pâ—aâ—'d to rule alone Love only from thy heart exacts The several dâ—bts thy face contracts And by that new and juster way â—â—cures thy Empire and his sway Fav'ring but one he might compel The hopeless Lover to rebel But shou'd he other hearts thus share That in the whole so worthless are Shou'd into several squadrons draw That strength which kept entire cou'd awe Men would his scatter'd powers deride And conqu'ring Him those spoils divide TO Mr J. N. on his Translations out of French and Italian WHile others toil our Country to supply With what we need only for Luxury Spices and Silk in the rich East provide To glut our Avarice and feed our pride You forreign learning prosperously transmit To raise our Virtue and provoke our Wit You â—orreign learning prosperously transmit To raise our Vertue and provoke our Wit Such brave designs your gen'rous soul inflame To be a bold Adventurer for Fame How much oblig'd are Italy and France While with your voice their Musick you advance Your growing Fame with Envy can oppose Who sing with no less art then they compose In these attempts so few have had success Their Beauties suffer in our English dress By artless hands spoil'd of their native air They seldom pass from moderately fair As if you meant these injuries to atone You give them charms more conqu'ring then their own Not like the dull laborious Flatterer With secret art those graces you confer The skilful Painters with slight stroaks impart That subtil beauty which affects the heart There are who publickly profess they hate Translations and yet all they write translate So proud they scorn to drive a lawfull trade Yet by their wants are shameless Pâ—rates made These you incense while you their thefts reveal Or else prevent in what they meant to steal From all besides you are secure of praise But you so high our expectation raise A genâ—ral discontent we shall declare If such a workman only shou'd repair You to the dead your Piety have shewn Adorn'd their monuments now build your own Drawn in the East we in your lines may trace That Genius which of old inspir'd the place The banish'd Muses back to Greece you bring Where their best airs you so divinely sing The world must own they are by you restor'd To sacred shades where they were first ador'd Virtues Vrania HOpeless I languish out my days Struck with Urania's conqu'ring eyes The wretch at whom she darts these rayes Must feel the wound untill he dies Though endless be her cruelty Calling her beauties to my mind I bow beneath her tyranny And dare not murmur she 's unkind Reason this tamness does upbraid Proffâ—â—ing to arm in my defence But when I call her to my aid She 's more a Traitor then my sense No sooner I the warr declare But strait her succour she denies And joyning forces with the fair Confirms the conquest of her eyâ—s Silvia THe Nymph that undoes me is fair unkind No less then a wonder by Nature design'd She 's the grief of my heart the joy of my eye And the cause of a flame that never can die Her mouth from whence wit still obligingly flows Has the beautiful blush and the smell of the rose Love and destiny both attend on her will She wounds with a look with a frown she can kill The desperate Lover can hope no redress Where beautie and rigour are both in excess In Silvia they meet so unhappy am I Who sees her most love who loves her must die To Celia AS in those Nations where they yet adore Marble and Cedar and their aid implore 'T is not the Workman nor the precious Wood But 't is the Worshipper that makes the God So cruel Fair though Heaven has giv'n thee all We Mortals Virtue or can Beauty call T is we that give the Thunder to your frowns Darts to your Eyes and to our selves the wounds Without our Love which proudly you deride Vain were your Beauty and more vain your Pride All envy'd beings that the world can shew Still to some meaner thing their greatness ow Subjects make Kings and we the numerous Train Of humble Lovers constitute thy Reign This difference only Beauties Realm may boast Where most it favours it enslaves the most And they to whom it is indulgent found Are ever in the rudest fetters bound What Tyrant yet but thee was ever known Cruel to those that serv'd to make him one Valour 's a Vice if not with Honour joyn'd And Beauty a Disease when 't is not kind The Submission AH Pardon Madam if I ever thought Your smallest favors could too dear be bought And the just greatness of your Servants flame I did the poorness of their spirits name Calling their due attendance Slavery Your power of Life and Death flat Tyranny Since now I yield and do confess there is No way too hard that leads to such a bliss So when Hippomanes beheld the Race Where loss was Death and Conquest but a Face He stood amazed at the fatal strife Wondring that Love shou'd dearer be then Lise But when he saw the Prize no longer staid But through those very dangers sought the Maid And won her too O may his Conquest prove A happy Omen to my purer Love Which if the honour of all Victory In the resistance of the Vanquisht lie Though it may be the least regarded Prize Is not the smallest Trophy of your eyes Constancy FEar not my Dear a slame can never die That is once kindled by so bright an eye Look on thy self and measure thence my love Think what a passion such a form must move For though thy Beauty first allur'd my sight Yet now I