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A62661	Lycidus, or, The lover in fashion being an account from Lycidus to Lysander, of his voyage from the Island of Love : from the French / by the same author of The voyage to the Isle of Love ; together with a miscellany of new poems, by several hands.; Voyage de l'Isle d'amour. English	Tallemant, Paul, 1642-1712.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1688 (1688)	Wing T129; ESTC R10984	74,345	260

Lysanders Eyes Yes yes tormenter I have found thee now And found to whom thou dost thy being owe 'T is thou the blushes dost impart For thee this languishment I wear 'T is thou that tremblest in my heart When the dear Shepherd do's appear I faint I dye with pleasing pain My words intruding sighing break When e're I touch the charming swain When e're I gaze when e're I speak Thy conscious fire is mingl'd with my love As in the sanctify'd abodes Misguided worshippers approve The mixing Idol with their Gods. In vain alas in vain I strive With errors which my soul do please and vex For superstition will survive Purer Religion to perplex Oh! tell me you Philosophers in love That can its burning feaverish fits controul By what strange Arts you cure the soul And the fierce Calenture remove Tell me yee fair ones that exchange desire How t is you hid the kindling fire Oh! wou'd you but confess the truth It is not real virtue makes you nice But when you do resist the pressing youth 'T is want of dear desire to thaw the Virgin Ico And while your young adorers lye All languishing and hopeless at your feet Raising new Trophies to your chastity Oh tell me how you do remain discreet How you suppress the rising sighs And the soft yeilding soul that wishes in your Eyes While to th' admiring crow'd you nice are found Some dear some secret youth that gives the wound Informs you all your virtu's but a cheat And Honour but a false disguise Your modesty a necessary bait To gain the dull repute of being wise Deceive the foolish World deceive it on And veil your passions in your pride But now I 've found your feebles by my own From me the needful fraud you cannot hide Thô t is a mighty power must move The soul to this degree of love And thô with virtue I the World perplex Lysander finds the weekness of my sex So Helen while from Theseus arms she fled To charming Paris yeilds her heart and Bed. SONG By a person of Quality AH cruel Beauty cou'd you prove More tender or less fair You neither wou'd provoke my Love Nor cause me to despair But your dissembling charming Eyes My easy hope beguiles And thô a Rock beneath'em lys The tempting surface smiles To what your sex on ours impose My humble Love comply'd And when my secret I disclos'd Thought modesty deny'd Yes sure said I her yeilding heart Pertakes of my desire But nicer Honour feigns this part To hide the rising fire Against your mind my sute I told And slighted vows renew'd Yet you insensibly were cold And I but vainly woo'd Then for return a scorn prepare Or lay that frown aside Affected coyness I can bear But hate insulting Pride SONG By a person of Quality UNder the Beams of Celia's Eyes See the fair Shepherd panting lys For whom all other Beauty dys Him thô she burn with equal fire She suffers at her feet t' expire Preferring glory to desire Dye then oh dye unhappy swain And leave her to lament in vain The cruel sports of her disdain You fall a Publique sacrifice Since she will weep away those Eyes By whose each look a lover dyes SONG I. by the same hand WHen sable night had conquer'd day And Beauteous Cynthia rose As I in tears reflecting lay On Cloe's faithless vows The God of Love appear'd to me To heal my wounded heart The Influencing Deity With pleasure arm'd each Dart. Fond man said he here end thy wo Till she my power and Iustice know The foolish sex shall all do so 2. And for thy ease believe no bliss Is perfect without pain The fairest Summer hurtful is Without some showrs of Rain The Ioys of Heaven who wou'd prise If men too cheaply bought the dearest part of mortal Ioys Most charming is when sought And thô with dross true Love they pay Those that know finest metals say No Gold will coyn without allay 3. But that the generous Lover may Not always sigh in vain The cruel Nymph that kills to day To morrow shall be slain The little God no sooner spoke But from my sight he flew And I that groan'd with Cloe's yoak Found Loves revenge was true Her proud hard heart too late did turn With fiercer flames than mine did burn While I as much