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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

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

fearing one The flame becomes unhallowed in their br●st And he a Murtherer who was a Priest His hands profan'd in breaking Natures chain By which the body does the fool detain But against me thy strongest forces call And on my head let all the tempest fall No shrinking back shall any weakness shew And calmly I 'le expect the fatal blow My limbs no trembling in my mind no fear Plaints in my mouth nor in my eyes a tear Think not that time our wonted sure relief That universal cure for every grief VVhose aid so many Lovers oft have found VVith like success can ever heal my wound Too weak's the Power of Nature or of Art Nothing but death can ease a broken heart And that thou mayst behold my helpless state Learn the extreamest rigour of my fate Amidst th'innumerable beauteous Train Paris the Queen of Cities does contain The fairest Town the greatest and the best So fair Almeria shin'd above the rest From h●r bright eyes to feel a hopeless flame Was of our youth the most ambitious aim Her chains were marks of honour to the brave She made a Prince whe●e're she made a S●av● Love under whose tyrannick power I gr●an Shew'd me this B●auty ere ' ●was fully blown Her doubtf●l hand and her anpractis'd look Their first assurance from my Conquest took By wounding me she lea●●t the fatal Art And the first sigh she had was from my heart My eyes with tears wetting her snowy arms Render'd the tribute due unto her charms But as I soonest of all Mortals paid My vows and to her beauty al●●rs made So amongst all those slaves that sigh'd in vain She thought me only worthy of her chain Lov●s heavy burden my submissive heart Endur'd not long before the bore her part My violent flame melted her frozen brest And in soft sighs her pity she exprest Her gentle voice allayd my raging pains And her fair hands sustain'd me in my chains Tears from her eyes attended on my moan And they lookt kindly upon me alone My hopes and dangers were less mine then hers Those filled her soul with joys and these with tears Our hearts united had the same desires And both alike burn'd with impatient fires Too faithful Memory I give thee leave Thy wretched Master kindly to deceive Make me not once possessor of her charms Let me not find her languish in my arms Past joyes are now my cruel fancies Theams Make all my happy nights appear but dreams Let not those scenes before my eyes be brought But hide her love from my tormenting thought And in its place disdainful beauty shew I● thou would'st not be cruel make her so And something to abate my deep despair Oh let her seem less gentle or less fair But I in vain flatter my wounded mind Never was Nymph so lovely or so kind No cold repulses my desires supprest I seldom sigh'd but on Almeria's brests Of all the passions which mankind destroy I only felt excess of love and joy Numberless pleasures charmed my sence and they Were as my love without the least allay As pure alas but not so sure to last For like a pleasant dream they all are past From Heaven her beauty like fierce lightning came which breaks through darknes with a glorious flame A while it ●hines a while our sight it chears But soon the sh●rt-liv'd comfort disappears And thunder follows whose resistless rage None can withstand and nothing can asswage So oft the light which those bright flashes gave Serves to conduct us only to our Grave When I had first begun Love's joys to taste Those full rewards for fears and dangers past A Fever seiz'd her and to nothing brought The richest work that ever Nature wrought All things below alas uncertain stand The firmest Rocks are plac'd upon the Sand Under this Law both Kings and Crowns must be●●● For no beginning is without an end A sacrifice to Time Fate dooms us all And at the Tyrants feet we daily fall Time whose bold hand alike does bring to dust Mankind and Gods in which Mankind does trust Though now her wasted spirits begin to faint Her patience ties her tongue from all complaint And in her heart as in a Fort remains But yet at last yields t● her resistless pains Thus while the Fever amorous of his prey Through all her veins makes his delightful way● Her Fates like Semile's the Flames destroy That beauty they too eagerly enjoy Her charming face is in its Spring decay'd Pale grows the Roses and the Lillies fade Her skin has lost