look on it but as the light That led me to the treasury of thy mind Whose inward virtue in that feature shin'd That knot be confidenâ— will ever last Which Fancy ty'd and Reason has made fast So fast that time although it may disarm Thy lovely face my faith can never harm And age deluded when it comes will find My love remov'd and to thy soul assign'd The passion I have now shall ne're grow less No though thy own fair self should it oppress I could e'en hazard my Eternity Love but again and twill a Heaven be The Indifference THanks fair Urania to your scorn I now am free as I was born Of all the pain that I endur'd By your late coldness I am câ—r'd â—n losing me proud Nymph you lose The humblest Slave your Beauty knows In losing you I but throw down A cruel Tyranâ—t from her Throne â— must confess I ne're could finâ— Your equal or in shape or mind Y 'ave beauty wit and all things know But where you shou'd your love bestow â— unawares my freedom gave And to those Tyrants grew a Slave But would y 'ave kept what you have won You should have more compassion shewn Love is a burthen which two hearts When equally they bear their parts With pleasure carry but no
Dear If we were not alone But now Love whispers in my ear There 's somewhat to be done She said she never would forgive He kissing swore she should And told her she was mad to strive Against their mutual good What farther past I canot tell But sure not much amiss He vow'd he lovâ—d her dearly well She answered with a kiss SONG GEet you gone you will undo me If you love me don't pursue me Let that inclination perish Which I dare no longer cherish It does of late so fast prevail It must go now or not at all For should it gather farther strength 'T would give my Honour Laws at length With harmless thoughts I did begin But in the Crowd Love entred in I knew him not he was so gay So innocent and full of play At every hour in every place I neither saw nor form'd your face All that in Playes was finely writ My thoughts for you and me were fit My Dreams at night were all of you Such as till then I never knew I sported thus in young desire Chear'd with light free from his fire But now his Teeth and Claws are grown Let me the Fatal Lion shun You found me harmless leave me so For were I not you 'd leave me too SONG PHillis you have enough enjoy'd The pleasures of Disdain Methinks your pride shou'd now be cloy'd And grow it self again Open to Love your long shut Brest And entertain it's sweetest Guest Love that can heal the wounds he gives And can ill usage slight May laugh at all that Fate contrives Full of it's own delight For in his Chains w' are happier far Then Kings themselves without 'em are Leave then to tame Philosophy The joyes of quietness With me into Loves Empire fly And taste my happiness Where even Tears and Sighs can show Pleasures the cruel never know MADAM for your Commands to stay Is the mean duty of a Wretch Whose service you with wages pay Lovers should at occasion catch Not idly wait till it be brought But with the deed o'retake your thought Honour and Love let them give o're Who do their duty and no more AWake my Eyes at night my thoughts pursue Your Charming Shape find it ever new If I my weary breast to sleep resign In gaudy Dreams your love and beauty shineâ— Dreams with such Extasies Pleasures fill'd As to those joyes they seem can only yield Nor do they yield perhaps wou'd you allow Dear Flavia that I once might know SONG PHillis let 's shun the common Fate And let our love never turn to hate I 'le dote no longer then I can Without being call'd a faithless Man VVhen we begin to want Discourse And kindness seems to tast f force As freely as we met we 'le part Each one possest of their own heart Thus whil'st grave Fools themselves undo We 'll Game and give off Savers too So equally the match we 'll make Both shall be glad to draw the stake A smile of thine shall make my bliss I will enjoy thee in a kiss I 'le love and hate just where you do And for 't no other reason know When from this height my love does fall Wee 'l bravely scorn to love at all If thy affection first decay I 'le the whole blame on Nature lay Alas what Cordial can remove The hasty Fate of dying Love I 'le grieve as for a friend deceas'd And with the next as well be pleas'd Thus we will all the World excel In loving and in living well DISTICH ALthough no Art the Fire of Love can tame 'T is oft extingiush't by an equal flame THE painted Apples that adorn Of yon'd fair Tree the Airy top And seems our dull approach to scorn From their weak Stalk must one day drop And out of reach of Mortals plac't Be the vile food of Worms at last Thus ends of Humane things the Pride Born down Times ever-flowing Tide Thy Matchless Beauty that we all Now with such heat and passion court Though kept from worthy Lovers shall Confess its Tyranny but short Then do not Love with Anger meet Nor cruel be to seem discreet Shunning what Nature does intend Things seldom meet a Nobler â—nd SONG NOt Celia that I juster am Or better then the rest For I would change each hour like them Were it my interest But I am ty'd to very thee By every thought I have Should you my heart but once set free I would be no more slave All that is Woman is ador'd In thy dear self I find For your whole Sex can but afford The handsome and the kind Why then should I seek farther store And