name The charming She that rais'd the flame Your virtues to I must conceal For if I speak of You at all I surely shall discover all And might as well Your name reveal Should I but say Your Nature's pride And that in all the World beside There is not one that reigns Like You Like You subdues don't all men know What to your sov'raign charms they owe And where their adoration's due Or if I say when winter comes And kills the plants and nips the blooms And makes a change in ev'ry thing That still in you the blushing rose The lilly too themselves disclose They 'd cry that there 's eternal Spring Or if I say that in your Eyes An Archer close in ambush lies That Stoops to conquer such as Jove As if our humble hearts below Were all too mean would they not know That thou wer 't this great Soul of Love Should I Your wit and Judgment praise And those perfections strive to raise I could not give 'em half their due Yet still the crowd amaz'd would bless Themselves to hear 't and strait confess They only could unite in You. I 'le say how great 's Your Soul how wise That fortune neither courts nor flies How bravely too it Ills endures Would not the spacious Circle tell That no such Soul would daign to dwell In any Form but one like Yours But now Suppose I Should omit Your charms of Beauty and of wit And tell your cringing Servile train How great a Tyrant You are grown And that their Service You disown That all their tears are shed in vain Or if I say that You can save A Poor despairing captive Slave Whose heart another did subdue Tho' he from You must nought expect But the cold favour of neglect Would not the world cry out 't was You TO DORINDA Watering a Garden THe Scorching Sun with too much heat decays Those Flowers and plants his kinder beams did raise So flames of love if gentle make us gay But when too furious on our vitals pray From the suns malice you can them defend And to their roots Supplys of moysture lend While by loves heat unhappy Damon dyes Consum'd in flames that kindled at Your Eyes In vain Fair Nymph by the same means you strive To Save the drooping Youth and make him live Your tears will ne're protect him from their rage Only Your burning too can his asswage SONG I Adore You 't is true And no woman but You Yet Dorinda You must not repine That some hours I lend To my Bottle and Friend And sacrifice Love to good wine I shall ne're side with those Who with sighs tears and oaths Talk of languishing burning and dying Who sincerity place In affected grimmace And build their cheif merit on lying Yet I laugh at all such Who will tope like the Dutch For the sake of the Liquor they drink While they only propose To obtain a red nose With the loss of their time and their chink Those only are wise Who both equally prize But refuse to be Servant to either Who by friendly complyance In sacred alliance Joyn Cupid and Bacchus together For when ever they meet All our Joys are compleat And our jollity ne're can expire They our faculties charm And us mutually warm Whilst each from the other takes fire TO CLORIS On Her Dream VIsions of Old were sacred thought As messages from Heav'n brought By which men how to act were taught By them were Oracles convey'd By them the greatest Monarchs sway'd Their dictates all the wise obey'd Then Cloris never blush to find Your self in dreams to him so kind Whom fate has ever Yours design'd What tho' with all Love's treasure blest Upon Your snowy panting breast He seems his wearied self to rest And in Your Arms those joys receive Which none but charms like Yours can give Often Dying but to live Tho' You the Lovely Boy embrace And with a secret pleasure trace The shining glories of his face Then joyn your glowing cheeks to his And with an eager lover's kiss Clasp him close and seal his bliss Till he transported seem to say Like Jove could I keep back the day And make the sun his rise delay Three nights should not suffice for me In one I would joyn three times three And dedicate 'em all to Thee To Thee whose charms if Jove had known In some bright form H' had left his throne T' obey a power above his own The Cretans vain Idolatrie He had refus'd and worship'd Thee A much more glorious Deity Yet fear not that these thoughts Exceed Those modest bounds Heav'n has decreed The virtuous of Your Sex shall tread No fairest no they mean no Ill But Love by them declares his will That You what they fortell fullfill THE HVE and CRY AFTER A HEART WHile on the Flow'ry banks I Sate Where Nature does herself display Lamenting my too rigid fate In that my heart wat gone astray Armida soon surpris'd me there Ar. What Strephon all alone