Chear'd with his 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'um are Leave then to tame Philosophy The joyes of quietness With me into Loves Empire fly And tast my happiness Where even Tears and Sighes 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 and find it ever new If I my weary breast to sleep resign In gaudy Dreams your love and beauty shine Dreams with such Extasies and 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 ne're turn to Hate I 'le dote no longer then I can Without being call'd a faithless Man When we begin to want Discourse And kindness seems to tast of force As freely as we met we 'l part Each one possest of their own heart Thus whil'st grave Fools themselves undo We 'l Game and give off Savers too So equally the match we 'l 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 extinguish'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 end 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 a 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 When change it self can give no more 'T is easie to be true THirsis no more against my flame advise But let me be in love and be you wise 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 I know as well as you 't is mean to burn For one who to our flame makes no return But you like me know not those conquering eyes Which mock prevention by an 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 Wealth 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 In her grow wild as in their Native Air And she has all perfection without care Of Lovers harms she has a gentle sense For Beauty else vvould clogg her innocence Like a vvise Prince she rules her servants so That neither Want nor Luxury they knovv None vainly hoping vvhat she may not give Like humble Slaves at small expence vve live And I the vvretched comfort only share To be the last vvhom she vvill 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 affraid 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 believe 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 her Honour I 'le yield and never complain But dye at her feet if so it decree SONG DRink a bout till the day find us These are pleasures that will last Let no foolish passion blind us Joyes of Love make too much hast Maids are long ere we can win 'um And our Passions wast the while In a Beer-Glass we 'l begin 'um Let some Fool take th' other toyle Yet we will have store of good Wenches Whom their own high blouds 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 VVAlking among thick Shades alone I heard a dying voice Which sighing said now she is gone I 'le make no second choice I look't and saw it was a Swain Who 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 vvhat gracious eyes And gentle speech that flame she nurst Which since she did despise His vovvs she did as fast receive As he could breath 'um to her Love in her Eyes proclaim'd her leave That he alone should vvoo her They fed their flocks
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'd Whether I ought not to implore thy aid Thus to survive a guilt upon me draws And my sad wishes have too just a cause 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 then so cruel prove As to preserve and torture love That beauty Nature kindly meant For her own pride and our content Why shou'd the Tyrant honour make Our greatest torment let us break His yoke and that base power disdain Which only keeps the good in pain In Love and War th' Impostor do's The best to greatest harms expose Come then my Celia let 's no more This Devil for a God adore Like foolish Indians we have been Whose whole Religion is a sin If we the Laws of Love had kept And not in dreams of Honour 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 welcome '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 unwelcome 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 foe Fully instruct in what he 'd have him do And can it be my Celia that Love 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 Ot 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 I 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 true 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 Than I resist such pow'rfull 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 out 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 poor Misers when dead may make amends And in their Wills enrich their friends But when thou dy'st thy Treasure dies And thou canst leave no Legacies What madness is it then to spare When we want power to make an Heir Live Cloris then at the full rate Of thy great Beauty and since Fate To Love and Youth is so severe Enjoy 'em freely while th' art here Some caution yet I 'de have thee use When e're thou do'st a Servant chuse We are not all for Lovers fit No more then Arms or Arts of Wit For Wisdom some respected are Some we see pow'rful at the Bar Some for Preferment waste their time And the steep hill of Honour climb Others of Love their business make In Love their whole diversion take Take one of those for in one brest Two passions live but ill at rest And even of them I 'de have thee fly All that take flame at every eye All those that light and faithless are All that dare more then think thee fair Take one of Love who nothing
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 CELIA ALL things submit themselves 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 Mortal Heroes part And throw himself 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 Whil'st 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 desires Cool as they are they feel Love's pow'rful fires And with such passion that if any force Stop or molest 'um in their Am'rous course They swell with rage break down and ravage ore The Banks they kiss'd the flowers they fed before Who would resist an Empire so Divine Which Universal Nature does enjoyn Submit then Celia e're you be reduc'd For Rebels vanquisht once are vilely us'd And such are you when e're you dare obey Another passion and your Love betray You are Loves Citadels by you he reigns And his proud Empire o're the World maintains He trusts you with his Stratagems and Arms His frowns his smiles and all his conquering charms Beauty 's no more but the dead Soyl 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 Toyes Lovers assord Inestimable Joyes But if youe're fond of Trifles be and starve Your Gugaw Reputation preserve Live upon Modesty and empty Fame Forgoing 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 If Love 's a sweet passion why does it torment If a bitter said he whence are Lovers content Since I suffer with pleasure why should I complain Or grieve at my Fate when I know 't is in vain Yet so pleasing 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 whence absent from Phillis methinks I could dye But oh what a pleasure still follows my pain When kind 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 the 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 successful 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 amorous tears To these a thousand Vows succeed And then oh Heavens 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 o'r 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 replyes with a Song No more shall true Lovers thy Beauty adore Were the Gods so severe 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 Were the Gods so ingrate men would worship no more No more shall thy Frowns or free humour 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 When 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 VVIth so much ease ingrateful Swains Your faithless vows have cur'd your pains You think by those your perjuries betray'd That all are false or else may so be made And ev'ry smile or pleasing word proclaimes The coldest Nymph an offring to your flames Vain Shepherd know that now 's the time To suffer 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 stoll'n look can better woe Then Sighs and Tears and Vows can doe The falsest Hearts like empty Vessels sound But may thy feign'd become a real wound That thy severer Pennance may declare How great mens crimes and womens vertues are 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 pleasures 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 will exalt him so high He can all but Aminda despise Then change to a frown and he dies To love and each other we 'l ever be true But to raise our enjoyments by Art Wee 'l often fall out and as often renew For to wound and to cure the smart Is the pleasure which captives the Heart FINIS