still make love anew VVhen change it self can give no more 'T is easie to be true SONG THirsis no more against my flame advise But let me be in love and be you wife Here end and there begin a new address Pursue the vulgar easie happiness Leave me to Amaranta who alone Can in my sullen heart erect her Throne know as wâ—ll as you 't is mean to burn For one who to our â—lame makes no return But you like me know not those conquering eyes Which mock prevention by a quick surprize And now like a hurt Deer in vain I start From her that in my breast has hid the Dart. Though I can never reach her Excellence Take somewhat in my hopeless Loves defence Her Beauty is her not esteemed VVealth And Graces move about her eyes by stealth Vertue in others the forc't Child of Art Is but the constant temper of her Heart All charms her Sex so often courts in vain Like Indian Fruit which our cold Earth disdain Iâ— her grow wild as in their Native Air And she has all perfection without care O Loves harms she has a gentle sense 〈◊〉 Beauty else would clogg her innocence Like a wise Prince she rules her servants so That neither want nor Luxury they know None vainly hoping what she may not give Like humble slaves at small expence we live And I the wretched comfort only share To be the last whom she will bid despair SONG I Ask not my Celia would love me again In its own pleasure my love is pay'd I 'le find such excuses for all her disdain That shortly to frown I 'le make her afraid Her neglect of me of her self I 'le think care Her cruelty I her strict Vertue will name When least kind she seems I 'le believ her most near And call her refusal but a Virgins Fame Thus all that was wont heretofore to cure love In me shall increase and stir up the fire I 'le make her at last some kind remedy prove Since all others but increase my desire Whil'st no man enjoyes that which I court in vain And Celia to none is kinder then me To 〈◊〉 Honour I 'le yield and never complain But dyâ— at her feet if so it decree SONG DRink a bout till the day find us These are pleasures that will last Lâ—t no foolish passion blind us Joys of
make you-sick But without Complement or Pray'r Which are but words and words but Air Bacchus will take me to his Table And seat me ' midst the jolly Rabble A NEW SONG OF all the brisk Dancers my Saleena for me For I love not a woman unless she be free The affection that I to my Mystriss do pay Grows weary unless she do meet me half-way There can be no pleasure till humour do hit Then Jumping is as good as affection in wit No sooner I came but she lik'd me as soon No sooner I ask'd but She graunted my boon And without a preamble a Portion or Joynter She promis'd to meet me where ere I appoint her So we struck up the Match and Embraced each other Without the consent of Father or Mother Then away with the Lady that 's Modest and Coy Let her end be the pleasure that we do enjoy Let her tickle her Fancy with secret delight And refuse all the day what she longs for at night I believe my Sallena say they are all mad To pick on dry bones while flesh may be had The Pot Rapsodes I Le leave the dish and hugg the Glasse Whatere's the meat give me the sauce Who swallows Crit and never drinks Slike him that speaks before he thinks Meat 's but a gross parenthesis No essence but in liquid bliss Iove were a mortal were it not Hee 's deified by the Pot Europa sat not on his Back Had he not swam through Seas of Sack I 'le mount my thoughts to Giant height I 'm Constellation in conceit I 'le pluck down Sol and mount his Sphere Then sullen Daphne shall appear And seeing me grasp Pboebus rayes Shall cringe and crown me with her Bayes I 'le rape the Moon it shall be said Cynthia ' th chang'd the name of Maid Her twinkling Girles shall all be ta'ne No Virgin left to bear her train Thus Conquering Sun Moon and Stars With gods themselves I 'le wager Warrs Or if on Earth my Minde can rest I 'le be a Monarch at the least Our dull Plebeians shall grow quicker Rincâ—ng their muddy brains in liquor The Miser then shall scatter Cash For Wine shall change his Balderdash And sing and drink and sing Till every subject turn a King The Conquer'd Gods shall make us legs Intreating they may sip the dregs Thus will we tipple till the World Into Oblivion is hurl'd And when we seel Old-Age doth come We 'll post into Elyzium And there our chiefest Joy shall be To think of past Felicitie SONG IT is not Chloris your disdain Can ever cover with despair Or in cold Ashes hide that care Which I have fed with so long pain I may perhaps my Eyes refrain And fruitless words no more impart But yet still serve still serve you in my heart What though I spend my hapless days In finding Entertainments out Careless of what I go about Or seek my peace in skilful ways Applying to my Eyes new Rayes Of Beauty and another flame Unto my heart my heart is still the same 'T is true that I could love no sace Inhabited by cold disdain Taking delight in others pain Your looks are full of native grace Scorn there by chance alone has place And 't is my hope I may in time remove This scorn one day One day by endless Love SONG AH Chloris wou'd the Fates allow We still might love as we love now The world has no such â—oyes in store Fancy it self can wish no more For nothing sure so sweet can prove As pleasures of bâ—ginning Love But Love when to his height