and sad St. My Heart is gone I know not where Nor where another's to be had And since 't is gone pray bare a part Of all the sorrow I sustain For if I lose my subject heart Where will the fare Armida reign Ar. Armida Swain has hearts enough Subdu'd by charms unknown And one She could impart to You But that You 'l lose it like Your own Lucilla came and thus she wept Lu. A heart Iv'e lost as well as You. Had they been by each other Kept To us they 'd constant been and true This morn when lying on my bed I wonder'd why I did not sigh All my soft amorous cares were fled Away yet still I knew not why At length I found my heart was gone That us'd those thoughts to entertain I first beleiv'd I was undone Yet did not wish it here again A happiness I thought t would prove To be thus free but found too soon I was for nought design'd but Love Fit for that great employ alone Whether oh whether could it goe I cryd to be contemn'd or lov'd But now too sensibly I know It sympathetically rov'd St. I would ten thousand kisses give To her that finds Lu. then no regard Be had to mine 't is yours I 'le strive To find in hopes of the reward At last the kind Dorinda came Far brighter than the Early day Is this your Heart cry'd she for fame Reported that Yours fled away St. With arrows 't is disfigur'd so I know not by the outward frame Whether the Heart is mine or no. The wounds assure me 't is the same The very same Dorinda tell Hard by what gentle murmuring stream It lay or in what lonely Cell Awake or in a softer dream Do. Strephon d' ye know Lucinda's grove Where kind Amyntas us'd to come And be a rival in Your Love St. I know the place you mean and whom Do. There was it hov'ring round about Then perch'd on high for better view Lucinda turn'd and found it out
And from her Eyes an arrow threw Fluttering a while like wounded thrush Whose wing just touch'd by fatal shot Leaps up and down from bush to bush And after all away it Got. I still pursu'd it with a glance And saw it to the fountain rove Where tender Nymphs had us'd to dance I b'lieve to quench it's flames of Love Diana with her Nymphs was there And each disclos'd an amorous Soul They each pretended to a share For beauty each deserv'd the whole Goddess cry'd I the pray resign With forty darts I pierc'd it thro' The only time I made it mine And now I come and bring it You. St. Ah! Nymph why wast thou so severe Can that so many darts endure Do. Oh! these are Pelian darts my Dear And what they wound they cure Thus what I 've conquer'd I restore Here take it gentle swain St. No keep it give it me no more For I shall lose 't again Do. If I keep Yours Strephon accept of mine To You my heart I perfectly resign Ne're fear its being lost Your Nymph assures That can't be any bodys else but Yours To a Freind in the Country who desir'd him to send him the News AMidst the hurry of the busy Town Where I can Scarcely call one hour My own Where all those noisy hindrances I find That discompose a serious thoughtful mind You tell me I must write and let you know How things at London since your absence go What fashions are new-started and from whence Whether of English growth or sent from France What recreations are in vogue what Plays Censorious Criticks damn and what they praise Who sighs for who and what admiring Beaux In lamentable Song or sensless prose Their passions to Your Celia do disclose In fine You 'd ha' me send you all the News Private or Publick Letters can produce And the whole Catalogue of lies recite Which Baldwin prints or Pyke and Dyer write Excuse me Sir if all you want is this I needs must tell you that you ask amiss All this and more is to your Barbour known He hears when where and how all things are done Verst i th' Arcana of each neighbouring state As well as if he manag'd the debate And President in ev'ry council sate Ask him what Buffleurs do's at Leige design When cautious Catinat invests Turin Or how Joyeux will act upon the Rhine Where Nesmond Sails What'er you 'd wish to learn That Europe's present welfare does concern With the same quickness he can run ye o're As beggars tell their wants from door to door Or a vain Quack his Jargon does repeat When he the gazing crowd designs to cheat Nor can I either spend my Ink or Time To count the Fools who their 's abuse in Rhime Nor let you know how with some monster's sight Lincolns-Inn-Fields and Bridges-Street each night Vainly endeavour people to delight 'T is very difficult I must confess To say which suffers most the Stage or Press They both with monstrous Births so often teem And trifles which besotted Authors dream That with impatience