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A33849	A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.	Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701. Poems. Selections. 1673.; Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691. Poems. Selections. 1673.; Buckingham, John Sheffield, Duke of, 1648-1720 or 21. Poems. Selections. 1673.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689. Poems. Selections. 1673.	1673 (1673)	Wing C5175; ESTC R13357	41,515	190

must thy Mystriss lose and I my Life I die but dying thine the Fates may prove Their Conquest over me but not my Love Thy Memory my Glory and my pain In spight of Death it self shall still remain Ah! Dear Melintus my hard Fate denies That hope is the last thing which in us di●s From my grievd brest all those soft thoughts are fled And love survives although my hope is dead Yyield my life but keep my Passion yet And can all thoughts but of Melintus quit My flame in●reases as my strength decayes Death that puts out the light the heat does raise Which leavs me not though I from hence remove I lose my Lover but I keep my Love The figh which sent forth that last tender word Up towards the Heavens like a bright meteor soar'd And the kind Nymph bereft of all her Charms Falls cold and breathless in her Lovers Arms VVhich shews since Death deny'd him then relief That 't is in vain men hope to die with grief Goddess that now my Fate has understood Spare but my tears and freely take my blood Here let me end the story of my cares My grief it self enough the rest declares Thou seest by all my misery thus display'● VVhether I ought not to implore thy aid Thus to survive a guilt upon me draws And my sad wishes have too just a caus●●● Come then my only hope in every place Thou visitest men tremble at thy face And fear thy name once let thy fatal hand Destroy a Swain that doth the blow demand Vouchsafe thy Dart I need not one of those With which thou dost unwilling Kings depose Thy weakest my desir'd release will bring And free my Soul already on her wing To CELIA YOu tell me Celia you approve Yet never must return my love An answer that my hope destroys And in the cradle wounds our joys To kill at once what needs must die None would to birds and beasts deny How can you than s● crue● prove As to preserve and ●●rture love That beauty Nature kindly meant For her own pride and our content Why should the Tyrant honour make Our greatest torment let us break His yoke and that base power dis●ain Which only keeps the good in pain In Love and War th' Impostor ●o's The best to greatest harms expose Come then my Ce●●a let 's no more This Devil for a God adore Like foo●ish Indians we have been Whose whole Religion is a sin If we the Laws of Love had kept And not in d●eams of Hon●ur slept He wou'd have surely long ere this Have crown'd us with the highest bliss Our Joy had then been as compleat As now our Folly has been great Let 's lose no time then but repent Love wlecome's best a Penitent ANSWER THirsis I wish as well as you To Honour there were nothing due Then would I pay my debt of love In the same coin that you approve Which now you must in friendship take T is all the payment I can make Friendship so high that I must say T is rather love with some allay And rest contented since that I As well my self as you deny Learn then of me bravely to bear The want of what you hold most dear And that which Honour does in me Let my example work on thee To CELIA PRinces make laws by which their subjects live And the high gods rules for their worship give How should poor Mortals else a service find At all proportion'd to their mighty Mind Had it been left to us each one would bring Of what he lik'd himself an offering And with unwelcom zeal perhaps displease Th' offended Deity he would appease All powers but thine this mercy do allow And how they wou'd be serv'd themselves do shew A rude Barbarian wou'd his captiv'd fo Fully instruct in what he 'd have him do And can it be my Celia that Lov● Less kind then War shou'd to the vanquisht prove Say cruel Fair then would you that my flame Shou'd for a while move under friendships name Or may it boldly like it self appear And its own tale deliver to your ear Or must it in my tortur'd bosome live Like fire in quiet flints and no light give And only then humbly send forth a small Spark when your self does on that subject fall My passion can with any laws comply And for your sake do any thing but die To CLORIS Cloris I justly am betray'd By a design my self had laid Like an old Rook whom in his cheat A run of Fortune does defeat thought at first with a small sum Of love thy heap to overcome Presuming on thy want