arriv'd Of all our Joyes is shortest liv'd His Morning past he sets so soon That none can find his afternoon And of that little time is lent Half in unkindness is mispent Since Face to Love so shore life gives And Loves so tender while he lives Let us remove mean doubts away So to prevent his first decay Like Vines no second wound Love bears But weeps away his life in Tears To CHLORIS CHloris since you my passion know And ev'â—y â—â—â—k my Love â—oes â—how Sinâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—est wâ—ich so â—â—ng did â—way To your soft 〈…〉 gives â—â—y A slave to all the Motions of your Will Why would you have me pine and languish still I know you cannot love to see The many pains that torture me When at your feet my self I lay You always turn your eyes away Beauty a softness from its Nature takes Which cannot look upon the wounds it makes Nor can your tender breast yet be From all Arrests of Passion free No 't is some happier Love I fear Has taken up the Lodgings there While like an importuning Beggar I Turn'd out of doors must thenceforth starve die OCâ—AVIO to PORTIA MAY the bright Portia to whose sway So many Lovers yield each day Not be displeas'd if even to her Octavio dares his hopes prefer And vows none else had e're the pow'r To make him love above an houre 'T is you have found at once the Art To conquer and reform his heart Too much 't was giv'n t'inconstancy before But now 't is so well plac'd â—â—ill change no more Your scorn can ne're put â—ut â—hat Fire VVhich your more powâ—â—â—ul Eyes â—â—spire Be as disâ—ainfu◠〈◊〉 will He 'le sâ—ffâ—r aâ—â—â—nâ—â—ove you still Yet do not you imâ—erious grow Because his humble flames you knâ—w Nor o're your â—lave with rigour â—eign Because he cannot break his chain Like Kings who never treat their Subjects well When they are once assur'd they can't rebel He hopes like all great Beautyes you Take pleasures only to subdue All hearts to love but won't think fit To torture Slaves that bow to it So some brave Hero seeks to kill By all the wayes of force and skill While his proâ—d foe maintains the strife But gives him when he yield his life Hearts that are hardn'd against threatâ—ing steel The gentle touches of compassion feel SONG WHen as my Thirsis first did view me With languishing and charming eyes With many a sigh he seem'd to wooe me And did my foolish heart surprize With those false looks that are in fashion But I my folly loath to own striving to hide that rising passion Care to conceaâ— it made it known For the brisk youth did soâ—â— discover A mighty tumult in my face All the disorder of a Lover When Passions combate in that place Emboldn'd then he streight drew nigh me With gentle sweetness â—n â—is eyes Saying fair Celia do not fly me Or my poor humble heart â—espise A Tribute which I ne're did pay â—et To any Nymph upon the Plain And should you cruelly betray 〈◊〉 But oh that caution was in vain Yet said I love will soon be flying VVhich in a moment has its Birth As the too early Flow'rs are dying The very minute they come forth My Love said he from Fate arising I can no more quit then avoid But Love produc'd from flow advising By the same means might be destroy'd That which I have
can love proclam This Aurelia made me shun The paths that common lovers tread Whose guilty passions are begun Not in their Hearts but in their Head I cou'd not sigh and with cross'd arms Lament your Rigour and my Fate Nor tax your beauty with such charms As men adore and VVomen hate But careless live and without Art Knowing my love you must have spi'de And thinking it a foolish part To strive to shew what none can hide The Platonick FAIR Octavia you are much too blaâ— To blow the fire and wonder at the I did converse 't is true so far was mine But that I lov'd and hop'd was wholly thine Not hop'd as others do for a return But that I might without offending burn I thought those eyes which every hour Could not remember all the wounds they Forgotten in the crowd I wisht to lie And of your coldness not your anger die Yet since you know I love 't is now no time Longer to hide let me excuse the crime Seeing what laws I to my passion give Perhaps you may consent that it should live First it never shall a hope advance Of waiting on you but by seeming chance I at a distance will adore your eyes As awful Persians do the Eastern Skies I never will presume to think of Sex Norwith gross thoughts my deathless love perplex I tread a pleasant path without design And to thy care my happiness resign From Heaven it self thy beauty cannot be A freer gift then is my love to thee To a Devout Young Woman PHillis this mighty zeal asswage You over-act your part The Martyrs at your tender Age Gave Heaven but half their heart Old men till past the pleasure ne're Declaim against the sin 'T is early to begin to fear The Devil at fifteen The World to Youth is too severe And like a treacherous light Beauty the Actions of the fair Exposes to their sight And yet this World as old as 't is Is oft deceiv'd by 't too Wise Combinations seldom miss Let 's try what we can do SONG WHEN Aurelia first became The Mistress of his heart So milde and gentle was her reign Thirsis in hers had part Reserves and care he laid a side And gave his Love the Reins The headlong course he now must bide No other way remains At first her cruelty he fear'd But that being