we expect to see When Dryden Congreve or bold Wycherly Will draw in their defence and set 'em free But 'till the Town beholds those happy days 'T will scarce see more new fashons then new Plays TO His HIGHNESS the DUKE of GLOVCESTER Vpon his Installment at Windsor ON Fryday July 24th 1696. TO You Great Prince whose Royal birth does joyn In one the Danish Scotch and English line Who from an Ancient stock of Monarchs trace Th' illustrious Authors of your mighty race With joy her early tribute Honor brings And ranks your Childhood with the greatest Kings Justly conferring Dignities on You Which only are to God-like vertue due Nor can Your want of Years their worth degrade For Hero's are like Poets born not made TO SYLVIA Carrying Scaron 's NOVELS to Church instead of a Common-Pray'r Book SYlvia the Ends of going to Church Are many we own 'T is to all of us known Without any farther search But of this I had scarce any notion 'Till it was made plain That some Amorous swain Was the object of your Devotion If that be Your case your mistake do not smother For ev'ry one knows If this way your heart goes 'T is not fit that your prayers should go t'other But then what Religion d' ye drive at For I begin to doubt Since I have found out That to Common prayer you prefer Private After all I should think you Protestant But that I can prove You 'r o th' Family of Love And no doubt but You 'l soon make the best an 't Yet nevertheless To You Sylvia I guess The promis'd reward will be giv'n For as Iv'e heard say Much to love and to pray Is the only sure way to reach Heav'n TO THE Learned Rich. Blackmore M. D. On his Ingenious POEM PRINCE ARTHUR GReat is His task and great should be his fame Whose noble toyls a stately Pallace frame Where just proportion shapes each finish'd part And the materials suit the builder's art In whose design both use and beauty share Dividing equally his skilful care Nor less deserves the Bard who dares to raise His tuneful voice in some great Hero's praise And boldly Sing the Man whose glorious name Convey'd to us from distant Ages came Who all those triumphs our Fore-Fathers saw Knows in such lively Colours how to draw That we amaz'd his wond'rous virtues view Envy yet wish to imitate 'em too Such is thy Arthur such thy matchless Song Sweet yet Majestick beautiful yet strong Both so surprizing that we hardly know To which the greater debt we Brittains owe. To Him who bravely for our Country fought Or You who all his Battles thus have wrote That Bards to come when they thy work shall see Him shall admire and write in praise of Thee Some Brittish Monarch then whose mighty name Rival's the Conquering Macedonian's fame Like him will weep when in immortal Rhime Plac'd beyond all the vain efforts of time He saw Pelides's God-like actions live And ruin'd Troy's unhappy fall survive He 'l weep and weeping wish that bounteous Heaven Which gave him Arthur's Soul Thine to some Bard had giv'n To thee Great Poet and Physitian too A double portion of our praise is due The Muses lay with Lethergy opprest 'Till you by Sov'raign Art their ills redrest Taught 'em to scorn the Stage's trifling game And at a higher mark direct their aim To it 's first strength you Poetry restore By You encourag'd she again dares Soar And her disease with Saul departing feels While David-like thy Muse both Sings and heals In spite of Criticks rage great Sir go on Perfect the cure you have so well begun Nor mind what men of witty malice say Whose various fancy should you once obey Like the fam'd Painter's piece your work wou'd be Which chang'd to please each nice spectator's eye Became at last all o're deformity Blush not t' have dug thy oar from Virgil's mine The
stamp not metall 't is that makes the coyn Tho' this the Roman's be yet That is Thine THE ASSOCIATION SErve Thee no ne're think blind Fool That manly reason will submit It self to thy Despotick rule Or bear the Yoke thou lay'st on it The sweets of Liberty it long has known Resolv'd in spight of Thee to keep 'em still it 's own Thus I a while Love's power defy'd And play'd the Sullen male-content With fruitless stubborness deny'd To own his lawful government And thought in point of honor could ne're Allegiance both to Him and sov'raign Reason swear 'T was error all I own it now And my misguided zeal recall To that great deity I bow Whose endless power extends to all Since the whole World avers his right for me Singly to thwart it would the height of madness be My will long since to him inclin'd Too cautious Honor checks in vain Desire with Cloe's Beauty joyn'd Urge the attack and conquest gain I yeild and