that ●ustre which surpast The Sun's and did deserve as long to last Her eyes which us'd to pierce the hardest hearts Are now disarm'd of all their flames and darts Those Stars n●w heavily and slowly move And sorrow triumphs in the Throne of Love The Fever every moment more prevails Its rage her body fee●s and Tongue bewails She who●e disdain so many Lovers prove Sighs new for Torment as they ●●gh for Love And with loud crys which rend the neighb'ring air Wounds my sad heart and wakens my despair Both gods and men I charge now with my loss And wild with gries my thoughts each other cross My heart and tongue labour in both extreams That sends up humble prayrs while this blasphemes I ask their help whose Power I defie And mingle sacriledge with Piety But that which do's still more perplex my mind To love her truly I must seem unkind So unconcern'd a face my sorrow wears I still restrain unruly floods of tears My Eyes and Tongue put on dissembling forms I shew a calmness in the midst of storms I seem to hope when all my hopes are gone And almost dead with grief discover none But who can long deceive a loving eye Or with dry eyes behold his Mistress dye When Reason had with all its terrours brought Th● approaching danger nearer to my thought Off on a sudden fell the forc't disguise And shew'd a sighing heart in weeping eyes My apprehensions now no more confin'd Expos'd my sorrows and betrayd my mind The fair afflicted Soan perceives my tears Explains my sighs and thence concludes my fears With sad presages of her hopeless case She reads her Fate in my dejected Face Then feels my torment and neglects her own While I am senfi●●e of hers alone Each does the others burden kindly bear I fear her Death and the bewa●ls my fear Although we suffer under Fortunes darts 'T is those of Love alone which reach our hearts Mean-while the Fever mocks at all our fears Grows by our sighs and rages at our tears Those vain effects of our as vain desire Like Wind and Oyl increase the fatal fire Almeria feeling th'unjust destinies About to shut her lips and close her eyes Weeping in mine put her fair trembling hand And with these words I scarce could understand Her Passion in a dying voice express'd Half and her sighs alas made out the rest 'T is past this pang Nature forsakes the strife Thou

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

then to glory in my Chains My fruitless sighs and my unpitied pains Perhaps obtaining this you 'll think I find 〈◊〉 Mercy then your Anger has●d sig●●d But Love has carefully contriv'd for me The last perfection of Misery For to my State those hopes of Common peace Which Death affords to every Wretch must cease My worst of Fates attends me in my Grave Since dying I must be no more your Slave To CELIAE ALL things submit themselvs to your command Fair Celia when it does not Love withstand The power it borrowed from your eyes alone All but himself would yield to who has none Were he not blind such are the Charmes you have He 'd quit his Godhead to become your Slave Be proud to act a Mor●a● Heroes part And thr●w himse●f for Fame on his own Dart But Fate hath otherwise dispos'd of things In different Bonds subjecting Slaves and Kings That Fate like you resistless does ordain That Love alone should over Beauty Reign By Harmony the Universe does move And what is Harmony but mutual Love See gentle Brooks how quietly they glide Kissing the rugged Banks on either side Whilst in their Christal Stream at once they show And with them feed the Flowers which they bestow Though prest upon by their too rude embrace In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To their Lov'd Sea for even streams have desire Cool as they are they feel Love's pow'rfull fires And with such passion that if any force Sto● or molest●um in their Am'rous course They swell with rage break down and ravage ore The B●nks they kiss'd the flowers they sed before Who would resist an Empire so Divine Which Universal Nature does enjoyn Submit then Celia er'e you be reduc'd For Rebels vanquisht once are vil●ly us'd And such are you when e're you dare obey Another passion and your Love be●●ay You are Loves Citadels by you he reigns And his proud Empire o're the World maintains He trusts you with his Stratage●s and Arms His frowns his smiles all his conquering charms Beauty 's no more but the dead S●yl which Love Mannures and does by wise Commerce improve Sayling by Sighes through Seas of tears he sends