SEE how this Violet which before hung sullenly her drooping head as angry at the ground that bore the purple treasure which she spred dork smilingly erected grow transplanted to those hils of snow II. And whilest the pillows of thy breast Do her reclining head suâ—ain She swels with pride to be so blest And doth all others flowers disdain Yet weeps that dew which kist her last To see her odoâ—rs so surpast III. Poor flower how far deceiv'd thou wert To think the â—rches of the morn Or all the sweets she can impart Could these or sweeten or adorn Since thou from them dost borrow sent And they to thee lend ornament Song 27. I. VVHy thy passion should it move that I wisht thy Beauty less Fools desire what is above power of nature to express and to wish it had been more had been to outwish her store II. If the flames within thine eye Did not too great heat inspire Men might languish yet not dye At thy less ungentle fire And might on thy weaker light Gaze and yet not lose their sight III. Nor wouldst thou less fair appear For detraction adds to thee If some parts less beauteous were Others would much fairer be Nâ—r can any part we know Best be styl'd when all are so IV. Thus this great excess of light Which now dazels our weak eyes Would eclips'd appear more bright And the only way to rise Or to be more fair then thee Celia is less fair â—o bee Song 28. I. ASk the Empress of the night how that hand which guides her sphere constant in unconstant light taught the waves her yoke to bear And did thus by loving force curb or â—ame the rude Seas course II. Ask the female Palm how she First did wooe her Husbands love And the Magnetick ask how she Doth the obsequious Iron move Waters Plants and Stones know this That they love not what Love is III. Be not thou less kind then those Or from Love exempt alone Let us twine like amorous Trees And like Rivers melt in one Or if thou more cruel prove Learn of Steel and Stone â—o love Song 29. I. DEarurge no more the killing cause of our divorce Love is not fetter'd by such laws nor bows to any force though thou deniest I should be thine yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine II. Oh rather frown away my breath With thy disdain Or flatter me with smiles to death By joy or sorrow slain T is less crime to be kill ' by thee Then I thus cause of mine own death should be III. Thy self of beauty to devest And me of love Or from the worth of thine own breast Thus to detract would prove In us a blindness and in thee At best a sacriligious modestie IV. But Celia if thou wile despise What all admire Nor rate thy self at the just price Of beauty or desire Yet meet thy flames and thou shalt see 〈…〉 disparitie Song 25. I. NOt that by this disdain I am releas'd and freed from thy tyrannick chain do I my self think blest nor that thy flame shall burn no more for know that I shall into ashes turn before this fire doth so II. Nor yet that unconfin'd I now may rove And with new beauties please my mind But that thou ne'r didst love For since thou hâ—st no part Fâ—lt of this flame I only from thy tyrant heart Repuls'd not banish'd am III. To loose what once was mine Would grieve me more Then those â—nconstâ—nt sweets of thine Had pleas'd my soul before Now I have not lost the bliss I ne'r possest And spight of Fate am blest in this That I was never blest Song 31. I. VVHen deceitful Lovers lay at thy feet their suppliant hearts and their snâ—res spread to betray thy best treasure with their arts credit not their flatt'ring vows Love such perjury allows II. When they with their choycest wealth Nature boasts of have possest thee When with flowers their verses stealth Stars to Jewels doth devest thee Trust not to their borrow'd store 'T is but lent to make thee poor III. When with Poems they invade thee Sigh thy praises or disdain When they weep and would perswade thee That their flames beget that rain Let thy breast no bates let in Mercy 's only here a sin IV. Let no tears or offrings move thee At those cunning charms avoyd For that wealth for which they love thee They would â—light if once enjoy'd Guard thy unrelenting mind None are cruel but the kind I. HE whose active thoughts disdain to be captive to one foe and would break his single chain or else more would undergoe Let him learn the art of me by new bondage to be free II. What tyrannick Mistress dare To one beauty love confine Who unbounded as the aire All may court but none decline Why should we the Heart deny As many objects as the Eye III. Wheresoe're I turn or move A new passion doth detaine me Those kind beauties that do love Or those proud ones that disdain me This frown melts and that smile burns me This to tears that ashes turns me IV. Soft fresh Virgins not full blown With their youthful sweetness take me Sober Matrons that have known Long since what these prove awake me Here staid coldness I admire There the