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A35554
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Amoret, or, Policy defeated, in a satyrical dialogue between Mopsus and Damon
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L. C.
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1682
(1682)
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Wing C80; ESTC R7580
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a too curious eye Forsake my flock since the just Pan will keep As well the quiet shepherds as the sheep Safely thro' lifes tempestuous Sea we steer Who bear our own but make our selves no care And motions rest when in its proper Sphere As Story tells before his time Sol's Heir Mounting but once his Father's burning Chair Unfit for Rule though while a Swain none had So near resemblance with a rural God Perish'd himself and with misguided flame Endanger'd Heaven's Universal Frame Yet lest you think 't is dull Stupidity Makes me affect this safe Obscurity Know I'm more Publick-Spirited than You who 're cautious only of Known Plots I New Which I 'le disclose to shew how far you 've err'd That very Stranger you so lately heard Espouse our Cause with melting Words and Eyes That mov'd us less for our own Fate than his Tries each Malitious Satyrs subtlest Arts To blind our judgments and betray our hearts No Worms more secretly decay the Rose Or in our Flocks the hid Contagion grows Then they ' mongst us scatter Sedition's Seeds Strive to lay fallow or ore-run with Weeds Ere since deservedly they lost these flowry meeds Nor wants he skill to know which best will move case Us to his ends Ambition Fear or Love With which when 's vvrought dislike t' our present Moulds us to any new ones as he please Uneven tempers by the two first are sway'd And you in both unluckily betray'd But I untoucht resisted all his art Till beauty made a passage to my heart For though unmov'd in Loyalty and Truth He found an easie softness in my Youth And all the tender symptoms that do prove A frame by nature pliable to Love He shew'd me then the beauteous Amoret And who cou'd see and scape He whilst I stood with all her charms amaz'd And on her heavenly features only gaz'd Whisper'd soft words such words that she Was pleas'd with them and for their sakes with me Such words Each Goddess stood with listning ear And smil'd and wish'd to her he 'd made the pray'r They with th' innocence of my look and mein Mov'd her to pity and say she 'd be mine Mopsus Stay now you talk of Love did you not see my Wife For I 'm so busie with the affairs of Life I 'de e'ne forgot to ask although but now One of our Lads just told me that he saw A spruce young Corser o' th' other Town Though 'ts out of season give her a green Gown Damon O name not Women they 've ever been our curse And of all ills to us the fatal source Through Women first from Paradise we fell And through that Stranger they 're Hells Agents still Yours must be false since mine is so and she Had all her Sexes truth and constancy Till by those arts he won her first to me He taught her scorn this low humility Urging her merit claim'd a Sovereign sway For she was alwaies Lady o' th' May. And since heaven had her frame 'bove ours refin'd For somewhat greater than a Swain't design'd Then tamper'd thus with me now times are fit For change side thou with me I 'll make thee Great You say you love and greatness will regain Your Amoret and firmly both maintain 'T was well I lov'd for the well baited hook My sinking virtue desperately shook Till that with just disdain my heart did fire For that where birth fails can great Souls inspire What though her shape excells all Womankind My admiration's not to that confin'd I lov'd her virtue and when that decays Fancy may live but real passion dies Tell her said I I here her loss will mourn And use base means though to injoy her scorn 'T is just that You who your Allegiance loose Shou'd have 't repaid by Wives in broken Vows But why must I be lost since none did more Then Damon all you Deities adore No Shepherd did more holy Off'rings bring Lambs fruit fresh waters o' th' living Spring Or did in sweeter Notes your praises sing Not even they whose virtue grew so high As here on earth to share your Deity 'T was well-plac'd Love rais'd most of you to Gods And I in Amoret had sure the Odds. O no! though Beauty finely guild the Face 'T is Golden Constancy that makes the Price And such were they so to their Lovers true That had you then been Gods they had resisted you 'T was such I dreamt my Amoret wou'd prove And such she was when led by artless Love You may remember how each Sunny day Wi'th ' same Innocence those Young Lambs play In every pleasant Shade inclasp'd we lay And in soft breathings sigh'd our Souls away No damask rose so purely blush'd as she Such was the force of native modesty Whilst in her bosom wantonly I threw Pinks Vi'lets Jes'min sweetest Flowers that grew Yet sweeter there then in May's pearly dew I carv'd her name on every growing bark With that I did my wandring younlings mark There were unfens'd lay open to the Strand Her name prescrib'd the limits o' my Land I found no Bird that nature fram'd for speech But did ther name in various Sonets teach That made the sweetest musick o' the wood And Eccho that so plainly understood That 't wou'd of 't self in whistling Winds repeat And in just motions neighb'ring Waters beat But now bleak Winds blast all the tender Sprouts And quaking Sheep peirce thro their tater'd Coats No Birds are heard here but the gastly Owl Shrieking her baleful note Wolves howl And stormy Waves in foaming Billows roul You see I 'm not the merry Swain I was But here forlorn stretch'd on this witherd grass In doleful sighs the tedious hours pass She heard for Cupid so design'd while she Beneath a Wilows shady Covert lay And whether shame made her so long forbear Or curiosity of hearing more Who knows at last she lest he farther griev'd His drooping Spirits in such words reviv'd I thro another first to you did yield But 's your own merit now has won the field I heard Maids always did their Lovers try Ere they resign'd themselves and liberty But lest thro ill conduct in the search there lie Some seeming cause for future jealousie Know that I stood by all their Arts unmov'd And most then when I seem'd to scorn my Damon lov'd And thus their ease and wealth I 'le quit for you And that 's a pow'rful argument I 'm true Come since the night grows on let 's homeward go And love when there will prompt us what to do He snatch'd his Pipe and as they went he play'd Such tender notes as sooth'd the yielding Maid And she to work his growing passion high Sung to his Pipe in sweetest harmony These following Words Since Lov 's the business of our Sex 'Ts your's to keep us True Pan Shepherds only made for us And us rewards to you If we Love on then cal's not false Tho it should prove elsewhere 'T is you are false in leaving yours We move but in our Sphere So Planets tho they 're wandring Stars And yo 've oft cal'd me so We 've found in their unequal ways A just proportion go Mopsus the while wi'th ' same grizly Beard That made him once as Policitian fear'd And help of horns sneakt off wi'th ' next Herd FINIS