overcome No second for a while appear'd And he thought all his own He call'd himself a happier 〈◊〉 Then ever lov'd before Her favours still his hopes out-ran What Mortal can have more Love smil'd at first then looking graâ—â— Said Thirsis leave to boast More joy then all her kindness gave Her fickleness will cost He â—poke and from that fatal time All Thirsis did or said Appear'd unwelcome or a crime To the ungrateful Maid Then he despairing of her heart Would fain have had his own Love answered such a Nymph could part With nothing she had won TO CLORIS CLoris I cannot say your eyes Did my unwary heart surprize Nor will I swear it was your face Your shape or any nameless grace For you are so entirely fair To love a part injustice were No drowning man can know which drop Of water his last breath did stop So when the stars in Heaven appear And joyn to make the Night look clear The Light we no one's Bounty call But the united work of all He that both lips or hands adore Deserves them only and no more But I love all and every part And nothing less can ease my heart Cupid that Lover weakly strikes Who can express what 't is he likes SONG AUrelia art thou mad To let the World in me Envy joyes I never had And censure them in thee Fill'd with grief for what is past Let us at length be wise And the Banquet boldly tast Since we have paid the price Love does easie souls despise Who lose themselves for toyes And escape for those devise VVho tast his utmost joyes To be thus for Trifles blam'd Like theirs a folly is VVho are for vain swearing damn'd And knew no higher bliss Love should like the year be crown'd With sweet variety Hope should in the Spring be found Kind fears and jealousie In the Summer flower should rise And in the Autumn Fruit His Spring doth else but mock our eyes And in a scoff salute SONG LOve still has something of the Sea From whence his Mother rose No time his Slaves from doubt can free Nor give their thoughts repose They are becalm'd in clearest dayes And in rough weather tost They wither under cold delayes Or are in tempests lost One while they seem to touch the Poâ—â— Then straight into the Main Some angry Wind in cruel sport Their Vessel drives again At first disdain and pride they fear Which if they chance to scape Rivalâ— and falshood soon appear In a more dreadful shape By such degrees to joy they come And are so long withstood So slowly they receive the summe It hardly does them good T is cruel to prolong a pain And to defer a Bliss Believe me gentâ—â— Hermione No less inhumane is An hundred thousand oaths your fears Perhaps would not remove And if I gaz'd a thousand years I could no deeper love 'T is fitter much for you to guess Then for me to explain But grant O grant that happiness Which only does remain A Dialogue between Amintas and Celia Celia AMintas I am come alone According as I said But whither is thy Honour flown I fear I am betray'd Thy looks are chang'd and in the place Of innocent desires Methinks I see thy eyes and face Burn with unusal fires Amintas See's not my Celia Nature wear One Countenance in the Spring And yet another shape prepare To bring the Harvest in Look on the Eagle how unlike He to the Egg is found When he prepares his Pownce to strike His Prey against the ground Fears might my Infant Love become T were want of kindness now Should modesty my Hope benum Or check what you allow Celia Amintas hold what could you worse To worst of Women do Ah! how could you a passion nurse So much my Honours Foe Amintas Make not an idol of a Toy Which every breath can shake Which all must have or none enjoy What course so e're we take Whil'st Women hate or Men are vain You cannot be secure What makes my Celia then a pain So fruitless to endure Celia Could I the World neglect for the e Thy love though dear it cost In some unkind conceit of me Would be untimely lost Thou would'st thy own Example fear And every heedless word I chance let fall beyond thy care Would some new doubt afford Amintas If I am jealous 't is because I know not where you love With me fulfil Loves gentle Laws And all my fears remove Celia Women like things at second hand Do half their value lose But whilst all Courtship they withstand May at their pleasure choose Amintas This were a fine Discourse my
Love make too much hast Maids are long ere we can win 'um And our Passions wast the while In a Bâ—er Glass we 'l begin 'um Let some Fool take th' other toy Yet we will have store of good Wenches Whom their own high bloods shall court After two or three good Drenches To out-do them at the Sport Joyning thus both Mirth and Beauty To make up our full delight In Wine and Love we pay our Duty To each friendly coming night SONG WAlking among thick shades alone I heard a dying voice Which sighing â—aid now she is gone I 'le make no second choice I look't and saw it was a Swain VVho to the flying wind Did of some Neighbouring Nymph complain Too fair and too unkind He told me how he saw her first And with what gracious eyes And gentle speech that flame she nurst VVhich since she did despise 〈◊〉 Vows she did as fast receive 〈◊〉 could breath 'em to her 〈◊〉 in her Eyes proclaim'd her leave That he alone should woo her They feed their flocks still near one place And at one instant meâ— He gazing on her lovely face Fell deeper in the Net She seem'd of her new Captive glad Proud of