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A63107
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Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
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1685
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Wing T210; ESTC R22319
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Groves and awful Shade They but to thy Torment add Love does there with ease invade No Musick hear no dying Looks Behold read no romantick Books Books and Musick turn the Head Fools only sing and Mad-men read They with false Notions fill the Brain Are only fit to entertain Women and Fops that are more vain Love and Folly still are found In those to make the deepest Wound Who think their Passions to allay By giving of them leave to sway A while but they like Winter Torrents grow And all our Limits overflow Never trust thy self alone Frequent good Company and Wine In gen'rous Wines thy Passion drown That will make thee all divine Better 't is to drink to Death Than sigh and whine away our Breath In Friends and Bottles we may find More Joys than in all Womankind A far enjoyment Women pall Intolerable Plagues they 'r all Vain foolish fond proud whimsical Dissembling hypocritical Wines by keeping them improve And real Friends more firmly love If one Vintage proves severe We 're doubly recompenc'd next year If our dearest Friends we lose Others may succeed to those Women only of all things Have nothing to asswage their Stings Curs'd is the man that does pursue The short-liv'd Pleasures of their Charms There is no Hell but in their Arms For ever damned damning Sex adieu Written on her MASK By the same WEll may'st thou envious Mask be proud That dost such killing Beauties shroud Not Phoebus when behind a Cloud Of half those Glories robs our Eye As behind thee concealed lye I would have kept thee but I find My fair Elisa so unkind Thou wilt better Service do To keep her Charms from humane view For she is so strangely bright So surprizing so divine That I know her very sight Soon will make all Hearts like mine To Mr. S. G. By the same FAir Vertue should I follow thee I should be naked and alone For thou art not in Company And scarce are to be found in one Thy Rules are too severe and cold To be embrac'd by vig'rous Youth And Fraud and Avarice arm the old Against thy Justice and thy Truth He who by light of Reason led Instructs himself in thy rough School Shall all his life-time beg his Bread And when he dies be thought a Fool. Though in himself he 's satisfied With a calm Mind and cheerful Heart The World will call his Virtue Pride His holy Life Design and Art The Reign of Vice is absolute While good men vainly strive to rise They may declaim they may dispute But shall continue poor and wise Honours and Wealth were made by Fate To wait on fawning Impudence To give insipid Coxcombs Weight And to supply the want of Sense Mighty Pompey whose great Soulx Aim'd at the Liberty of Rome In vain did Caesar's Arms controul And at Pharselia was o'recome His Vertue constant in distress In Ptolomy no pity bred Who barely guided by Success Secur'd his Peace with his Friends head Brutus whom the Gods ordain'd To do what Pompey would have done The gen'rous motion entertain'd And stab'd the Tyrant on his Throne This god-like Brutus whose Delight Was Vertue which he had ador'd Haunted by Spectres over night Fell the next day on his own Sword If when his hope of Vict'ry lost This Noble Roman could exclaim Oh Vertue whom I courted most I find she 's but an empty Name In a degen'rate Age like this We wish more reason may conclude That Fortune will attend on Vice And Misery on those who dare be good A Gentleman going to his Country Farm which he had not seen for some time before at the Request of a Fair Lady writes these Verses Amyntas TEll me Damon lovely Swain Prince of all our youthful Train Why such a mighty Stranger grown To all our Pleasures and your own What Passion draws your Thoughts away From all that 's lively brisk and gay Why now no more upon the Plain Where you so well so long did reign Where all our Youths and Nymphs appear So kind so innocent and fair Damon My Phillis is not there Amyntas There 's Daphne Cloe Lidia Is she more fair more sweet than they Damon Yes she than Daphne lovelier seems Softer than Cloe's gentle'st Dreams And with more artless Modesty Than Lydia all these Charms does try Such Charms could only Venus show To Paris one Mount Ida's Brow When she with all her Graces strove To prove her self the Queen of Love And did with Beauties more divine Two Rival Goddesses out-shine Such Venus such does Phillis prove Phyllis the Queen of Me and Love Amyntas Unhappy Damon then I find You have your Liberty resign'd And only can the Honour have To be a tame and gentle Slave And a good-natur'd Prisoner To one as cruel as she 's fair Damon Amyntas no I 'm now set free From the uneasiest Flavery For while my Heart at large did range It only did its Keeper change To ev'ry she an easie prey From whence it quickly fled away Or got its freedom on Parole To yield it self with less controul But now 't is safe with Phillis laid A Prisoner in a Palace made Strange Fate of Lovers who can be Freed only by Captivity Phillis who does like Caesar fight Sees and subdues us with her sight And like that mighty Conquerour Is pleased her Captives to prefer Nor is her Cruelty so great To wound and kill without Regret Fair as the Virgin-spring and gay Cheerful as the dawning day Yet kind as fruitful Summer she Or Autumn's Liberality Only the modest damn'd Pretence Of Maiden-head and Innocence Amyntas Then happy Damon now I find Since you so constant she so kind Let Cupid doubly gild that Dart With which he wounds her tender heart Damon See my Amyntas 't is for her That of these Flocks I take such care For her alone 't is that I bind About this Elm this amorous Vine May thus my Phillis round me twine For her I dig and plough and sow Things she and I methinks should do For her I graft this Plumb and Pear As these so may my Phillis bear These Peaches I innoculate And wish but one thing more of Fate Thus all my Thoughts does but improve The World's great Manufacture Love Whether in Love Men or Women have the Advantage they in making or these in receiving their Court Consider'd in a Dialogue betwixt Corinna and Lais. Written by Mr. C. M. Lais. NAy surely Men in Love have much the start Theirs is the pleasanter and braver part We Passive Creatures must a Siege maintain Which won the Victors as o're Vassals reign Where e're their Appetite does lead they rove Stop where they like when Nature prompts make Love With boundless Will and Fancy unconfin'd Sail through the Air and wanton in the Wind Until they spy some beauteous tempting Dame Then with full Sails pursue the noble Game Bristle each Feather all their Wings display And gripe in eager Arms the panting Prey When they are cloy'd