Courtship from Forraign hearts For your own ends Cherish a Trade for as with Indians we Get Gold and Jewels for our Trumpery So to each other for their useless ●oyes Lovers afford Inestimab●e J●yes But if you 're ●ond of Trisles be and starve Your Gugaw Reputation preserve Live upon Modesty and empty Fame Foregoing Sense for a fantastick Name SONG As he lay in the Plain his arm under his head And his Flock feeding by the fond Celadon said Love's a sweet passion why does it torment 〈◊〉 a bitter said he whence are Lovers content Since I suffer with pleasure why should I complain Or g●●eve at my Fate when I know 't is in vain Y●t so pl●asing the pain is so soft is the Dart That at once it both wounds me tickles my heart To my self I sigh often without knowing why And w●ence ab●●●t from Phillis m● thinks ● could die But oh what a pleasure still follows my pain When kinde Fortune do's help me to see her again In her eyes the bright Stars that foretel what 's to come By soft stealth now and then I examine my doom I press her hand gently look languishing down And by passionate silence I make my love known But oh how I 'm blest when so kind she do's prove By some willing mistake to discover her love When in striving to hide she reveals all her flame And our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name SONG HOw Charming are those pleasant pains Which the successfull Lover gains Oh! how the longing Spirit flies On scorching sighes from dying eyes Whose intermixing Rayes impart Love's welcome Message to the heart Then how the active Pulse grow'n warm To every sense gives the Alarm But oh the Raptures and the Qualms When Love unites the melting Palms What extasies what hopes and fears What pretty talk and am'rous t●ars To these a thousand Vowes succeed And then oh H●avens the secret deed When sense and Soul are bath'd in bliss Think dear Aminda think on this And curse those hours we did not prove The ravishing delights of Love SONG GIve or foolish heart and make hast to despair For Daphne regards not thy vows nor thy prayer When I plead for thy passion thy pains to prolong She courts her Ghittar and replies with a Song No more shall true L●vers thy Beanty adore Were the Gods so sever● men would worship no more No more will I wait like a Slave at thy dore I 'le spend the cold nights at thy window no more My lungs in long sighs I no more will exhale Since thy Pride is to make me grow sullen and pale No more shall Amintas thy pity implore Where the Gods so ingrate men would worship no more No more shall thy Frowns or free humor perswade To court the fair Idol my Fancy has made When thy Saints so neglected their follies give o're Thy Deity 's lost and thy Beauty 's no more No more c. How weak are the Vows of a Lover in pain VVhen flatter'd by hope or oppress'd by disdain No sooner my Daphne's bright Eyes I review But all is forgot and I vow all anew No more cruel Nymph I will murmure no more Did the Gods seem so fair men would worship them more SONG WIth so much ease ingrateful Swains Your faithless vows have cur'd your pains You think by those your perjuries betray'd That all ar● false or else may so be made And ev'ry smile or pleasing word proclaimes The coldest Nymph an off●ing to your flames Vain S●epherd know that now 's the time To ●●ff●r for thy boasted crime Repeated Vows with me less credit find Then smiling Sea's or the uncertain Wind. Deep Sighs and frequent tears as things of course So common are that they have lost their force Thy Passions Truth will best appear Disguis'd in doubts and guilty fear When all the Heart and careful Tongue conceal The Sense disorder'd and the Eyes reveal Such dark confusion makes the flame shine bright So stars are best discern'd through shades of night One stol'n look can better woe Then Sighs and Tears and Vowes can doe The falsest Hearts like empty Vessels found But may thy feign'd become a real wound That thy severer Pennance may declare How great mens crimes and womens virtues arse SONG DEar Aminda in vain you so coily refuse What nature and Love do inspire That formal old way which your Mother did use Can never confine the desire It rather adds Oyl to the fire When the tempting delights of woing are lost And pleasure 's a Duty become We both shall appear like some dead Lovers ghost To frighten each other from home And the Genial bed like a Tombe Now low at your feet your fond Lover will lye And seek a new Fate in your eyes One Amorous smile