of art Thy gentle and unpractis'd heart But naked Beauty can prevail Like open force when plots do fail Instead of that thou hast all mine And I have not one stake of thine And like all winners do'st discover A willingness to give me over And though I beg thou wilt not now 'T were better thou should'st do so too For I so far in debt shall run Even thee I shall be forc't to shun My hand alas is no more mine Else it had long ago been thine My heart I give thee and we call No man unjust that parts with all What a Priest says moves not the mind Souls are by love not words combin'd To a Lady who told him he could not Love MAdam though meaner Beauties might Perhaps have need of some such slight Who to excuse their Rigour must Say they our passions do mistrust And that they wou'd more pity shew Were they but sure our loves were tru● You shou'd those petty Arts despise Secure of what is once your prize We to our Slaves no frauds address But as they are our minds express Tell me not then I cannot Love Say rather you it ne're can move Who can no more doubt of your charms Then I resist such pow'rful arms Whose numerous force that I withstood So long was not through any hope I cou'd Escape their pow'r but through despair Which oft makes Courage on t of fear I trembling saw how you us'd those Who tamely yielded without blows Had you but one of all them spar'd I might perhaps have been ensnar'd And not have thus e're I did yield Call'd Love's whole Force into the Field Yet now I 'm Conquer'd I will prove Faithful as they that never strove All flames in matter where too fast They do not seize the longer last Then blame not mine for moving slow Since all things durable are so The Oak that 's for three hundred years Design'd in growing one out-wears Whilst flowers for a season made Quickly spring up and quickly fade To CLORIS CLoris you live ador'd by all And yet on none your favours fall A stranger Mistress ne're was known You pay us all in Paying none We him of avarice accuse Who what he has does fear to use But what disease of mind shall I Call this thy hated penury Thou wilt not give out of a store Which no profuseness can make

Love make too much hast Maids are long ere we can win 'um And our Passions wast the while In a B●er Glass we 'l begin 'um Let some Fool take th' other toy Yet we will have store of good Wenches Whom their own high bloods shall court After two or three good Drenches To out-do them at the Sport Joyning thus both Mirth and Beauty To make up our full delight In Wine and Love we pay our Duty To each friendly coming night SONG WAlking among thick shades alone I heard a dying voice Which sighing ●aid now she is gone I 'le make no second choice I look't and saw it was a Swain VVho to the flying wind Did of some Neighbouring Nymph complain Too fair and too unkind He told me how he saw her first And with what gracious eyes And gentle speech that flame she nurst VVhich since she did despise 〈◊〉 Vows she did as fast receive 〈◊〉 could breath 'em to her 〈◊〉 in her Eyes proclaim'd her leave That he alone should woo her They feed their flocks still near one place And at one instant me● He gazing on her lovely face Fell deeper in the Net She seem'd of her new Captive glad Proud of his Bondage he No Lover e're a prospect had Of more felicity But the false Maid or never lov'd Or gave so quickly o're E're his was to the heighth improv'd Her kindness was no more Even her dissemblings she let fall And made him plainly see That though his heart she did enthrail Her own was ever free Now least his care should pity move She shuns his very sight And leave him to that hopeless love She did create in spight Her name I could not make him tell Though vowing him my aid He said he never would reveal In Life nor Death the Maid Then a wild look the Shepherd cast And falling underneath A Beach where he had seen her last Resign'd his ●●most breath SONG AS I sat thoughtful in a shade There I spied a loving pair VVho closely by each other lay'd Past their time in softer care While she look't sadly on the ground On her Eyes the Youth 's were fix't In which me thought he gladly found Jealousie with kindness mixt But his soon dull and heavier grew When she rais'd her drooping Head And told him since he was untrue With his Faith her Love was fled Though Jealousie be full of pain Constant Love can suffer more The death of yours sayes the griev'd Swain Shews it was but weak before The Nymph replyed since you can prove False to one so kind as I Alass how hard is it to love And how easie 't is to dy He answered and did gently seise Her fair hand he did adore Since you can dy with so much ease You can love me still with more Disguise