began to scorn A Pastoral Song on the late King. WHy Phillis in this mournful dress Ah! why so full of Tears These sighs my dearest Shepherdess Suit not thy tender years Thy sheep lye panting on the plain Not one of them will feed Thy Lambs in peircing crys complain Whence whence does this proceed Ah Strephon we are all undone With trembling voyce she said The best of Men to Heaven is gone The great Amintor's dead What will become of thou and I Of these dear Flocks that moan They will be Stole and we shall dye Now wise Amintor's gone Best blessings rest upon his Soul The Loyal Swain reply'd Yet let this thought thy greif controul Pan does for us provide And thô the brave Amintor's gone Alexis does remain Since he is left we 're not undone Nor ought we to complain In him our loss is made amends He 'll us in safty keep From whigish Swains he 'll us defend From the French Fox our Sheep Then cheer thy Flocks and weep no more But stop that pious tide With Voice and Pipe lets Pan adore For sending such a guide The Departure by Damon Nouem 78. I Never knew what 't was to mourn Ere the too hasty glass had run Which measur'd every thought of mine Still as I offer'd at Loves shrine My heart a bleeding Sacrifice The conquest of Aminta's Eyes Those shining objects of my Love How did the searching passion rove O're all my soul its quickning fire Melted my heart with soft desire While my Aminta blest this plain I never felt another pain Than Love which always do's belong To the gentle Amorous throng But now Oh! wonder not great God of Love If the strong passion cease to move Within my soul Aminta's gone And left me here to sigh alone How vain do's the vast Globe appear No sweetning pleasures can live here While bright Aminta is not neer No warbling notes which fill the Wood Nor murmurs which the streams afford Can raise in me that harmony Which ravisht with such extasie When the fair she approacht each charm Guarded my humble soul from harm Nothing can now transport or cheer A tortur'd soul that 's fill'd with fear Since lov'd Aminta quits the place Which she with Innocence did Grace Then will I wander to some Grove Where I 'le lament my absent Love And with cold Winter still complain Till the lost spring return again To Amintas Upon reading the Lives of some of the Romans by Mrs. B. HAd'st thou Amintas liv'd in that great age When hardly Beauty was to nature known What numbers to thy side might'st thou engage And conquer'd Kingdoms by thy looks alone That

Mrs B. from a Lady who had a desire to see her and who complains on the ingratitude of her fugitive Lover KInd are my Stars indeed but that so late And I stranger to a gentle fate If such a one I meet and chance to know I have not proper words to call it so Wondering at happiness surpris'd as far As a rough General always train'd to War Snatch'd from the midst of cruel fierce alarms Into a thousand unexpected charms A joy like this how shall I entertain With a heart wounded and a soul in pain In my laborious enterprises crost My life near Finis and the Day quite lost Cleone had a Swain and lov'd the youth Not for his Beauty but his seeming truth Not for a goodly herd or high descent Ah that no God my ruin would prevent What thô the Swain had neither Sheep nor land I scorn'd the goods of fortunes partial hand So generous was my passion for the slave Because I equally suppos'd him brave Oh! give me leave to sigh one sad adieu Then wholly dedicate myself to you I have no business here but to complain Of all the treasons of an ingrate Swain Since my inhumane perjur'd Shepherd ' s gone Night four seven times has put her mantle on And three seven times Aurora has appear'd Since last I from the cruel Strephon heard Whither he lives is dead or on what shore Patience ye Gods ala I know no more Then why my Stars do my destruction press Send me your pity bounteous Shepherdess That I the face of grief no more may know If I deserve it that cou'd Love so low Consult not that but charity and give One tender pittying sigh that I may live That I may thus make my complaint to you Kind are my Stars indeed at last 't is true Let not my rude and untam'd griefs destroy The early glimmerings of an infant joy And add not your neglect for if you doe Cleone finds her desolation too Know this it yet remains in your fair breast To render me the happy or unblest You may act miracles if you 'l be kind Make me true joys in real sorrows find And bless the hour I hither did pursue A faithless Swain and found access to you