier born With feigned Vows that poor Expence of Breath Alas thou might'st have sooth'd me to my death Thy Coldness and thy visible decays In time had put a period to my days And lay'd me quietly into my Tomb Before thy proof of Perjuries had come You might have waited yet a little space And sav'd mine and thy Honour this disgrace Alas I languish'd and declin'd apace I lov'd my Life too eagerly away To have disturb'd thee with too long a stay Ah! cou'd you not my dying Heart have fed With some small Cordial Food till I was dead Then uncontroul'd and unreproach'd your Charms Might have been render'd to my Rival's Arms. Then all my right to him you might impart And Triumph'd o're a true and broken Heart Though I complained thus for a good while â— was not without some secret hope that what I had heard was not true nor would I be persuaded to undeceive myself of that hope which was so dear and precious to me I was not willing to be convinced I was intirely miserable out of too great a fear to find it true and there were some Moments in which I believed Fame might falsly accuse Silvia and it did not seem reasonable to me that after all the Vows and Oaths she had made she should so easily betray 'em and forgetting my Services receive those of another less capable of rendring them to her advantage Somtimes I would excuse her ungratitude with a thousand things that seem'd reasonable but still that was but to make me more sensible of my disgrace and then I would accuse myself of a thousand weaknesses below the Character of a Man I would even despise and loath my own easiness and resolve to be no longer a Mark-out-fool for all the Rhiming Wits of the Island to aim their Dogrel at And grown as I imagined brave at this thought I resolved first to be fully convinced of the persidy of my Mistress and then to rent my Heart from the attachment that held it You know that from the Desart of Remembrance one does with great facility look over all the Island of Love. I was resolved to go thither one day and where indeed I could survey all things that past in the Groves the Bowers by Rivers or Fountains or whatever other place remote or obscure 't was from thence that one day I saw the faithless Silvia in the Palace of True Pleasure in the very Bower of Bliss with one of my Rivals but most intimate Friend 'T was there I saw my Rival take Pleasures he knew how to make There he took and there was given All the Joys that Rival Heaven Kneeling at her Feet he lay And in transports dy'd away Where the faithless suffer'd too All the amorous Youth cou'd do The Ardour of his fierce desire Set his Face and Eyes on fire All their Language was the Blisses Of Ten thousand eager Kisses While his ravish'd Neck she twin'd And to his Kisses Kisses join'd Till both inflam'd she yeilded so She suffer'd all the Youth cou'd do In fine 't was there I saw that I must lose the day And I saw in this Lover Ten thousand Charms of Youth and Beauty on which the ingrate with greedy languishing Eyes eternally gazed with the same Joy she used to behold me when she made me most happy I confess this Object was so far from pleasing me as I believed a confirmation would that the change inspired me with a rage which nothing else could do and made me say things unbecoming the Dignity of my Sex who ought to disdain those faithless Slaves which Heaven first made to obey the Lords of the Creation A thousand times I was about to have rush'd upon 'em and have ended the Lives of the loose betrayers of my repose but Love stepp'd in and stay'd my hand preventing me from an Outrage that would have cost me that rest of Honour I yet had left But when my rage was abated I fell to a more insupportable Torment that of extream Grief to find another possest of what I had been so long and with so much Toil in gaining 'T was thus I retir'd and after a little while brought myself to make calm Reflections upon this Adventure which reduced me to some reason When one day as I was walking in an unfrequented Shade whither my Melancholy had conducted me I incountred a Man of a hauty look and meen his Apparel rich and glorious his Eyes awful and his Stature tall the very sight of him inspired me with coldness which render'd me almost insensible of the infidelity of Silvia This Person was Pride who looking on me as he past with a fierce and disdainful Smile over his Shoulder and regarding me with scorn said Why shou'd that faithless wanton give Thy Heart so mortal pain Whose Sighs were only to deceive Her Oaths all false and vain Despise those Tears thou shedd'st for her Disdain to sigh her Name To Love thy Liberty prefer To faithless Silvia Fame I knew by his words he was Pride or Disdain and would have embraced him but he put me off seeing Love still by me who had not yet abandoned me and turned himself from me with a regardless scorn but I who was resolved not to forsake so discreet a Counsellor rather chose to take my leave of little Love who had ever accompanyed me in this Voyage But oh this adieu was not taken so easily and soon as I imagined Love was not to be quitted without abundance of Sighs and Tears at parting he had been a Witness to all my Adventures my Confident in this Amour and not to be deserted without a great deal of pain I stayed so long in bidding the dear Boy adieu that I had almost forgot Disdain at last though my Heart were breaking to part with the dear fondling I was resolved and said Farewel my little charming Boy Farewel my fond delight My dear Instructer all the day My soft repose at night Thou whom my Soul has so carest And my poor Heart has held so fast Thou never left me in my pain Nor in my happier hours Thou eas'd me when I did complain And dry'd my falling showrs When Silvia frown'd still thou woud'st smile And all my Cares and Griefs beguile But Silvia's gone and I have torn Her Witchcrafts from my Heart And nobly fortify'd by scorn Her Empire will subvert Thy Laws establish'd there destroy And bid adieu to the dear charming Boy In quitting Love I was a great while before I could find Disdain but I at last overtook him He accompanyed me to a Village where I received a Joy I had not known since my Arrival to the Isle of Love and which Repose seemed the sweeter because it was new When I came to this place I saw all the