not then your tender heart Fear I should anothers be Betrayes in spight of all your Art That you were born for only me Like gentle Dew on wither'd leaves Love is lost on almost all But the fresh Flower with joy receives That which there would vainly fall To fairest Nymphs Love adds a grace And no kind one can be foul Love gives a Beauty to the ●ace And a softness to the Soul Since therefore fain'd inconstancy With the world deceives you too Henceforth my flame shall rather be Seen by all then not by you As by some waters purling noise Oft repose we soonest find So these fond Turtles murmuring joyes Rock't asleep my restless mind Which I from this blest couple brought Freed from all my duller care But in i●● pl●ce ala●s I thought Him too happie Her too fair SONG The Grave my envy now beget That did my pity move Who by the right of wanting Wit Are free from cares of love Turks honour Fools because they are By that defect secure From slavery and toils of War Which all the rest endure So I that suffer cold neglect And wounds from Celia's Eyes Begin extreamly to respect These Fools that seem so wis● T is true they set their silly hearts On things of no delight To pass all day for men of parts They pass alone the night But Celia never breaks their rest Such servants she disdains And so the Fops are dully blest While I endure her chains SONG The Ballers Life THEY have too many hours that employ 'em About Business Ambition or News While we that know how to enjoy 'em Wish in vain for the time which such Blockheads misuse They that toyl in impertinent care May strive to be often at leasure They cannot be worse then they are But we whose business is pleasure Have never a moment to spare With dangerous Damsels we dally Till we come to a closer dispute And when we no more Forces can rally Our kind foes give us leave to retire and recruit Then drooping to Bacchus we fly Who Nobly regarding our merits VVith succours always is nigh And thus reviving our spirits We love and we drink till we die SONG WHEN cold despair Would quench my passion and end all my care Then gentle words and gentle sighs recall My vanishing hopes which fain would stay But stranger fears soon drives my hopes away And back again to grief I fall Her favour thus like Cordials given in vain To dying men does but prolong my pain Ah Gloriana why Like all your other Lovers may not I Have leave alas soon to despair and dy Be rather cruel then but kind in part Hide those soft looks or shew as soft a heart To Celia Celia the faithful servant you disown Wou'd in obedience keep his love unknown But bright Idea's such as you inspire We can no more conceal than not admire My heart at home in my own brest did dwell Like humble Hermit in a peaceful Cell Unknown and undisturb'd it rested there Stranger alike to hope and to dispair But Loves Tumultuous Train do●s now invade The sacred quiet of this hollowed shade His fatal flame shine out to every eye Like blazing Comets in a VVinter Sky Fair and severe like Heav'●● you injoyn Commands that seem● 〈…〉 your own design Forbidding what your 〈…〉 us to Since if from Heavenly power you will allow That all ●ur faculty 〈…〉 ●lain What ●●re we will is that the Gods ordain But they and y●u ●ights without Limit have Over y●ur Creatures and more yours your sl●ve And I am one born only to admire To humbl● ' ere to hope scar●e to desire A thing whose ●liss depends upon your will Who cou●d be proud you 'd deign to use him ill How can my passion in ●it your offence That challenges so little recomp●nce Let me but ever love and ever be The Example of your power and cruelty Since so much s●orn does in your brest reside Be more indulgent to its Mother Pride Ki●● all y●u strike and trample on their Craves But own the Fates of your neglected slaves When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lyes You give away the Triumph of your Eyes Permi● me

A Collection OF POEMS Written upon several OCCASIONS By several PERSONS With many Additions Never before in Print LONDON Printed for Tho. Collins and Iohn Ford in Fleetstreet and Will. Cademan at the Popes 〈◊〉 New-Exchange Stra●d 1673. THE TABLE THe Temple of Death Page ● To Ce●ia You tell me Celia you approve 14 Answer 〈◊〉 I wish as well as you 18 To Celia Princes make Laws by which 19 To Cloris Cloris I justly am be●ray●d 21 To a Lady who told him he could not Love 22 To Cloris Cloris you live ador'd by all 24 A farewel to Love 27 Song Though Phillis your prevailing Charms 28 Epilogue to every Man in his humour 29 To a very ●o●ng Lady 32 The Forsaken Mistress 33 The Divided Heart 36 To M. J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian 37 〈◊〉 Urania 40 To S●lvi T●e