his Bondage he No Lover e're a prospect had Of more felicity But the false Maid or never lov'd Or gave so quickly o're E're his was to the heighth improv'd Her kindness was no more Even her dissemblings she let fall And made him plainly see That though his heart she did enthrail Her own was ever free Now least his care should pity move She shuns his very sight And leave him to that hopeless love She did create in spight Her name I could not make him tell Though vowing him my aid He said he never would reveal In Life nor Death the Maid Then a wild look the Shepherd cast And falling underneath A Beach where he had seen her last Resign'd his â—â—most breath SONG AS I sat thoughtful in a shade There I spied a loving pair VVho closely by each other lay'd Past their time in softer care While she look't sadly on the ground On her Eyes the Youth 's were fix't In which me thought he gladly found Jealousie with kindness mixt But his soon dull and heavier grew When she rais'd her drooping Head And told him since he was untrue With his Faith her Love was fled Though Jealousie be full of pain Constant Love can suffer more The death of yours sayes the griev'd Swain Shews it was but weak before The Nymph replyed since you can prove False to one so kind as I Alass how hard is it to love And how easie 't is to dy He answered and did gently seise Her fair hand he did adore Since you can dy with so much ease You can love me still with more Disguise not then your tender heart Fear I should anothers be Betrayes in spight of all your Art That you were born for only me Like gentle Dew on wither'd leaves Love is lost on almost all But the fresh Flower with joy receives That which there would vainly fall To fairest Nymphs Love adds a grace And no kind one can be foul Love gives a Beauty to the â—ace And a softness to the Soul Since therefore fain'd inconstancy With the world deceives you too Henceforth my flame shall rather be Seen by all then not by you As by some waters purling noise Oft repose we soonest find So these fond Turtles murmuring joyes Rock't asleep my restless mind Which I from this blest couple brought Freed from all my duller care But in iâ—â— plâ—ce alaâ—s I thought Him too happie Her too fair SONG The Grave my envy now beget That did my pity move Who by the right of wanting Wit Are free from cares of love Turks honour Fools because they are By that defect secure From slavery and toils of War Which all the rest endure So I that suffer cold neglect And wounds from Celia's Eyes Begin extreamly to respect These Fools that seem so wisâ— T is true they set their silly hearts On things of no delight To pass all day for men of parts They pass alone the night But Celia never breaks their rest Such servants she disdains And so the Fops are dully blest While I endure her chains SONG The Ballers Life THEY have too many hours that employ 'em About Business Ambition or News While we that know how to enjoy 'em Wish in vain for the time which such Blockheads misuse They that toyl in impertinent care May strive to be often at leasure They cannot be worse then they are But we whose business is pleasure Have never a moment to spare With dangerous Damsels we dally Till we come to a closer dispute And when we no more Forces can rally Our kind foes give us leave to retire and recruit Then drooping to Bacchus we fly Who Nobly regarding our merits VVith succours always is nigh And thus reviving our spirits We love and we drink till we die SONG WHEN cold despair Would quench my passion and end all my care Then gentle words and gentle sighs recall My vanishing hopes which fain would stay But stranger fears soon drives my hopes away And back again to grief I fall Her favour thus like Cordials given in vain To dying men does but prolong my pain Ah Gloriana why Like all your other Lovers may not I Have leave alas soon to despair and dy Be rather cruel then but kind in part Hide those soft looks or shew as soft a heart To Celia Celia the faithful servant you disown Wou'd in obedience keep his love unknown But bright Idea's such as you inspire We can no more conceal than not admire My heart at home in my own brest did dwell Like humble Hermit in a peaceful Cell Unknown and undisturb'd it rested there Stranger alike to hope and to dispair But Loves Tumultuous Train doâ—s now invade The sacred quiet of this hollowed shade His fatal flame shine out to every eye Like blazing Comets in a VVinter Sky Fair and severe like Heav'â—â— you injoyn Commands that seem◠〈…〉 your own design Forbidding what your 〈…〉 us to Since if from Heavenly power you will allow That all â—ur faculty 〈…〉 â—lain What â—â—re we will is that the Gods ordain But they and yâ—u â—ights without Limit have Over yâ—ur Creatures and more yours your slâ—ve And I am one born only to admire To humblâ— ' ere to hope scarâ—e to desire A thing whose â—liss depends upon your will Who couâ—d be proud you 'd deign to use him ill How can my passion in â—it your offence That challenges so little recompâ—nce Let me but ever love and ever be The Example of your power and cruelty Since so much sâ—orn does in your brest reside Be more indulgent to its Mother Pride Kiâ—â— all yâ—u strike and trample on their Craves But own the Fates of your neglected slaves When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lyes You give away the Triumph of your Eyes Permiâ— me