lively active fire V. She that doth by skill dispence Every favour she bestows Or the harmless innocence Which nor Câ—urt nor City knows Both alike my soul enflame That wilde beauty and this â—ame VI She that wisely can adorn Nature with the wealth of Art Or whose rural sweets do scorn Borrow'd helps to take a heart The vain care of that 's my pleasure Poverty of this my treasure VII Both the wanton and the coy Me with equal pleasures move She whom I by force enjoy Or who forceth me to love This because she 'l not confess That not hide her happiness VIII She whose loosly flowing hair Scatter'd like the beams o' th' Morn Playing with the sportive air Hides the sweets it doth adorn Captive in that net restrains me In those golden fetters chains me IX Nor doth she with power less bright My divided heart invade Whose soft tresses spread like Night O're her shoulders a black shade For the star-light of her eyes Brighter shines through those dark Skies X. Black or fair or tall or low I alike with all can sport The bold sprightly Thais woo Or the frozen vestall court Every beauty takes my mind Tied to all to none confin'd Song 33. I. NO I will sooner trust the wind when falsly kind it courts the pregnant Sails into a storm and when the smiling waves perswade be willingly betray'd then thy deceitfull Vows or Form II. Go and beguile some easie heart With thy vain art Thy smiles and kisses on those fooâ—s bestow Whâ— only see the Calms that sleep On this smooth flâ—tt'ring Deep But not the hidden dangers know III. They that like me thy falshood prove Will scorn thy Love Some may deceiv'd
at first adore thy Shrine But He that as thy sacrifice Doth willingly fall twice Dies his own Martyr and not thine I. SUch icy kisses Anchorites that live secluded from the world to dead sculs give and these cold Maids on whom Love never spent his flame nor know what by desire is meant to their expiring fathers such bequeath snatching their fleeting spirits in that breath the timerous Priest doth with such fear and nice devotion touch the holy Sacrifice II. Fie Chariâ—ssa whence so chang'd of late As to become in love a reprobate Quit quit this dulness Fairest and make known A flâ—me unto me equal with my own Shake off this frost for shame that dwels upon Thy lip or if it will not so be gone Let 's once more joyn our lip and thou shalt see That by the flame of mine 't will melted be I. THat I might ever dream thus that some power to my eternal sleep would joyn this hour so willingly deceiv'd I might possess in seeming joys a â—eal happiness Death I would gladly bow beneath thy charms if thou couldst bring my Dâ—ris to my arms that thus at last made happy I might prove in life the hell in death the heaven of love II. Hast not away so soon mock not my joys With the delusive sight or empty noyse Of happiness Oh do not dissipate A pleasure thou so lately didst create Shadows of life or death do such bliss give That 't is an equal curse to wake or live Stay then kind sleep be ever here confin'd Or if thou wilt away leave her behind I. ROses in breathing forth their sent or stars their borrowed ornament Nymphs in the watery sphere that move or Angels in their orbs above the winged chariot of the light or the â—low silent wheels of night the shade which from the swifter Sun doth in a circular motion run or souls that their eternal Rest do keep Make far less noise then Caelia's Breath in sleep II. But if the Angel which inspires This subtle flame with active fires Should mould this breath to words and those Into a harmony dispose The musick of this heavenly sphear Would steal each soul out at the ear And into plants and stones infuse A life that Cherubins would chuse And with new powers invert the laws of Fate Kill those that live and dead things animate I. REbellious fools that scorn to bow beneath Loves easie sway whose stubborn wills no laws allow disdaining to obey mark but this wreath of hair and you shall see None that might wear such fetters would be free II. I once could boast a soul like you As unconfin'd as air But mine which force could not subdue Was caught within this snare And by my self betray'd I for this gold A heart that many storms withstood have sold III. No longer now wise Art enqâ—ire With this vain search delighted How souls that humane breasts inspire Are to their frames united Material chains such spirits well may bind When this soft braid can tie both Arm and Mind IV. Now Beauties I defie your charm Rul'd by more powerful Art This mystick wreath which crowns my Arm Defends my vanquisht Heart And I subdu'd by one more fair shall be Secur'd from Conquest by Captivity I. YEt ere I go disdainful Beauty thou shalt be so wretched as to know what joys thou fling'st away with me A Faith so bright as Time or Fortune could not rust so firm that Lovers might have read thy story in my dust And crown'd thy name with