now to Liberty perfer The glorious privilege of serving Love and Her Henceforth their constant Slave I 'le prove And whosoe're those Rebels be That dare ill-tim'd seditions move Against their throne are foes to Me. While Youth and Vigour my intentions wait I 'le bravely lay e'm out in service of the State Philosophy in vain shall try The growing passion to destroy And vanquish'd morals routed fly When e're they would our peace annoy The glorious monarchs shall triumphant reign And reason not attempt to break the pleasing chain TO A LADY That made Images in Wax TO the Same matter Nature's Skill Imparts what shapes so e're it will And Love who Jove so of 't transform'd can make Like him all Lovers different figures take By a Like Power Lucinda You In wax can several forms renew In this with Nature you agree From Chaos You as well as She A piece of perfect Beauty can create And on your hand bid all the Graces wait But first like Love with gentle heat Make it for impression fit Prometheus art Y' already share Your wax does humane figures bear But if as that great Artist did you 'd give Your charming Images the power to live You need not steal your fire above I 'le furnish you with that of love TO BELINDA On Her Recovery from her Fever AS men when stormy winds begin to rise And threatning Clowds o're cast the gloomy Skies By fears of future want and death opprest Their suppliant eyes and hands to Heaven addrest Beg a reprieve and speak in tears the rest So when Belinda's danger wak'd our fears With vows our prayers with sighs we mix'd our tears And humbly ask'd relenting fate would Spare To blast the early beauties of the Fair. Nor vain has been the wish she lives to know What she to us what we to Heav'n owe. She Lives nor has the deadly ill decay'd Those Graces which in all her Features play'd Her sparkling Eyes their wonted lustre dart Her ev'ry look can still command a Heart Unblasted Roses in her cheeks appear And out-blown-Lillys spread their glories there Her coral lips those downy seats of bliss With the same ardour wanton Zephirs kiss 'Till forc'd from thence to her white neck they go And wondring view the yet unmelted Snow There stay to gaze like us amaz'd to find Where fire so lately rag'd That left behind Unchang'd in all things she with cold disdain Still hears her Lovers of their fate complain Remembers not those pains she lately bore But frowns and loads unhappy us with more Yet since Belinda lives we gladly dye Proud such a treasure at that rate to buy So Curtius once into Earth's bowels rode And to his own prefer'd a publick good To a Gentleman that was looking for his Spectacles whilst they were on his Nose SIR I Own your's is a loss That would any man cross Because I don't think I er'e knew one Who cou'd justly deny That a false eye Was good when one wanted a true one Your Spectacles lay As a man may so say Before your eyes only to blind ' em So that it must be granted Their assistance you wanted Were they for nothing else but to find ' em TO A LADY Whose Smock-Sleeves were dirty and tuck'd up FROM Monsieur De VOITURE YOU Mopsa who within Your Sleeve A Thousand Lovers entertain Will you no neater lodging give To all your fawning cringing train There 's no one doubts but that you may By right of Conquest ev'ry Spark You have subdu'd in Prison lay But let it not be quite so dark You keep my heart in dungeon too Like Malefactour to be us'd Which tho devoted so to You You have to ashes e'en reduc'd I burning day and night have drove The Smoak into that place I fear And that the fire of my Love Has made it self a Chimney there A Lattin Epig. Translated PHyllis and Acon Shine with equal grace Whilst but one Eye adorns each lovely Face Thy Starry light to Her bright Youth impart Thus she 'l be Venus whilst thou Cupid art TO DORINDA ON VALENTINE 's Day LOok how my dear the feather'd kind By mutual caresses joyn'd Bill and seem to teach us two What we to love and custom owe. Shall only You and I forbear To meet and make a happy pair Shall we alone delay to live This day an age of bliss may give But Ah! when I the proffer make Still coyly you refuse to take My heart I dedicate in vain The too mean present you disdain Yet since the sollemn time allows To choose the object of our vows Boldly I dare profess my flame Proud to be Yours by any Name The Snow-Ball FAir Julia at my breast took aim Then threw the gather'd snow Secure I dreaded thence no flame Yet feel it burn me now By nature cold it chils the veins But when by Julia thrown In the hot Feavourish blood it reigns With heat before unknown My heart bright Nymph Your Beauty 's due