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friend_n	affection_n	love_n	love_v	2,519	5	6.3625	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

Dear If we were not alone But now Love whispers in my ear There 's somewhat to be done She said she never would forgive He kissing swore she should And told her she was mad to strive Against their mutual good What farther past I canot tell But sure not much amiss He vow'd he lov●d her dearly well She answered with a kiss SONG GEet you gone you will undo me If you love me don't pursue me Let that inclination perish Which I dare no longer cherish It does of late so fast prevail It must go now or not at all For should it gather farther strength 'T would give my Honour Laws at length With harmless thoughts I did begin But in the Crowd Love entred in I knew him not he was so gay So innocent and full of play At every hour in every place I neither saw nor form'd your face All that in Playes was finely writ My thoughts for you and me were fit My Dreams at night were all of you Such as till then I never knew I sported thus in young desire Chear'd with light free from his fire But now his Teeth and Claws are grown Let me the Fatal Lion shun You found me harmless leave me so For were I not you 'd leave me too SONG PHillis you have enough enjoy'd The pleasures of Disdain Methinks your pride shou'd now be cloy'd And grow it self again Open to Love your long shut Brest And entertain it's sweetest Guest Love that can heal the wounds he gives And can ill usage slight May laugh at all that Fate contrives Full of it's own delight For in his Chains w' are happier far Then Kings themselves without 'em are Leave then to tame Philosophy The joyes of quietness With me into Loves Empire fly And taste my happiness Where even Tears and Sighs can show Pleasures the cruel never know MADAM for your Commands to stay Is the mean duty of a Wretch Whose service you with wages pay Lovers should at occasion catch Not idly wait till it be brought But with the deed o'retake your thought Honour and Love let them give o're Who do their duty and no more AWake my Eyes at night my thoughts pursue Your Charming Shape find it ever new If I my weary breast to sleep resign In gaudy Dreams your love and beauty shine● Dreams with such Extasies Pleasures fill'd As to those joyes they seem can only yield Nor do they yield perhaps wou'd you allow Dear Flavia that I once might know SONG PHillis let 's shun the common Fate And let our love never turn to hate I 'le dote no longer then I can Without being call'd a faithless Man VVhen we begin to want Discourse And kindness seems to tast f force As freely as we met we 'le part Each one possest of their own heart Thus whil'st grave Fools themselves undo We 'll Game and give off Savers too So equally the match we 'll make Both shall be glad to draw the stake A smile of thine shall make my bliss I will enjoy thee in a kiss I 'le love and hate just where you do And for 't no other reason know When from this height my love does fall Wee 'l bravely scorn to love at all If thy affection first decay I 'le the whole blame on Nature lay Alas what Cordial can remove The hasty Fate of dying Love I 'le grieve as for a friend deceas'd And with the next as well be pleas'd Thus we will all the World excel In loving and in living well DISTICH ALthough no Art the Fire of Love can tame 'T is oft extingiush't by an equal flame THE painted Apples that adorn Of yon'd fair Tree the Airy top And seems our dull approach to scorn From their weak Stalk must one day drop And out of reach of Mortals plac't Be the vile food of Worms at last Thus ends of Humane things the Pride Born down Times ever-flowing Tide Thy Matchless Beauty that we all Now with such heat and passion court Though kept from worthy Lovers shall Confess its Tyranny but short Then do not Love with Anger meet Nor cruel be to seem discreet Shunning what Nature does intend Things seldom meet a Nobler ●nd SONG NOt Celia that I juster am Or better then the rest For I would change each hour like them Were it my interest But I am ty'd to very thee By every thought I have Should you my heart but once set free I would be no more slave All that is Woman is ador'd In thy dear self I find For your whole Sex can but afford The handsome and the kind Why then should I seek farther store And still make love anew VVhen change it self can give no more 'T is easie to be true SONG THirsis no more against my flame advise But let me be in love and be you wife Here end and there begin a new address Pursue the vulgar easie happiness Leave me to Amaranta who alone Can in my sullen heart erect her Throne know as w●ll as you 't is mean to burn For one who to our ●lame makes no return But you like me know not those conquering eyes Which mock prevention by a quick surprize And now like a hurt Deer in vain I start From her that in my breast has hid the Dart. Though I can never reach her Excellence Take somewhat in my hopeless Loves defence Her Beauty is her not esteemed VVealth And Graces move about her eyes by stealth Vertue in others the forc't Child of Art Is but the constant temper of her Heart All charms her Sex so often courts in vain Like Indian Fruit which our cold Earth disdain I● her grow wild as in their Native Air And she has all perfection without care O Loves harms she has a gentle sense 〈◊〉 Beauty else would clogg her innocence Like a wise Prince she rules her servants so That neither want nor Luxury they know None vainly hoping what she may not give Like humble slaves at small expence we live And I the wretched comfort only share To be the last whom she will bid despair SONG I Ask not my Celia would love me again In its own pleasure my love is pay'd I 'le find such excuses for all her disdain That shortly to frown I 'le make her afraid Her neglect of me of her self I 'le think care Her cruelty I her strict Vertue will name When least kind she seems I 'le believ her most near And call her refusal but a Virgins Fame Thus all that was wont heretofore to cure love In me shall increase and stir up the fire I 'le make her at last some kind remedy prove Since all others but increase my desire Whil'st no man enjoyes that which I court in vain And Celia to none is kinder then me To 〈◊〉 Honour I 'le yield and never complain But dy● at her feet if so it decree SONG DRink a bout till the day find us These are pleasures that will last L●t no foolish passion blind us Joys of