Laurel verdant as thy Youth whil'st the shril voyce of Fâ—me spread wide thy Beauty and my Truth II. This thou hast lost For all true Lovers when they find That my just aims were â—rost Will speak thee lighter then the wind And none will lay Any oblation on thy shrine But such as would betray Thy fâ—ith to faiths as false as thine Yet if thou chuse On such thy freedome to bestow Affection mâ—y excuse For love from Sympathy doth flow I. CAst off for shame ungentle maid that misbecoming joy thou wear'st For in my Death though long delay'd unwisely cruel thou appear'st Insult o're Captives with disdain thou canst not triumph or'e the slain II. No I am now no longer thine Nor canst thou take delight to see Him whom thy love did once confine Set though by Death at Liberty For if my fall a smile beget Thou gloriest in thy own defeat III. Behold how thy unthrifty pride Hath murtherd him that did maintain it And wary Souls who never tride Thy Tyrant Beauty will disdain it But I am softer and that me Thou wouldst not pity pity thee I. WErt thou by all affections sought fairer then thou wouldst be thought or had thine eyes as many Darts as thou believ'st they shoot at Hearts Yet if thy Love were payd to me I would not offer mine to thee II. I de sooner court a Feavers heat Then her that owns a Flame as great She that my Love will entertain Must meet it with no less disdain For mutual fires themselves destroy And willing Kisses yield no Joy III. I love thee not because alone Thou canst all Beauty call thine own Nor doth my passion fuel seek In thy bright Eye or softer Cheek Then Fairest if thou wouldst know why I love cause thou canst deny I. DEceiv'd and undeceiv'd to be at once I seek with equal care wreched in the discovery happy if cozen'd still I were yet certain ill of ill hath less then the mistrust of happiness II. But if when I have reach'd my aim That which I seek less worthy prove Yet still my love remains the same The subject not deserving love I can no longer be excus'd Now more in fault as less abus'd III. Then let me flatter my desires And doubt what I might know too sure He that to cheat himself conspires From falshhood doth his faith secure In Love â—ncertain to believe I am deceiv'd doth undeceive IV. For if my Life on Doubt depend And in distrust inconstant steer If I essay the strife to end When Ignorance were Wisdome here All thy attempts how can I blame To work my Death I seek the same I. MEn and Maids at time of year the ripe clusters joyntly bear to the Press but in when thrown they by men are trod alone who in Bâ—cchus praises join squeeze the Grape let out the wine Oh with what delight they spy the new must when tunn'd work high II. Which if old men freely take Their gray heads and heels they shake And a young man if he find Some fair Maid to sleep resign'd In the shade he straight goes to her Wakes and roundly giâ—s to wooe her Whilest love slily stealing in Tempts her to the pleasing sin III. Yet she long resists his offers Nor will hear what ere he proffers Till perceiving that his prayer Melts into regardless air Her who seemingly restrains He by pleasing force constrains Wine doth boldness thus dispence Teaching young men insolence I. I Must
prouder be To serve then to command The Close III. Then think no freedome I desire or would my fetters leave since Phenix like I from this fire both life and youth receive FAvonius the milder breath o' th Spring when proudly bearing on his softer wing rich Odors which from the Panchean Groves he steales as by the Phenix pyre he moves proâ—usely doth his sweeter theft dispence to the next Roses blushing innocence but from the grateful flower a richer sent he back receives then he unto it lent II. Then laden with his odours richest store He to thy breath hasts to which these are pore Which whil'st he sporâ—ively to steale essaâ—es He like a wanton Lover 'bout thee plaies And sometimes cooâ—ing thy soft cheek doth lie And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye Drawne in at last by that breath we implore He back returns far sweeter then before The Close And rich by being rob'd in Thee he â—inds the burning sweets of Pyres the cool of Winds SO fair Aurora doth her self discover asham'd o th' aged bed of her cold Lover in modest blushes whilst the treacherous light betrays her early shame to the worlds sight Such a brighâ— colour doth the morning rose diffuse when she her soft self doth disclose half drown'd in dew whilest on each leaf a tear of night doth like a dissolv'd pearl appear II. Yet 't were in vaine a colour out to seek To pâ—râ—lell my Chariessa's Cheek Lesse are conferd with greater and these seem To blush like her not she to blush like them But whence faire Soule this passion what pretence Had guilt to staine thy spotlesse innocence Those onely this feele who have guilty been Nor any blushes know but who know sin The