I offer at Your feet Since reconcil'd by Love and You Ev'n contraries can meet Ah! let me not the torment know Of unallay'd desire In vain in vain with Ice or snow You strive to quench the fire 'T is You alone must cool the heat Which You alone could give With equal flames my wishes meet If You wood have me live ODE the XI Out of the First Book of Hor. Tu ne qvaesieris c. NEver teize thy Fair self 't is all madness to know When or how my Dear Nymph to the Shades we shall go Do not trouble old Patridge to rummage his Volumes And cast his fine Figures or such what d' ye call'ums For tho' to a minuit he could tell you your date You 'd be ne're the less fearful to grapple with fate Let us then thank the Gods for the Years that are past Whether this winter we feel be the last We shall hear stormy Boreas bluster and roar Or Heav'n will fling us in one or two more Fill a brimmer
do we thus since ' twon't stand us in stead The approching ill view with more horror and dread Than a Welshman would see the blood drop from his head Bid adieu my Freind here to fond sighs and vain tears Keep your mirth to your self send the Dutchmen your cares Since th 'ave got all our coin let 'em keep all our fears Mahomet's PARADICE AN ODE 'T Was nobly taught and like the man that knew What to Sov'raign sense was due Like one that long had sought a Scheme to find Whose common tyes might reach all Human kind In men it shew'd him deeply read To find they all in this agreed That whate're those of rigid Morals preach Sensuall delight is Nature's utmost reach He saw his tares would all their seed out grow And the Event has prov'd it so He try'd the Soil nor doubted it would bare The pleasant crop of vice he planted there With strength it rose and spread apace Thro' a numerous Warlike race To him with joy the giddy Vulgar flew Who gave 'em leave to sin and to be ign'rant too Hope the mind's anchor and afflictions cure By which we bravely ills endure Hope which inflames the bold with generous heat And makes the Victor resolutely great With such rewards he does incite Such charming prospects of delight As none who like his happy followers know The various sweets of Beauty can forgo Methinks I view the Mighty scene of Joy Feasting there my longing Eye Here a fair crowd of dazling Nymphs I see From envious time and ages malice free No clowds there sky or thoughts o're cast But day and love for ever last Whilst Sparkling Eyes thence bannish care and night At once dispencing Flames and everlasting light There a gay troop of lustly Lovers move Whose business and reward is Love In whom remembrance sweetens all that 's past And fierce desire provokes the future tast Both Sexes shine with equal grace And now they meet and now embrace 'Till wishes are compleat and they enjoy Pleasures that never change yet never cloy Enjoyment here its wretched self undoes And what we get by it we loose No sooner is the Short-liv'd pleasure done But strait the transitory nothings gone But there how blest are th' charming She s With mines whose wealth can ne're decrease Like Fortunatus's are their Lovers gains They use the Virgin Treasure yet it still remains Here only the Imposter was to blame That he to one confin'd their flame Great were the blessings he on Earth bestow'd Greater had been to come had He allow'd What his Successour has below Each man his own Seraglio The fiction then had bore a higher price And change of pleasures made it Paradice On the Pope's Toe OUr Saviours feet when Mary kist with tears She wash't e'm clean then wip'd e'm with her hairs And curious Trav'lers when to Rome they goe To kiss for fashion th' Holy Fathers Toe Wish that some Damsel would that task renew And the same office for his Vicar do TO DORINDA FROM Monsieur De VOITURE CHarming Dorinda when you sing My ravish'd Soul is on the wing Yet here 's You out and won't be gone It quits all senses but the Ear. That that more perfectly may hear It joyns the force of all the five in one Sing treacherous Sirenes and detain The Traveller with pleasing pain And make him court the fate he 'd shun However be what will His choice Dorinda boasts a sweeter voice And they that lissen to 't no danger run If Fortune should be long unkind And sow'r the temper of the mind Her Song deludes th' ungrateful thought For then who ever can't enjoy A perfect ease without alloy He ne're will find it and it can't be bought Whate're the Nightingal in Spring Or Swan before its death can sing And all the feather'd quire too Nay Orpheus Harp Amphion's Lute And all things else without dispute Must humbly yeild the Victory to You. The grateful Musick