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A collection of poems by several hands; most of them written by persons of eminent quality.
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Wing C5174; ESTC R38820
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Tear And if in vain I court thy Love Let mine at least thy pity move Ah while I scorn vouchsafe to woo Methinks you may dissemble too Streph. Ah Phillis that you wou'd contrive A way to keep my Love alive But all your other Charms must fail When Kindness ceases to prevail Alas No less than you I grieve My dying flame has no reprieve For I can never hope to find Shou'd all the Nymphs I Court be kind One Beauty able to renew Those Pleasures I enjoy in you When Love and Youth did both conspire To fill our Breasts and Veins with fire 'T is true some other Nymph may gain That Heart which merits your Disdain But second Love has still allay The Joys grow aged and decay Then blame me not for losing more Than Love and Beauty can restore And let this truth thy comfort prove I wou'd but can no longer Love THE DIVIDED HEART By the same Author AH Celia that I were but sure Thy Love like mine cou'd still endure That Time and Absence which destroy The Cares of Lovers and their Joy Cou'd never rob me of that part Which you have giv'n me of your Heart Others unenvy'd might possess Whole Hearts and boast that Happiness 'T was Nobler Fortune to divide The Roman Empire in her Pride Than on some low and barb'rous Throne Obscurely plac'd to rule alone Love only from thy Heart exacts The several Debts thy Face contracts And by that new and juster way Secures 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 By the same Author 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 Foreign Learning prosperously transmit To raise our Virtue 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 than 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 Ayr They seldom pass from moderately fair As if you meant these Injuries to atone You give them Charms more Conqu'ring than 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 Lawful Trade Yet by their Wants are shameless Pirates 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 should 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 Virtue 's Urania By the same Author HOpeless I languish out my Days Struck with Vrania's Conqu'ring Eyes The Wretch at whom she darts these rays Must feel the Wound until 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 tameness does upbraid Proff'ring to arm in my defence But when I call her to my aid She 's more a Traytor than my sense No sooner I the War declare But strait her succour she denies And joyning Forces with the Fair Confirms the Conquest of her Eyes SYLVIA By the same Author THe Nymph that undoes me is Fair and Unkind No less than 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 Beauty and Rigour are both in excess In Sylvia they meet so unhappy am I Who sees her must Love and who Loves her must die TO CELIA By Sir Charles Sedley 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 tho 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 owe. 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 By the same Author AH Pardon Madam if I ever thought Your smallest Favours could too dear be bought And the just greatness of your Servant's 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 than Life 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 By the same Author FEar not My Dear a Flame can never die That is once kindled by so bright an Eye Look on thy self and measure thence my Love
mock our Eyes And in a Scoff Salute SONG By the same Author LOVE still has something of the Sea From whence his Mother rose No time his Slaves from doubt can free Nor give their Thoughts repose They are becalm'd in clearest Days And in rough weather tost They wither under cold delays Or are in Tempests lost One while they seem to touch the Port Then straight into the Main Some angry Wind in cruel sport Their Vessel drives again At first Disdain and Pride they fear Which if they chance to scape Rivals and falshood soon appear In a more dreadful Shape By such degrees to Joy they come And are so long withstood So slowly they receive the Sum It hardly does them good 'T is Cruel to prolong a Pain And to defer a Bliss Believe me gentle Hermione No less Inhumane is And Hundred Thousand Oaths your Fears Perhaps would not remove And if I gaz'd a Thousand Years I could no deeper Love 'T is fitter much for you to guess Than for me to explain But grant O grant that Happiness Which only does remain A DIALOGUE BETWEEN AMINTAS and CELIA By the same Author Celia AMintas I am come alone According as I said But whither is thy Honour flown I fear I am betray'd The Looks are chang'd and in the place Of Innocent Desires Methinks I see thy Eyes and Face Burn with unusual Fires Amintas Sees not my Celia Nature wear One Countenance in the Spring And yet another Shape