Nymph that undoe● me 41 To Celia As in those Nations where 42 The Submission 43 C●nstancy 44 T●e ●●d●fference 46 A Pastor●l Dialogue 49 To a Lady who fled the sight of him 52 To a Lady who askt him how long he would Love her 53 Song Tell me no more you love in vain 54 To the Marchioness of New Castle on her Poems 56 Epilogue to Tartuff 5● The Imperfect Enjoyment 61 Prologue at the opening of the D●ke's New Play-House 65 Falling in Love with a Stranger at a Play 67 Indifference excused 69 T●e Platonick 71 To a D●vout Young Woman 73 Song When Aur●lia first became 74 To Cloris Cloris I cannot say your Eyes 76 Song A●relia art thou mad 77 Song Love still has something of the Sea 79 A Dial●gue between Amintas and Celia 82 Song Get you gone you will undo me 85 Song Phillis you have enough enjoy'd 88 Song Madam for your Commands to stay 89 Awake my Eyes at night my thoughts pursue 90 Song Phillis le ts shan the Common Fate ib. Distich 92 The painted Apples that adorn ib. Song Not Celia that I juster am 94 Thirsis no more against my flame advise 95 Song I ask not my Celia would love me again 97 Song Drink about till the day finde us 98 Song Walking among thick shades alone 99 Song As I sat thoughtfull in a shade 102 ●ong The Grave my Envy now begets 106 The Ballers Life A S●ng 108 Song When Cold De●p●i● 109 To Celia Celia the faithful servant you disown 116 To Celia All things submit themselves to your Commands 113 As he la● in the Plain his Arm 116 Song How charming are those pleasant 118 Song Give o're foolish heart and make haste 120 Song With so much ingrateful Swains 121 Song Dear Am●nda in vain you so coily 127 A Panegyrick sent by a Gentleman to his Mystress with his Picture 124 A Letter sent from a Gentleman to his Friend 12● A Memento Mori 134 Song Of ●ll the brisk Dancers 135 The Pot Rapsodes 136 Song It is not Chloris 137 Song Ah Chloris 140 Song To Chloris 141 Octavio to Portia 142 Song When as my Thirsis 144 Song Though Damon 148 Song If thou boast 149 Song To Lucinda 150 To 〈◊〉 Mystress 152 So●g Fa●th now my Dear 154 To 〈◊〉 155 The distract●d Lover to the Ayre of Awake all ye 〈◊〉 156 To La●rinda 1●8 Prologue to the Impertinent Acted at the Mid●le Temple 159 Prologue at Oxford 161 Prologue to the Ord●●ary 163 Epilogue to the Ordinary 166 A Prologue spoken at Court to the Emp●ress of Morocco 168 A Part spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard 170 Another Prologue spoken at Court to the Emperess of Morocco 1●2 Song Forgive me Jove 175 Song A● cruel eyes 176 Song Nay Let me alone 177 Song In the Dutch Lover 1●8 Song O● the time that is past ●●8 Song On the London Ladies 183 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH IN those cold Climates where the Sun appears Unwillingly and hides his face in tears A dreadful Vale lies in a Desart-Isle On which indulgent Heaven did never smile There a vast Grove of aged Cypress Trees Which none without an awful horrour sees Into its wither'd arms dep●iv'd of leaves Whole flocks of ill-presaging Birds receives Poysons are all the plants the soyl will bear And Winter is the only season there Millions of graves cover the spacious field And springs of blood a thousand Rivers yield Whose streams opprest with carcases and bones Instead of gentle murmurs pour forth groans Within this Vale a famous Temple stands Old as the Universe which it commands Round is its figure and four Iron Gates Divide the World by order of the Fates There come in crouds doomd to one common grave The young the old the Monarch and the Slave Old age and pains which Mankind most deplores Are faithful Keepers of those sacred doors All clad in mournful blacks which also load The sacred walls of this obscure abode And Tapers of a pitchy substance made With clouds off noak increase the dismal shade A Monster void of Reason and of Sight The Goddess is that sways this Realm of Night Her Power extends o're all things that have breath A cruel Tyrant and her name is Death The fairest object of our wondring eyes Was newly offer'd up her sacrifice Th' adjoyning places where the Altar stood Yet blushing with the fair Almeria's blood When sad Melintus whose unhappy flame Is known by all that ere converst with fame His mind possest with fury and despair Within the sacred Temple made this prayer Great Deity who in thy hands dost bear That rusty Scepter which poor Mortals fear Who wanting eyes thy self respectest none And neither spar'st the Lawrel nor the Crown Oh! thou whom all Mankind in vain withstands Each of whose blood must one day stain thy hands Oh thou that every eye which sees the light Closest again in an eternal night Open thy ears and hearken to my grief To which thy