of the Spheres And what great Jove at Banquets hears When kind Apollo Strikes the Strings The consorts of the beauteous Nine Are none so sweet nor so divine As when Dorinda dear Dorinda Sings THE Fiftieth EPIGRAM OF MARTIAL IMITATED Daphnonas Platonas c. Written to one who had a Fine SEAT HEre rows of Lawrel in just order set Defend the walks from the Sun's parching heat There lofty planes their growing branches spread At once the places ornament and shade Yonder thick cypress forms a silent grove A fit retreat for sorrow and for Love Rich in perfumes your many baths afford A sweet refreshment to their weary'd Lord High rais'd a stately Portico there stands The noble work of some great Artist's hands Where marble Pillars do the roof support And shining jaspars pave the inner Court Hard by a Spatious Hippodrome we see Where the swift racers strive for Victory From thence we hear how with a pleasing sound The murmuring streams glide gently through the ground How nature taught to vary notes by Art In different accents Musick does impart Yet where we find this Beauty and this state Such are the miseries which on riches wait Places are wanting where to Sleep and Eat If this be greatness be it far from me Let me but sleep and eat in Poverty I 'le sigh no more no more will envy those Who real blessings for a shadow lose SONG DID but Dorinda sigh for me Whilst at Her feet I dye The Sun in 's course should never see A happier Swain then I. But ah without concern she views The anguish of my heart And void of pity does refuse To ease the cruel Smart Too partial fate that did ordain The cruel Fair should have A Tyrant's power to kill with pain Without a will to save 'T is just they quench who raise desire Or else why have they charms A Lover no where should Expire But in His Beautie 's arms TO The Right HONOURABLE THE EARL OF NORTHAMPTON AS we when wistly we the infant view The tracts of ancient Features do pursue Which from the Parents face kind Nature drew Or when we some times tho' but rarely trace The lines that did the Father's Father grace Whilst we 're His image viewing in the Child Just thus we cry he look'd and thus he smild Just so my Lord when ever I would see What 't is that all men call Nobility In what it does consist and how it shone When those that did deserve it put it on I have recourfe to you In You alas I can alone perceive what once it was For you alone like your brave Fathers are And do not only Arms and Titles share For if from Scutcheon you a greatness Sought 'T would be because it was without a blot But all their noble qualities retain Heir to their virtues left without a stain And kept You 're free not lavish great not vain Nor yet familiar condescending too Skill'd where Respect's to be receiv'd where due In others I but view the poor remains
brave Girl here 's a health to old Time But to think we can stop his career is a crime He 's too cuning for us while we prattle and sip He has taken his heel's and gin ' us the slip If Yov've bills upon him take 'em down on the nail Tick not till to morrow for fear he should fail To a LADY whom I had the misfortune to hit as I was playing at Bowls THat You dear Nymph have charms unknown Both I and all the world must own And that they are attractive too But little did I think my Bowl Would Sympathetically roll To the same place I us'd to do Had this but been a ball of Gold As was the famous one of old Contended for by th' matchless Three My wonder I had straight lay'd by And own'd I knew the reason why It came so readily to Thee Dorinda do not stand so nigh For if to th' mark it is the Eye Alone that does direct our aim Then I shall be undone by You For whilst 't is you take up my View My bowl will biass there again On a LADY who was almost Burnt to Death whilst She was at Prayers in Her Closet WIth fervent zeal the pious matron pray'd And her whole Soul in thought to Heav'n convey'd Intent on God her busy mind In holy raptures thither soar'd All earthly mixture left behind Prepar'd to meet the bridal Lord. But while with oyl her care the Lamp supplies The greedy flames her Body make their prize Yet Heav'n who by this Ordeal trial found How earnest were her prayers her faith how sound Releiv'd the almost Martyr'd Saint And tho' it prov'd her rather chose She her reward a while should want Than we the great example lose Else had she shar'd that happy Prophet's fate Who snatch'd to Heav'n in flames forsook this mortal state Vpon BELINDA's having the Tooth-ach REstless you lay upon Your bed The pillow did Your arm sustain Your hand supporter of your head Could no way ease the cruel