her guilty scorn Too long her falsness my fond love has born My freedom and my Wit at length I claim Be gon base Passion dy unworthy flame My life 's sole torment and my honours stain Quit this tir'd heart and end my lingring pain I have resolv'd to be myself once more Long banisht reason to her rights restore And throw off Loves Tyrannick sway that still incroching powr My growing shame I see at last thô late And my past follies both despise and hate Hold out my heart nor let her Beauti 's move Be constant in thy Anger as thy Love. Thy present pains shall give thee future ease As bitter Potions cure thô they displease 'T is for this end for freedom more assur'd I have so long such shameful pains endur'd Like a scorn'd slave before her door I lay And proud repulses suffer'd every day Without complayning banisht from her sight On the cold ground I spent the tedious night While some glad Rival in her Arms did lye Glutted with Love and surfeited with Joy. Thence have I seen the tir'd Adulterer come Dragging a weak exhausted Carkass home And yet this curse a blessing I esteem Compar'd to that of being seen by him By him descry'd attending in the street May my Foes onely such disgraces meet What toyl and time has this false Woman cost How much of unreturning Youth has for her sake bin lost How long did I where fancy led or fate Unthank'd unminded on her Rambles waite Her steps her looks were still by mine persu'd And watch'd by me she charm'd the gazing crowd My diligent Love and over-fond desire Has bin the means to kindle Others fire What need I mention every little wrong Or curse the softness of her soothing Tongue The private love-signs that in publick pass Between her and some common staring Ass The Coqutes Arts her faithless heart allows Or tax her with a thousand broken vowes I hear she 's sick and with wild haste I run Officious haste and visit Importune Entring my Rival on her bed I see The Politique sickness onely was to me With this and more oft has my Love been try'd Some other Coxcomb let her now provide To bear her jilting and maintayn her pride My batter'd Bark has reach'd the Port at last Nor fears again the billows it has past Cease your soft Oaths and that still ready showre Those once dear words have lost their wonted Power In vain you flatter I am now no more That easy fool you found me heretofore Anger and Love a doubtful fight maintain Each strive by turns my staggering heart to gain But what can long against Loves Power contend My Love I fear will Conquer in the end I 'll do what e're I can to hate you still And if I Love know 't is against my will. So the Bull hates the Plowmans Yoke to wear Yet what he hates his stubborn neck must bear Her Manners oft my indignation raise But streight her Beauty the short storm always Her Life I loath her Person I adore Much I condemn her but I Love her more Both with her and without her I 'm in pain And rage to lose what I shou'd blush to gain Uncertain yet at what my wishes aim Loth to abandon Love or part with Fame That Angel-Form ill suits a Soul all sin Ah! be less fair without or more within When those soft smiles my yeilding powers invade In vain I call her Vices to my Ayd Thô now disdaining the disguise of Art In my esteem her conduct claims no part Her Face a natural right has to my heart No crimes so black are to deform her Eyes Those Clouds must scatter when these Suns shall rise Enough fair Conquerour the day 's your own See at your feet Lov 's Uanquish'd Rebel thrown By those dear Joys Joys dear thô they are past When in the kindest links of Love we held each other fast By the injur'd Gods your false Oaths did profane By all those Beauties that inspire disdain By that Lov'd face from the whole sex elect To which I all my Vows and Pray'rs direct And equal with a Power divine respect By every feature of a form so fine And by those Eyes that charm and dazle mine Spare from new triumph cherish without Art This ever faithful this too tender heart A heart that was respectful while it strove But yeilding is all blind impetuous Love. Live as you please torment me as you will Still are you fair and I must Love you still Think only if with just and clement Reign A willing subject you wou'd chuse to gain Or drag a Conquer'd Vassal in a chain But to what ever conduct you incline Do suffer be what my worst fears divine You are you ought you must you shall be Mine Reason for ever the vain strife give o're Thy cruel wisdom I can bear no more Let me indulge this one soft Passions rule Curb vexing Sence and be a happy fool With ful-spread Sayls the tempting gale obey That down Loves-current drives me fast away On the Death of Melantha WEep all you Virgins meet o're this sad Hearse And you great Goddess of Immortal Verse Come here a while and Mourn Weave not with Rosy Crowns your hair Let tears be all the Gems you wear And shed them plentifully on this Urne For 't is Melantha 't is that lovely fair That lys beneath this weeping Mâ—ble here But wou'd you know why she has took her flight Into the Bosom of eternal night Before her Beauties scarce had shew'd their light Hark and lament her fate As the young God of Love one day Sate on a Rock at play And wantonly let fly his darts Among the Nymphs and Shepherds hearts Melantha by unhappy chance came by Love jesting cry'd I 'le make her prove The Godhead she contemn'd of Love. In scorn she bad him strike and did his shaft defy While the boy slightly threw a dart To wound but not destroy her Heart But greedy Death fond of this Beauteous prey Caught the swift Arrow as it flew And added to 't his own strength too Whch made so deep a wound that as she lay In silent sighs she breath'd her Soul away Then all the little Gods begun to weep Oh let your sighs with theirs due measure keep For fair Melantha she is dead Her Beauteous Soul to Deaths dark Empire 's fled Flora the Bounteous Goddess of the Plains Who in fresh Groves and sweetest Meadows raigns Hearing the fair Melantha dead Brought all her Odorous wealth to spread Over the grave where she was laid Then straight the Infant Spring began to fade And all the Fields where she did keep And fold he bleating Flocks of Sheep Their influence lost with her fair Eyes decayed For fair Melantha by whose cruel pride So many sad despairing Swains had dy'd Felt Love at last but death she rather chose Than own she Lov'd or the hid flame disclose Speak Muses for you hold immortal state With Gods and know