Power alone can give relief I come not hither to prolong my fate But wish my wretched life a shorter date And that the Earth would in its bowels hide A soul which Heaven invades on every side That from the sight of day I might remove And might have nothing left me but my love Thou only Comforter of Mindes opprest The Port where wearied spirits are at rest Conductet to Illysium take my life My brest I offer to thy sacred knife So just a grace deny not nor despise A willing though a worthless sacrifice Others their frail and mortal state forgot Before thy Altars are not to be brought Without constraint the noise of dying rage Heaps of the slain of every sex and age The blade all reaking in the gore it shed With several heads and arms confus'dly spread The rapid flames of a perpetual fire The groans of wretches ready to expire This Tragick Scene makes them in terrour live Till that is forc'd which they should freely give Yielding unwillingly what Heaven wil● have Their fears eclipse the glory of their Grave Before thy face they make undecent moan And feel an hundred deaths in

p●a●'d to rule alone Love only from thy heart exacts The several d●bts thy face contracts And by that new and juster way ●●cures thy Empire and his sway Fav'ring but one he might compel The hopeless Lover to rebel But shou'd he other hearts thus share That in the whole so worthless are Shou'd into several squadrons draw That strength which kept entire cou'd awe Men would his scatter'd powers deride And conqu'ring Him those spoils divide TO Mr J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian WHile others toil our Country to supply With what we need only for Luxury Spices and Silk in the rich East provide To glut our Avarice and feed our pride You forreign learning prosperously transmit To raise our Virtue and provoke our Wit You ●orreign learning prosperously transmit To raise our Vertue and provoke our Wit Such brave designs your gen'rous soul inflame To be a bold Adventurer for Fame How much oblig'd are Italy and France While with your voice their Musick you advance Your growing Fame with Envy can oppose Who sing with no less art then they compose In these attempts so few have had success Their Beauties suffer in our English dress By artless hands spoil'd of their native air They seldom pass from moderately fair As if you meant these injuries to atone You give them charms more conqu'ring then their own Not like the dull laborious Flatterer With secret art those graces you confer The skilful Painters with slight stroaks impart That subtil beauty which affects the heart There are who publickly profess they hate Translations and yet all they write translate So proud they scorn to drive a lawfull trade Yet by their wants are shameless P●rates made These you incense while you their thefts reveal Or else prevent in what they meant to steal From all besides you are secure of praise But you so high our expectation raise A gen●ral discontent we shall declare If such a workman only shou'd repair You to the dead your Piety have shewn Adorn'd their monuments now build your own Drawn in the East we in your lines may trace That Genius which of old inspir'd the place The banish'd Muses back to Greece you bring Where their best airs you so divinely sing The world must own they are by you restor'd To sacred shades where they were first ador'd Virtues Vrania HOpeless I languish out my days Struck with Urania's conqu'ring eyes The wretch at whom she darts these rayes Must feel the wound untill he dies Though endless be her cruelty Calling her beauties to my mind I bow beneath her tyranny And dare not murmur she 's unkind Reason this tamness does upbraid Proff●●ing to arm in my defence But when I call her to my aid She 's more a Traitor then my sense No sooner I the warr declare But strait her succour she denies And joyning forces with the fair Confirms the conquest of her ey●s Silvia THe Nymph that undoes me is fair unkind No less then a wonder by Nature design'd She 's the grief of my heart the joy of my eye And the cause of a flame that never can die Her mouth from whence wit still obligingly flows Has the beautiful blush and the smell of the rose Love and destiny both attend on her will She wounds with a look with a frown she can kill The desperate Lover can hope no redress Where beautie and rigour are both in excess In Silvia they meet so unhappy am I Who sees her most love who loves her must die To Celia AS in those Nations where they yet adore Marble and Cedar and their aid implore 'T is not the Workman nor the precious Wood But 't is the Worshipper that makes the God So cruel Fair though Heaven has giv'n thee all We Mortals Virtue