prepare To bring the Harvest in Look on the Eagle how unlike He to the Egg is found When he prepares his Pownce to strike His Prey against the ground Fears might my Infant Love become 'T were want of kindness now Should Modesty my Hope benum Or check what you allow Celia Amintas hold What could you worse To worst of Women do Ah! How could you a Passion nurse So much my Honour's Foe Amintas Make not an Idol of a Toy Which every breath can shake Which all must have or none enjoy What course so e'er we take Whil'st Women hate or Men are vain You cannot be secure What makes my Celia then a pain So fruitless to endure Celia Could I the World neglect for Thee Thy Love though dear it cost In some unkind Conceit of me Would be untimely lost Thou would'st thy own Example fear And every heedless word I chance let fall beyond thy Care Would some new doubt afford Amintas If I am Jealous 't is because I know not where you Love With me fulfil Love's gentle Laws And all my Fears remove Celia Women like things at second hand Do half their Value lose But whilst all Courtship they withstand May at their Pleasure choose Amintas This were a fine Discourse my 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 cannot tell But sure not much amiss He vow'd he Lov'd her dearly well She answered with a Kiss THE LAMENTATIONS OF JEREMIAH By Mrs. Wharton CHAP. I. The ARGUMENT Verse 1. The Miserable Estate of Jerusalem by reason of her Sin 12. She Complaineth of her Grief 18. And confesseth God's Judgments to be Righteous 1. HOW doth the Mournful Widow'd City bow She that was once so great Alas how low Once fill'd with Joy with Desolation now 2. Tears on her Cheeks and Sables on her Head She mourns her Lover's lost and Comfort 's Dead Alas alas lost City where are those So proud once to be Friends now turn'd her Foes 3. Judah is gone alas to Bondage gone Amongst the Heathen Judah mourns alone Griev'd and in Servitude she finds no rest Follow'd by none but those by whom opprest 4. The Feasts of Zion no one now attends Unhappy Zion destitute of Friends Her Priests still Sigh and all her Virgins Mourn Because her Gladness now finds no return 5. Her Enemies are great and ever nigh Still Fortunate because her Crimes were high Her Captiv'd Children still her guilt upbraid Who Mourn whilst their Insulting Foes Invade 6. Her Beauty which excell'd is now no more That brightness which all Nations did Adore Here Princes are like hunted Harts become Breathless and Faint whilst the Pursuit goes on Alas for Zion all their Strength is gone 7. Jerusalem then thought upon the Hour When she was Crown'd with Peace Delight and Power Thoughts once so Joyful Mournful now and Vain The Foe Insults whilst she no help sustains Mocking both at her Sabbaths and her Pains 8. Her Crimes have caus'd her to be far remov'd Jerusalem who was so well belov'd All those who in her Pride admir'd her Fame Despise her now because they 've seen her Shame Sighing she turns away with Shame distrest Amaz'd Despis'd Deserted and Opprest 9. Circl'd with Guilt and Shame she cannot fly Her Comforts far remov'd her End too nigh She vainly think on that 't is now too late Behold those Griefs which no one can repeat Her Fall is steep and all her Foes are great 10. Her Sanctuary is by them betray'd All her Delights they carelesly invade Even the Heathen of whom God had said They should not in her Holy Temple tread 11. Her hungry People sigh and give away For Bread their Treasures lest their Lives decay Consider Lord see her with Cares bow'd down For I am Vile and Zion left alone 12. All you who pass this way behold and see Are my Griefs small Do others grieve like me Are not these Sorrows under which I bow With which the Lord hath brought my Soul so low Turn back and Mourn with me because my Lord In his fierce Anger doth no Peace afford 13. He from above hath Flames and Horrour sent Circling my Soul with Pain and Discontent His Snares alas my weary Feet betray Whilst Desolate and Faint I Mourn all Day For Zion lost her Glory thrown away 14. Our Sins have brought those Chains which his Command Hath fastn'd now who can his Power withstand Now they are link'd by his Almighty Hand The Lord forsakes and I am now the scorn Of Enemies because of God forlorn He was my Strength and now alas 't is gone 15. My Mighty Men are all by him cast down They 're crush'd by numbers and I 'm left alone Whilst silently thy Virgin Daughters Mourn Unhappy Mournful Judah left Forlorn 16. For this I Weep and waste my self in Tears Because her Help 's far off and Sorrow's near Ah wretched Judah where is now thy hope Thy Foes still triumph whilst thy Children droop 17. Zion spreads forth her Arms to be reliev'd But who can Comfort whom the Lord hath Griev'd Her Enemies increase and flourish still By his Command by his all-powerful Will Ah wretched City scorn'd and sham'd by all Who can enough lament thy dreadful Fall 18. Yet he is Just for I am Guilty found The Lord with Righteousness is always