pain The busy Zephirs once did wait To mix with an uncommon air They hung upon your lips and strait They rudely press'd and enter'd there A tender constitution'd Tooth Us'd to one constant sweeter breez Changing as 't were its clime forsooth Had thereby gotten a disease And the cold Rheum your gumms did yeild Was clearer far then morning dew Or Crystal drops from rock distill'd Or from Your Eyes that greif e're drew Your Teeth like Parian marble white Did weep like Parian marble too Sure Sign the day could not be bright When such dark clouds hung over You. Your cheek too swoln did impair The radient glories of Your Eye As if weak mortals could not bear So great a light so nigh Says one 't was tedious to produce When Young those Instruments of pain And were I in your case would chuse To have them out again Oh! no a tooth from Her would be To Spoil the Musick of her song And then the Art would want a Key Which sure is found in her alone I try'd if ought upon the ail A thousand kisses would prevail Nor vain was my endeavour I press'd the Cheek and warm'd the Gumm Infus'd a heat expell'd the Rheum And left her as well as ever MARTIAL Lib. 4. Epig. 22. SCarce yet enjoy'd and half afraid to prove The melting joys of consummated Love From my embraces leapt the bashfull Bride And plunging in the crystal River try'd To cool Love's heat and all her beauties hide But the pure stream betray'd her trembling there Amidst the waves I saw and knew the fair Like flowers enclos'd in glass my ravish'd sight Ran over ev'ry part with fresh delight Till eager grown to tast the tempting bliss I div'd and spight of coyness snatch'd a kiss But the waves clearness made me stop at this TO A LADY That wept for the loss of He little Dog FROM Monsieur De VOITURE BRight Goddess I so much adore And whose assistance I implore Forbear to weep in such a measure If as they say Aurora's tears Consolidate in gemms my fears â—ell me You 'l lose too vast a treasure Alas I should too happy grow Too rich and summs too mighty owe Were half these tears but shed for me But see the lavish't pearly drops Are thrown away upon poor pupps That Kings and Kingdoms too wou'd buy Bright Cynthia in the Starry Sky Who best can with Your glories vie Nor yet is Cynthia quite so fair When ever she begins to rise Often weeps and often sighs But for a Lover are her Tears If like her You 'd weep and sigh You must Your cruelty lay by And your affection better Show Placing it better like Her You Must distill the pearly dew On all us mortals here below Her pity sure is weakness all Who for favourite Shocks can cry With tender finger put in Eye And unconcern'd see us men fall The FLATTERER AH happy King Damocles crys How undisturb'd are all thy joys Who seest on thy well furnish'd board Whate're rich nature can afford Whate're luxurious sense can feast Or gratifie the Eye or tast See with what hast the Courtiers run To wait on Thee their rising Sun How they observe the awful nod Of mighty Thee their only God Thy word can make the poor man great And like the Deity 's create Thy frown can change the rich man's fate How beauty pleasure ease and Love As thy attendants always move Ah! happy King might I but be For one short day as great as Thee With joy the next my hated breath I wou'd resign to welcom Death Unknowing wretch the King reply'd Thy wish obtain'd will soon decide Our Happiness and let thee know That I am more a wretch than thou And now in Royal Honours drest Attended to a sumptuous feast The mock King goes where o're his head By the weak tenure of a thread He hanging sees the pointed Steal To check the Luxurie of 's meal Then at the smiling Tyrants feet Lays down in hast his Robes of State Not that I so much dread says he The fatal Sword I yonder see Tho' that be sharp yet I begin To feel more pointed cares within Written in a Young Lady's Waller FAlsely do flatt'ring Poets say That all the Gods Love's power obey That whate're beauty does command It's Edicts nothing can withstand Just now when thro' my wounded Heart From Your fair Eyes Love shot his dart When on your beauteous face I gaz'd At that bright Heav'n of charms amas'd I would the silent Lyre ha' strung To Lays beyond e'en Wallers Song I would Dorinda You have set Far above his Amoret Above his Sacharissa too I would have rais'd more beauteous You. And verses made as his compleat M' expression soft my fancy neat Surprizing thoughts in ev'ry line With pleasing turns like His should shine The tuneful God refus'd t' inspire My breast with that Poetick fire Which thro' all Waller's veins did run And spight of coldness urg'd him on When in