Close Then blush no more blâ—sh no more but let thy chaster flame that knows no cause know no effects of shame ON this swelling bank once proud of its burden Doris lay here she smil'd and did uncloud those bright Suns eclipse the day here we sate and with kind Art shee about mee twin'd her Armes clasp't in hers my hand and heart fetter'd in those pleasing charmes II. Hear my Love and Joys she crown'd Whilest the hours stood still before me With a killing glance did wound And a melting kiss restore me On the down of either brest Whilest with joy my soul retir'd My reclining head did rest Till her lips new life inspir'd The Close III. Thus renewing of these sights doth with griefe and pleasure fill me and the thought of these delights both at once revive and kill me I Prethee let my heart alone since now 't is rais'd above thee not all the beauty thou dost own again can make me love thee He that was shipwrackt once before by such a Syrens call and yet neglects to shun the shore deserves his second fall II. Each flatt'ring kiss each tempting smile Thou dost in vain bestow Some other Lovers might beguiâ—e Who not thy falshood know But I am proof against all art No vows shall ere perswade me Twise to present a wounded heart To her that hath betray'd me The Close Could I again be brought to love thy form though more di-vine I might thy scorn as justly move as now thou suffer'st mine LOve what tytanick laws must they obey who bow beneath thy uncontrolled sway or how unjust will that harsh Empire prove forbids to hope and yet commands to love Must all are to thy hell condemn'd sustain a double torture of despair and pain is 't not enough vainly to hope and woo that thou shouldst thus deny that vain hope too II. It were some hope Ixion-like to fold The empty air or feed on thoughts that 's cold But if thou to my passion this deny Thou mayst be starv'd to death as well as I. For how can thy pale sickly flame burn clere When death and old despair inhabit here Then let thy dim heat warm or else expire Dissolve this frost or let that quench the fire The Close Thus let me not desire or else possess neither or both are equal hapiness DElay Alas there cannot be to Love a greater tyrannie those cruel beauties that have slain their Votaries by their disdain or studied torments sharp and witty will be recorded for their pity and after-ages be misled to think them blind when this is spred II. Of deaths the speedyest is Despair Delays the slowest torments are Thy cruelty at once destoys But expectation starves my joys Time and Delay may bring me past The power of Love to cure at last And shouldst thou wish to ease my pain Thy pity might be lent in vain The Close Or if thou hast decreed that I must be beneath thy cruelty Oh kill me soon thou wilt express more mercy ev'n in shewing less I. PRethee trouble me no more I will drink bee mad and rore Alcmae'on and Orestes grew mad when they their Mothers slew but I no man having kill'd am with hurtlesse fury fill'd II. Hercules with madnesse strook Bent his Bow his Quiver shook Ajax mad did fiercely wield Hectors Sword and graspt his Shield I nor Spear nor Target have But this Cup my weapon wave The Close III. Crown'd with roses thus for more Wine I call drink dance and rore I. ROses Loves delight let 's joyn to the red cheek'd God of Wine Roses crown us while we laugh and the juyce of Autumn quaff Roses of all Flowers the King Roses the fresh pride o th' spring II. Joy of every Deitie Love when with the graces he For the Ball himself disposes Crowns his golden hair with Roses Circling then with these our brow We 'l to Bacchus Temple go The Close III. There some willing Beauty lead and a youthful measure tread I. FOolish Lover go and seek for the Damask of the Rose or the Lillies white dispose to adorn thy Mistris cheek steal some star out of the sky rob the Phenix and the East of her wealthy sweets devest to enrich her breth or eye II. We thy borrow'd pride despise For this wine to which we are Votaries is richer far Then her cheâ—ks or breth or eyes And should that coy fair one view These diviner beauties she In these flâ—mes would rival thee And be taught to love thee too III. Come then break thy wanton chain That when this brisk wine hath spred On thy paler cheek a red Thou like us mayst love disdain Love thy power must yeeld to wine And whilest thus our selves we arm Boldly we defie thy charm For these flames distinguish thine I. DEar back my wounded heart restore and turn away thy powerful eyes Flatter my willing Soul no more Love cannot hope what Fate denies take take away thy smiles and kisses thy Love wounds deeper then disdain for he that sees the heaven he misses sustains two hels of loss and pain II. Shouldst thou some others suit prefer I might return thy scorn to thee And learn Apostasie of her Who taught me first Idolatrie Or in thy unrelenting breast Should I disdain