or can Beauty call T is we that give the Thunder to your frowns Darts to your Eyes and to our selves the wounds Without our Love which proudly you deride Vain were your Beauty and more vain your Pride All envy'd beings that the world can shew Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow Subjects make Kings and we the numerous Train Of humble Lovers constitute thy Reign This difference only Beauties Realm may boast Where most it favours it enslaves the most And they to whom it is indulgent found Are ever in the rudest fetters bound What Tyrant yet but thee was ever known Cruel to those that serv'd to make him one Valour 's a Vice if not with Honour joyn'd And Beauty a Disease when 't is not kind The Submission AH Pardon Madam if I ever thought Your smallest favors could too dear be bought And the just greatness of your Servants flame I did the poorness of their spirits name Calling their due attendance Slavery Your power of Life and Death flat Tyranny Since now I yield and do confess there is No way too hard that leads to such a bliss So when Hippomanes beheld the Race Where loss was Death and Conquest but a Face He stood amazed at the fatal strife Wondring that Love shou'd dearer be then Lise But when he saw the Prize no longer staid But through those very dangers sought the Maid And won her too O may his Conquest prove A happy Omen to my purer Love Which if the honour of all Victory In the resistance of the Vanquisht lie Though it may be the least regarded Prize Is not the smallest Trophy of your eyes Constancy FEar not my Dear a slame can never die That is once kindled by so bright an eye Look on thy self and measure thence my love Think what a passion such a form must move For though thy Beauty first allur'd my sight Yet now I look on it but as the light That led me to the treasury of thy mind Whose inward virtue in that feature shin'd That knot be confiden● will ever last Which Fancy ty'd and Reason has made fast So fast that time although it may disarm Thy lovely face my faith can never harm And age deluded when it comes will find My love remov'd and to thy soul assign'd The passion I have now shall ne're grow less No though thy own fair self should it oppress I could e'en hazard my Eternity Love but again and twill a Heaven be The Indifference THanks fair Urania to your scorn I now am free as I was born Of all the pain that I endur'd By your late coldness I am c●r'd ●n losing me proud Nymph you lose The humblest Slave your Beauty knows In losing you I but throw down A cruel Tyran●t from her Throne ● must confess I ne're could fin● Your equal or in shape or mind Y 'ave beauty wit and all things know But where you shou'd your love bestow ● unawares my freedom gave And to those Tyrants grew a Slave But would y 'ave kept what you have won You should have more compassion shewn Love is a burthen which two hearts When equally they bear their parts With pleasure carry but no

for that bright face is A sympathy not lazie love The steel the Loadstone thus embraces And of it self will ne're remove Then many am'rous Vows he uses To vouch his constancy and truth Hard is that heart that once refuses To love and trust the lovely Youth He playes then with my dangling Tresses And humbly ga●e on my face Kisses my hand my breast he presses Ala's with too bewitching Grace My blood grew ●hill my heart too panting Like the gen●●● Murm●ring D●ve● The skillful Youth no ●●●●ing wanting That fatal minute soon improves He gently then lays me down by him And many winning O●ths he swore Asking what I ●ou'd not deny him He had subdu'd me so before Ah then he rob'd me of that treasure Which ne're can be rei●●r'd again But Oh the pain yet Oh the pleasure And Oh that both might still remain But soon alas from me h● parted And now in vain I make my moan Since m● he sa●●ly has d●s●rt●d I 'le sigh and pine and dy● alone SONG THough Damon is haughty ●and seems to despise The f●tte●s he lately has w●rne Yet ●e k●●ws in ●is soul that his Phillis's eyes Were she willing coul● conquer his scorn Then let not presumption so blind thee fond Damon To think that this ●umour shall e're bring my flame on If he had been humble obliging and free Perhaps I had pity'd his pain B●t sin●● pride and Inconstancy in him I see He shall know H' has but lengthen'd his chayn For now I perceive what the Fop does endeavour My Arts shall detain him my Captive for ever SONG If thou boast an Empire Cupid Why do'st thou permit thy State Cowardlike as blind as stupid To be rul'd by a greater Fate Fate in thy affairs seems rectour Lovers spite of thee may fall Lasse poor child th' ar● no Proctor Fate is Governour of a●l Neither have thine Arrows power