then to glory in my Chains My fruitless sighs and my unpitied pains Perhaps obtaining this you 'll think I find 〈◊〉 Mercy then your Anger hasâ—d sigâ—â—d But Love has carefully contriv'd for me The last perfection of Misery For to my State those hopes of Common peace Which Death affords to every Wretch must cease My worst of Fates attends me in my Grave Since dying I must be no more your Slave To CELIAE ALL things submit themselvs to your command Fair Celia when it does not Love withstand The power it borrowed from your eyes alone All but himself would yield to who has none Were he not blind such are the Charmes you have He 'd quit his Godhead to become your Slave Be proud to act a Morâ—aâ— Heroes part And thrâ—w himseâ—f for Fame on his own Dart But Fate hath otherwise dispos'd of things In different Bonds subjecting Slaves and Kings That Fate like you resistless does ordain That Love alone should over Beauty Reign By Harmony the Universe does move And what is Harmony but mutual Love See gentle Brooks how quietly they glide Kissing the rugged Banks on either side Whilst in their Christal Stream at once they show And with them feed the Flowers which they bestow Though prest upon by their too rude embrace In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To their Lov'd Sea for even streams have desire Cool as they are they feel Love's pow'rfull fires And with such passion that if any force Stoâ— or molestâ—um in their Am'rous course They swell with rage break down and ravage ore The Bâ—nks they kiss'd the flowers they sed before Who would resist an Empire so Divine Which Universal Nature does enjoyn Submit then Celia er'e you be reduc'd For Rebels vanquisht once are vilâ—ly us'd And such are you when e're you dare obey Another passion and your Love beâ—â—ay You are Loves Citadels by you he reigns And his proud Empire o're the World maintains He trusts you with his Stratageâ—s and Arms His frowns his smiles all his conquering charms Beauty 's no more but the dead Sâ—yl which Love Mannures and does by wise Commerce improve Sayling by Sighes through Seas of tears he sends Courtship from Forraign hearts For your own ends Cherish a Trade for as with Indians we Get Gold and Jewels for our Trumpery So to each other for their useless â—oyes Lovers afford Inestimabâ—e Jâ—yes But if you 're â—ond of Trisles be and starve Your Gugaw Reputation preserve Live upon Modesty and empty Fame Foregoing Sense for a fantastick Name SONG As he lay in the Plain his arm under his head And his Flock feeding by the fond Celadon said Love's a sweet passion why does it torment 〈◊〉 a bitter said he whence are Lovers content Since I suffer with pleasure why should I complain Or gâ—â—eve at my Fate when I know 't is in vain Yâ—t so plâ—asing the pain is so soft is the Dart That at once it both wounds me tickles my heart To my self I sigh often without knowing why And wâ—ence abâ—â—â—t from Phillis mâ— thinks â— could die But oh what a pleasure still follows my pain When kinde Fortune do's help me to see her again In her eyes the bright Stars that foretel what 's to come By soft stealth now and then I examine my doom I press her hand gently look languishing down And by passionate silence I make my love known But oh how I 'm blest when so kind she do's prove By some willing mistake to discover her love When in striving to hide she reveals all her flame And our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name SONG HOw Charming are those pleasant pains Which the successfull Lover gains Oh! how the longing Spirit flies On scorching sighes from dying eyes Whose intermixing Rayes impart Love's welcome Message to the heart Then how the active Pulse grow'n warm To every sense gives the Alarm But oh the Raptures and the Qualms When Love unites the melting Palms What extasies what hopes and fears What pretty talk and am'rous tâ—ars To these a thousand Vowes succeed And then oh Hâ—avens the secret deed When sense and Soul are bath'd in bliss Think dear Aminda think on this And curse those hours we did not prove The ravishing delights of Love SONG GIve or foolish heart and make hast to despair For Daphne regards not thy vows nor thy prayer When I plead for thy passion thy pains to prolong She courts her Ghittar and replies with a Song No more shall true Lâ—vers thy Beanty adore Were the Gods so severâ— men would worship no more No more will I wait like a Slave at thy dore I 'le spend the cold nights at thy window no more My lungs in long sighs I no more will exhale Since thy Pride is to make me grow sullen and pale No more shall Amintas thy pity implore Where the Gods so ingrate men would worship no more No more shall thy Frowns or free humor perswade To court the fair Idol my Fancy has made When thy Saints so neglected their follies give o're Thy Deity 's lost and thy Beauty 's no more No more c. How weak are the Vows of a Lover in pain VVhen flatter'd by hope or oppress'd by disdain No sooner my Daphne's bright Eyes I review But all is forgot and I vow all anew No more cruel Nymph I will murmure no more Did the Gods seem so fair men would worship them more SONG WIth so much ease ingrateful Swains Your faithless vows have cur'd your pains You think by those your perjuries betray'd That all arâ— false or else may so be made And ev'ry smile or pleasing word proclaimes The coldest Nymph