or coyness move He by thy hate might be releas'd Who now is prisoner to thy love III. Since then unkind Fate will divorce Those whom Affection long united Be thou as cruel as this force And I in death shall be delighted Thus whilest so many Suppliants woe And beg they may thy pity prove I only for thy scorn do sue 'T is charity here not to love I. SInce Fate commands me hence and I must leave my soul with thee and die Dear spare one sigh or else let fall a tear to crown my Funeral that I may tell my grieved heart Thou art unwilling we should part and Martyrs that embrace the fire shall with less joy then I expire II. With this last â—iss I will bequeath My soul transfus'd into thy breath Whose active heat shal gently slide Into my breast and there reside And may in spight of Fate thus blest Be in this death of heaven possest Then prove but kind and thou shalt see Love hath more power then Destinie 17 Song CHide chide no more Away the fleeting daughters of the day nor with impatient thoughts out-run the lazie Sun not think the hours do move to slow delâ—y is kind and we too soon shall find that which we seek yet fear to find II. The mystick dark decrees Unfold not of the Destinies Nor boldly seek to antedate The Laws of Fate Thy anxious search a while forbear Suppress thy hast And know that time at last Will crown thy hope or fix thy fear Song 18. FOol take up thy shaft again if thy store thou profusely spend in vain who can furnish thee with more Throw not then away thy darts on impenetrable hearts II. Think not thy pale flame can warm Into â—ears Or dissolve the snowy charm Which her frozen bosom wears That expos'd unmelted lies To the bright suns of her eyes III. But since thou thy power hast lost Nor canst fire Kindle in that breast whose frost Doth these flames in mine inspire Nor to thee but Her I 'l sâ—e That disdains both me and you I. THough when I lov'd thee thou wert fair thou art no longer so those glories all the pride they wear unto opinion owe Beauties like stars in borrow'd lustre shine and 't was my love that gave thee thine II. The flames that dwelt within thine eye Do now with mine expire Thy brightest Graces fade and die At once with my desire Loves fires thus mutual influence return Thine cease to shine when mine to burn III. Then proud Celinda hope no more To be implor'd or woo'd Since by thy scorn thou dost restore The wealth my love bestow'd And thy despis'd Disdain too late shall find That none are fair but who are kind Song 20. WHen dearest Beauty thou shalt pay thy fith and my vain hope away to some dull Soul that cannot prize or know the worth of that thou dost bestow least with thy sighes and tears I might disturb thy unconfin'd delight to some dark shade I will retire and there forgot by all expire II. Thus whilst the diffierence thou shalt prove Betwixt a feign'd and real Love Whilst he more hâ—ppy but less true Shallâ—eâ—p those joyesâ— did pursue And with those pleasures crowned be By Fâ—te which love design'd for me Then thou perhaps thy self wilt find Cruel too â—ong or too soon kind Song 21. THink not pale Lover he who dies burnt in the flames of Celias eyes is unto Love a sacrifice II. Or by the merit of this pain Thou shalt the crown of Martyrs gain Those hopes are as thy passion vain III. For when by death from these flames free To greater thou condemn'd shalt be And punisht for Idolatrie IV. Since thou Loves Votary before Whilst she was kind dost him no more But in his shrine disdain adore V. Nor will this fire the gods prepare To punish scorn that Cruel fair Thou now from flames exempted spare VI But as together both shal die Both burnt alike in flames shal lie She in thy heart thou in her eye 22. TOrment of absence and delay that thus afflicts my memorie Why dost thou kill me every day yet will not give me leave to die Why dost thou suffer me to live All hope of life in life denying or to my patience tortures give never to die yet ever dying II. To fair Narcissa's brighter eyes I was by Loves instruction guided A happiness I long did prize But now am from their light divided Favours and gifts my Suit obtain'd But envyous Fate would now destroy them Which if to lose I only gain'd What greater pain then to enjoy them Song 23. I. I Will not trust thy tempting graces or thy deceitfull charms nor pris'ner be to thy embraces or fetter'd in thy arms no Celia no not all thy art can wound or captivate my heart II. I will not gaze upon thy Eyes Or wanton with thy Hair Lest those should burn me by surprise Or these my soul ensnare Nor with those smiling dangers play Or fool my liberty away III. Since then my wary heart is free And unconfin'd as thine If thâ—u wouldst mine should captive be Thou must thine own reâ—igne And gratitude may thus move more Then Love or Beauty could before I. YOu that unto your Mistress eyes your hearts do sacrifice and offer sighs