Since it was my Celia's eyes Blasted me thou canst not bow her Save with me she sympathize Nor e're was that yet procured By thine but b' a nat'ral Art Nature 't was that first inured Joyning bodies well as hearts SONG to LUCINDA LUcinda since we have confess'd To each other each others love Why should our flames be still suppress'd And not to Action move Both kindled at the first kind Enterview And both with equal care and vigour grew Mine scorch'd and scorch'd nor durst your passion say You lov'd till forc'd they did themselves betray Now let us study to improve Our Passions with that fire That may not quickly waste our love But still preserve desir● And silently enjoy at such a rate That distance may our Fancies recreate Dealing our Loves with that equalitie As born together so their Deaths may be Lucinda shall but whisper'd be Us'd as the Names of Saints And call'd on as a Deity To satisfie Complaints No other wishes dare attempt my breast Now 't is with bright Lucinda so possess'd She fills my thoughts with glory then I 'le cry Lucinda loves Lucinda so do I. To his Mistriss A Flame as sacred as the vowes of those Who to devotion do their lifes dispose My love has nourish'd and to you It is an off'ring due And with you let it burne Though I may hope but small return Yet may my doubtfull thoughts have rest To know 't is harbour'd in your breast Where is but kindly cherish'd I 'le not fear But it may kindle the like passion there A flame it is as chast as your own thought Free from the vices Nature would have taught Refin'd by virtues that attend A Lover and a friend With freedom then you may receive What with such Innocence I give And if some heat from you't procures Ther 's still no fear of hurting yours For in that Love no poyson is conv●y'd Where friendship is the chief ingredient m●●● My love thus lodg'd I could contented live But when I think how true how much I give Your gen'rous mind bids me expect From you the like effect Then fear not boldly to bestow Your love where you in reason owe. For that and Justice too will say It is a debt you ought to pay But if your inclination disapprove My resolution shall be still to love SONG FAith now my dear I must prevaile I know you 'l not deny me For if I wait another gale This fortune then may fly me Come let 's enjoy I am resolv'd There is no danger near us Safe as in Rocks w' are here involv'd Where none can ' spy nor hear us The pleasant murmures of the Trees Our gentle whispers smother And since no Sun nor Moon can see Wee 'l wink at one another Silent and vigorous wee 'l be As Birds in our imbraces I neither will nor shalt thou see The Language of our faces Our souls alone shall have discourse Till ev'ry sence is stupid And w' are inspir'd by a fresh force To propagate a Cupid To FLORIDA FLorida why wilt thou marry Now the World is grown so wide Liberty wou'd have you tarry Till Convenience make you Bride Husband is a word sounds dully Fit for gravity and Age Dear my life my joy my bully Are the words that more ingag● I 'de not have thee out of fashion Whilst thy youth and beauty holds But to most have equal passion And to some stark kind and cold Humour in the greatest lovers Is allow'd t' admit of change Since the wise do shoot at revers 'T is no crime for us to range The distracted LOVER to the Ayre of Awake all ye dead I M'e now in love but Oh but Oh How severe are th' effects th●t from thence do fl●w Diseases are trifles to their cruelty Those create but a pain these misery Distracted souls so made by Love Are blest they cannot disapprove The harsh practices that fate on them do's throw Whom lov's little God by his power brings to woe Then cruel she or come or come And allot me thy breast or a tomb a tomb 'T is nobler far to kill to kill A condemn'd stave then to keep him still With his breast full of horrour expecting then Ev'ry moment a death yet knows not when Conquest delay'd in none is brave When they may give a suddain gr●ve To those that are cloath'd in black despair Delayes like some poisons corrosive are Then once more send thine eye theine eye That will sure●y destroy and I dye I dye To LAURINDA LAurinda thou canst shew alone More Beauty then was ever shown I 've rov'd and find no smiles T' express thine eyes by but thine eyes Angels we see not but by thee We may conclude such creatures be Where then we do so much perf●ction find We know that body must have such a mind Thou needst no Arts nor Artifice For Ornaments but this is this And mayst thy self thy self prefer In Church or Court or Theatre VVhere needfull Females shew their tricks As nature too had Hereticks And this with care so plainly have devis'd As if 't were glorious