Accept the heart I here to you present By the ingratitude of Strephon rent Till then gay noble full of brave disdain And unless yours prevent shall be again As once it was if in your generous brest It may be Pensioner at my request No more to Treasons subject as before To be betray'd by a fair tale no more As large as once as uncontroul'd and free But yet at your command shall always be To the fair Clarinda who made Love to me imagin'd more than Woman By Mrs. B. FAir lovely Maid or if that Title be Too weak too Feminine for Nobler thee Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth And let me call thee Lovely Charming Youth This last will justifie my soft complaint While that may serve to lessen my constraint And without Blushes I the Youth persue When so much beauteous Woman is in view Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain In pity to our Sex sure thou wer 't sent That we might Love and yet be Innocent For sure no Crime with thee we can commit Or if we shou'd thy Form excuses it For who that gathers fairest Flowers believes A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves Thou beauteous Wonder of a different kind Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd When e'r the Manly part of thee wou'd plead Thou tempts us with the Image of the Maid While we the noblest Passions do extend The Love to Hermes Aphrodite the Friend FINIS The Table TO a fair Lady sent with a Miscellany of Poems P. 1 To Urania in Mourning 2 SONG 3 On Beauty A Pindarick 4 SONG 10 SONG Ibid. To the Heroick Antonia 11 To Laurinda 13 On a Lady singing 15 To Mr. W. 16 Armida Or the fair Gill. 17 Predictions for Saturday next 21 To Astrea on her sending me a Bottle of Orange Flower Water 22 To Cloris going into the Country 23 SONG 24 To a Lady whom he never saw nor had any description of to prove he loves her By a Person of Quality 24 Song by the same hand 26 Sleeping on her fair hand 28 To Gloriana on saying I had a tough heart Ibid. Sent with Ovid's Epistles to a fair Lady 29 Sent with a Basket of Fruit. 30 Love cannot be indifferent 31 To Astrea On her absence during which I could not write 32 To the most accomplisht Heroick and incomparable the Lady Antonia 33 Sent with Cowley's Works to Astrea 35 To my Heart 36 Dialogue Thirsis and Clarona 39 SONG 40 Strephon to his three Mistresses 42 To the Fam'd Antonia On her Duelling 44 SONG 47 On an ungreateful and undeserving Mistress whom he could not help loving 49 On the Death of Melantha 55 To the Nightingal coming in the spring 60 A Pastoral on the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earl of Ossory to the Lady Mary Somerset By Edw. Arwaker M. A. 71 A SONG 80 A Pastoral on the Death of His late Majesty writtet by M. Otway 81 SONG 82 Strephons complaint banisht from Sacarisa 84 An Elegie written by Mr. W. O. 85 A Pindarick to Mrs. Behn on her Poem on the Coronation written by a Lady 89 To Mr. Wolseley on his Preface to Valentinan By a Lady of Quality 95 Mr. Wolseley's Answer to the foregoing Copy 96 To the Honourable Sir Francis Fane on his Play called the Sacrifice by Mrs. A. B. 102 Cato's Answer to Labienus when he advis'd him to consult the Oracle of Jupiter Ammon 106 To his Grace the Duke of Ormond upon his leaving the Government of Ireland 109 SONG 111 To Damon 112 Song of Basset by Sir George Etherege 118 To the Lord Bishop of Rochester on his History of the Plot. 120 Vpon the arrival of his Excellency the Earl of Clarendon in Ireland by a M. of A. 122 A Poem against Fruition by Alexis 127 To Alexis in Answer to his Poem against Fruition 129 To Alexis on his saying I lov'd a man that talkt much by Mrs. B. 132 A Pastoral on the Marriage of the Right Honourable the Earl of Dorset and Middlesex to the Lady Mary Compton by Mrs. Behn 134 On desire A Pindarick by Mrs. B. 145 Song By a Person of Quality 152 Song By a Person of Quality 153 Song By the same hand 154 A Pastoral Song on the late King. 157 The departure by Damon Novemb. 78. 159 To Amintas upon reading the lives of some of the Romans by Mrs. B. 161 On the first discovery of falseness in Aminta by Mrs. B. 164 SONG 167 On a Blow spot made in a Ladys neck by Gun-powder by a Person of Quality 168 On Dido 169 SONG Ibid. The Choice 170 A Letter to Astrea 171 To Mrs. B. from a Lady who had a desire to see her 172 To the fair Clarinda who made Love to me imagin'd more than Woman By Mrs. B. 175 FINIS Killkeny School France Monts The Western War. Duke of Beaufort Duke of Ormond The Earl of Rochester her Vncle