or tears at Loves rich shrine renounce with me th' Idolatrie nor this infernal power esteem divine II. The Brand the Quiver and the Bow Which we did first bestow And he as tribute wears from every Lover I back again From him have tane And the Impostor now unvail'd discover III. I can the feeble childe disarm Unty his mystick charm Deâ—est him of his Wings and break his Arrow We will obey No more his sway Nor live confin'd to laws or bounds so narrow IV. And you bright Beauties that inspire The boys pale torch with fire We safely now your subtil power despise And unscorch'd may Like Atoms play And wanton in the sun-shine of your eyes V. Nor think hereafter by new arts You can bewitch our hearts Or raise this Devil by your pleasing charm We will no more His power implore Unless like Indians that he do no harm I. YOu earthly Souls that court a wanton flame whose pale weak influence can rise no higher then the humble name narrow laws of Sense learn by our friendship to create an imaterial fire whose brightness Angels may admire but cannot emulate II. Sickness may fright the roses from her cheek Or make the Lillies fade But all the subtil wayes that death doth seek Cannot my love invade Flames that are kindled by the eye Through time and age expire But ours that boast a reach far higher Cannot decay nor die III. For when we must resigne our vital breath Our Loves by Fate benighted We by this friendship shall survive in death Even in divorce united Weak Love through fortune or distrust In time forgets to burn But this pursues us to the Urn And marries either's dust Song 26. I.
no longer now admire the coldness which possest thy snowy breast That can by other flames be set on fire poor Love to harsh disdain betray'd is by ambition thus out-weigh'd II. Hadst thou but known the vast extent Of Constant Faith how farre 'Bove all that are Born slaves to Wealth or Honors vain assent No richer Treasure couldst thou find Then hearts with mutual Chains combin'd III. But Love is too despis'd a name And must not hope to rise Above these ties Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame These unite Souls whilest true desire Unpitied dies in its own Fire IV. Yet cruel Fair one I did aim With no less justice too Than those that sue For other hopes and thy proud Fortunes claim Wealth honours honours wealth approve But Beauty's only meant for Love I. Love the ripe harvest of my toyls began to cherish with his smiles preparing me to be indu'd with all the Joys I long persu'd when my fresh hopes fair and full blown death blasts ere I could ca'l my own II. Malicious Death why with rude force Dost thou my Fair from me divorce False life why in this loathen chain Me from my Fair dost thou detain In whom assistance shall I find Alike are Life and Death unkind III. Pardon me Love thy power outshines And laughs at their infirm designes She is not wedded to atoombe Nor I to sorrow in her Room They what thou joynst ' can ne'r divide She lives in me in her I dy'd I. SEe the Spring her self discloses and the Graces gather roses See how the becalmed Seas now their swelling waves appease how the Duck swims how the Crane come's from 's Winter Home aganie see how Titan's Chearrful Raye chaseth the dark Clouds a way II. Now in their new robes of green Are the Plough-mens labours seen Now the lusty teeming Earth Springs each hour with a new birth Now the Olive blooms the Vine Now doth with plump pendants shine And with leaves and blossoms now Freshly bourgeons every bough Song 46. NOw will I a Lover be Love himself commanded me full at first of stubborn pride to submit my soul deni'd he his Quiver takes and Bâ—w bids deâ—iance forth we goe arm'd with spear and shield we meet on he charges I retreat II. Till perceiving in the â—ight He had wasted every slight Into me with fury hot Like a dart himselfe he shot And my cold heart melts my shield Uselesse no defence could yeild For what boots an outward skreen When alas the fights within Song 47. DEar fold me once more in thine Armes and let me know before I goe there is no blisse but in those charmes by thy faire selfe I sweare that here and onely here I would for ever ever stay but cruel Fate calls me away II. How swiftly the light minutes slide The hours that hast Away thus fast By envyous flight my stay do chide Yet Dear since I must go By this last kiss I vow By all that sweetness which dwels with thee Time shall move slow till next I see thee Song 48. THine Eyes bright Saint disclose and thou shalt find Dreams have not with illusive showes deceiv'd thy Mind what sleep presented to thy view awake and thou shalt find it true II. Those mortal Wounds I bear From thee begin Which though they outward not appear Yet bleed within Loves â—lame like active lightening flyes Wounding the Heart but not the Eyes III. But now I yeild to die Thy sacrifice Nor more in vain will hope to flie From thy bright Eyes Their killing Power cannot be shunn'd Open or clos'd alike they wound FAith 't is not worth your pains and care to seek t' inspire a heart so pure as mine som fools ther be hate libertie whom wh more ease thou mayst confine II. Alass when with much charge thou hast Brought it at last Beneath thy power to bow It will adore Some twenty more And that perhaps you 'ld not allow III. No Cloris I no more will prove The curse of Love And now can boâ—st a heart Hath learn'd of thee Inconstâ—ncie And couzen'd women of their Art Song 50. REach me here that full crown'd Cup and at once I 'l drink it up for my overcharged Breast pants for drowth with care opprest whilest a Chaplet of cool Roses my distemper'd Brow incloses Love I 'l drench in Wine for these flames alone can his appease II. I am sprung of humane seed For a lives short race decree'd Though I know the way I 've gone That which is to come's unknown Busie thoughts do not disturb me What have you to do to curb me Come some Wine and Musick give Ere we dye 't is fit we live Song 51. OH turn away those cruel Eyes the stars of my undoing Or death in such a brâ—ght disguise may tempt a second wooing II. Punish their blindly impious pride Who dare contemne thy glory It was my Fall that deifide Thy name and seal'd thy story III. Yet no new sufferings can prepare A higher praise to crown thee Thouâ—h my first death proclaim thee Fair My second will unthrone thee IV. Lover will doubt thou canst intice No other for thy fuel And if thou burn one Victime twice Both think thee poor and cruel NOw Love be prais'd that cruel Fair who my poor Heart restrain under so many chains hath weav'd a new one for it of her Hair II. These threads of Amber us'd to play With every Courtly wind And never were confin'd But in a thousand Curls aloud to strâ—y III. Cruel each part of her is grown Nor less unkind then She These fetters are to Me Which to restrain my Freedome lose their own Song 53. TO set my jealous soul at strife all things malicio sly agree though sleep of death the Imâ—ge be dreams are the portraitures of life II. I saw when last I clos'd my eyes Celinda stoopt t' anothers will If specious apprehension kill What would the truth without disguise III. The joys which I could call my owne Me thought this Rival did possess Like dreams is all my happiness Yet dreams themselves allow me none I. VVRong me no more in thy complaint blam'd for inconstancy I vow'd t' adore the fairest Saint nor chang'd whilst thou wert she but if another thee outshine th' inconstancy is onely Thine II. To be by such Blind Fools admir'd Gives thee but small esteem By whom as much Thou'dst be desir'd Didst thou less beautious seem Sure why they love they know not wel Who why they should not cannot tel III. Women are by Themselves bettay'd And to their short joys cruel Who foolishly Themselves perswade Flames can ouâ—last their fuel None though Platonick their pretence With Reason love unless by Sence IV. And He by whose Command to Thee I did my heart resigne Now bids me choose A Deity Diviner far then thine No power from Love can Beauty sever I' me still Loves subject thine was never V. The fairest She Whom none surpass To love hath only right And
whilst love plaies the Ganimed II. Life like a wheel runs round And ere long we underground Ta'n by death asunder must Molder in forgotten dust III. Why then graves should we bedew Why the ground with odours strew Better whilest alive prepare Flowers and unguents for our hair IV. Come my Fair and come away All our cares behind us lay That these pleasures we may know Ere we come to those below I. I Yeild dear Enemy nor know how to resist so fair a Foe who would not thy soft yoke sustain or bow beneath thy easy chain that with a bondage blest might be which far transcends all liberty But since I freely have resign'd at first assault my willing mind insult not o're my captiv'd heart with too much tyrannie and art lest by thy scorn thou lose the prize gain'd by the power of thy bright eyes and thou this conquest thus shalt prove though got by beauty kept by love I. DRaw neer you Lovers that complain of Fortune or Disdain and to my ashes lend a tear melt the hard marble with your grones and soften the relentless Stones Whose cold imbraces the sad Suâ—ject hide of all Loves cruelties and Beauties pride No verse no Epicedium bring nor peaceful Requiem sing to charm the terrors of my Herse no profane Numbers must flow neer the sacred silence that dwels here vast griefs are dumb softly oh softly mourn lest you disturb the peace attends my Urn Yet strew upon my dismal Grave such offâ—rings as you have forsaken Cypress and sad Ewe for kinder flowers can take no Birth or growth from such unhappy Earth Weâ—p onely o're my Dust and say Here lies to Love and â—ate an equal Sacrifice Song 63. I Go Dear Saint away snatcht from thy Arms by far less pleasing charms Then those I did obey but if hereafter thou shalt know that greife hath kissd me come and on my toomb drop drop a tear or two break with thy sighs the silence of my sleep and I shall smile in death to see thee weep thy tears may have the power to reinspire my ashes with new fire or change Thee to some flower which planted 'twixt thy breasts shall grow vail'd in this shape I will dwell with Thee still court kiss injoy thee too securely wee 'l contain all envyous force and thus united be by Deaths divorce Song 69. THe lazy hours move slow the minutes stay old time with leaden â—eet doth goe and his light wings hath cast away the slow pâ—c'd spheres above have sure releas'd their guardians and without help move whilest that the very Angels rest the numbred sands that slide through this small glass and into minutes time divide too slow each other do displace the tedious wheels of light no faster chime then that dul shade which waits on night for expectation out-runs time How long Lord must I stay How long dwel here Oh free me from this loathed clay Let me no more these fetters ware with far more joy shall I resign my breath for to my grieved soul not to die is every minute a new death Song 70. VVHen on thy lip my soul I breath which there meets thine freed from their fetters by this death our subtile Forms combine thus without bonds of sense they move and like two Cherubins converse by love Spirits to chains of earth confin'd discourse by sense but ours that are by flames refin'd with those weak ties dispense let such in words their minds display we in a kiss our mutual thoughts convey but since my soul from me doth fly to thee retir'd thou canst not both retain for I must be with one inspir'd then Dearest either justly mine restore or in exchange let me have thine Yet if thou dost return mine own Oh tak 't again For 't is this pleasing death alone gives ease unto my pain Kill me once more or I shall find thy pity then thy cruelty less kind Song 71. THe air which thy smooth voyce doth break into my soul like lightning flies my life retires whilest thou dost speak and thy soft breath its room supplies Lost in this pleasing Extasie I joyn my trembling lips to thine back receive that life from thee which I so gladly did resign Forbear Platonick fools t' enquire what numbers do the soul compose no harmony can life inspire but that which from these accents flows Song 72. DOris I that could repel all those darts about thee dwell and had wisely learn'd to fear 'cause I saw a foe so near I that my deaf ear did arm 'gainst thy voices powerful charm and the lightning of thine eye durst by closing mine defie cannot this cold snow withstand from the whiter of thy hand thy deceit hath thus done more then thy open force before for who could suspect or fear Treason in a face so clear or the hidden fires descry wrapt in this cold outside lie flames might thus involv'd in ice the deceiv'd world sacrifice Nature ignorant of this strange antiperistasis Would her falling frame admire that by snow were set on fire CAst Chariessa cast that glass away nor in its Chrystal face thine own survay what can be free from Loves imperious laws when painted shadows real flames can cause The fires may burn thee from this mirror rise by the reflected beams of thine own eyes and thus at last faln with thy self in Love thou wilt My Rivall thine one martyr prove but if thou dost desire thy forme to view look in my heart where love thy picture drew and then if pleas'd with thine own shape thou be learn how to love thy self by loving me NUmber the sands that do restrain and fetter the rebellious main count those pale fires that do dispence to us both light and influence the drops of the vast sea divide these in themselves be multipli'd that all when added into one may by our kisses be outgone by which when number they surmount wee 'l teach Arithmetick to count Song 75. THis silkworm to long sleep retir'd the early year hath re-inspir'd who now to pay to thee prepares the tribute of her pleasing cares hastens with industrious toyl to make thy ornament her spoyl see with what pains she spins for thee the thread of her own destinie then growing proud in Death to know that all her curious labours thou wilt as in Triumph deign â—o wear retires to her soft sepulchre Such dearest is that hapless state to which I am design'd by Fate who by thee willingly or'ecome work my own Fetters and my Tombe Song 76. PAle envyous sickness hence no more possess our breast too cold before in vain alass thou dost invade those beauties which can never fade could all thy malice but impair on those sweets which crown her fair or steal the spirits from her eye or kiss into a pâ—ler dye the blooming roses of her cheek our suffering hopes might justly seek redress from thee and thoâ— might'st save thousands of lovers from the gâ—ave but such assaults are