an offâ—ing to your flames Vain Sâ—epherd know that now 's the time To â—â—ffâ—r for thy boasted crime Repeated Vows with me less credit find Then smiling Sea's or the uncertain Wind. Deep Sighs and frequent tears as things of course So common are that they have lost their force Thy Passions Truth will best appear Disguis'd in doubts and guilty fear When all the Heart and careful Tongue conceal The Sense disorder'd and the Eyes reveal Such dark confusion makes the flame shine bright So stars are best discern'd through shades of night One stol'n look can better woe Then Sighs and Tears and Vowes can doe The falsest Hearts like empty Vessels found But may thy feign'd become a real wound That thy severer Pennance may declare How great mens crimes and womens virtues arse SONG DEar Aminda in vain you so coily refuse What nature and Love do inspire That formal old way which your Mother did use Can never confine the desire It rather adds Oyl to the fire When the tempting delights of woing are lost And pleasure 's a Duty become We both shall appear like some dead Lovers ghost To frighten each other from home And the Genial bed like a Tombe Now low at your feet your fond Lover will lye And seek a new Fate in your eyes One Amorous smile
great Sir may soon remove their fâ—are And ease those hearts where you 've the greatest share Yâ—u with a smile can troubled minds assure As with a Touch you sickly bâ—â—iâ—s cure To the Audience Now Gallants somthing should to you be said But Bâ—auty better much then Wiâ— can plead None will this fair Petitioner withstand I can but only beg She may command Spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard As tiu'rous â—â—vâ—rites that have slighted long A Faâ—tion which at last they finde grow strong Think with themselvs how they bâ—time may close And make a Peacâ— with thâ— iâ—â—revailing foes So ouâ— young Ladies almost dead with fear Reflection â—â—l they mâ—y have anger'd here And with a flâ—ttâ— riâ—g Prologuâ— would â—xcuse Tâ—◠〈◊〉 rigour which thâ—y once did use This humblâ— Erranâ— I am sent to doâ— Buâ— it woulâ— ill bâ—câ—me 〈◊〉 to woo Noâ— shall we need â—t sure to such as you Mâ—thinks you should not râ—il at us to day And you are too gallant to minde the Play But though you do we hope at last each scene VVhere we shall act will takâ— tho' ne're so mean In a fine â—adies Mouth all fine will show As wiâ—â—s blow sweet when they through Gardens blow Use wâ—ll the Power we put into your hands And know long at iâ—s height no Empire stands You were at ours we at your mercy now And must like Vassals to our Vassals bow Yâ—t my brisk Monsieurs be not too severe Y 'ave but a little time to dominere And every Jest of yours may cost you dear 'T is bâ—t â—ik Royal slavâ—s this night you reign The Play once done we shall be crown'd again And you poor Captives must resume your â—hain Then do your wâ—rst we will the shock abide You can at most but a fâ—ign'd Love deride VVhen in good earnest you shall come to woo It will be then our tuâ—n to laugh at you Another Prologue spoke at Court to the Emperess of Morocco WIT has of late took up a trickt ' appear Unmannerly or at the bâ—st severe And Poets share the Faâ—e by which we fall VVhen kindly we attempt to please you all 'T is hard your scorn should against such prevail Whose ends are to divert you tho' they fail You Men would think it an ill-natur'd Jest Should we laugh at you when you did yâ—ur best Then rail not here though you see reason for 't If Wit can finde it self no better sport Wit is a very foolish thing at Court VVit 's bus'ness is to please and not to fright 'T is no Wit to be always in the right You 'l find 〈◊〉 none who dare be so to night Few so ill-bred will venture to a Play To spy out faults in what we VVomen say For us no matter what we speak but how How kindly can we say I hate you now And for the men if you 'l laugh at 'em do Tâ—â—y minde themselves so much they 'll ne're minde you But why do I descend to lose a Prayer On those small Saints in Wit the God sits there Tâ— you Great Sir my Message hither tends From Youth and Beauty your Allies and Friends See my â—redentials written in my Face They challenge your Protection in this place And hither come with such a force of charmes As may give Check even to your prosp'rous â—rmes Millions of Cupids hovering in the Rear Like Eagles following fatal Troops appear All waiting for the slaughter which draws nigh Of those bold Gazers who this Night must dy Nor can you â—caâ—e our soft Capâ—ivitie From which old Age alone must sâ—t you free Then tremble at the fatal Consâ—qunâ— Siâ—ce 't is well known for yâ—ur own part Great Prince 'Gainst us you still have maâ—e a weak dâ—fencâ— Be gen'rous and wise and take our part Remember we have eyes and you a heart Else you may find too late that we are things Born to kill vassals and to conquer Kings But oh to what vain Conquest I pretend VVhilst Love is our Commander and your Friend Our victory your Empire more assures For Love will ever make the Triumph yours A SONG FOrgive me Jove Or if there be a kinder god above Forgive a Rebâ—l to the Power of Love Hâ—â—r me kind Cupid and accâ—pt my Vow Minâ— who â—e voutly at tâ—y Altar Bow O! hear me now Dorinda â—ear and wâ—at Ive done amiss Pardon and seal that pardon with a Kiss Stay methinks the melting Saint Kindly Ecchoes my complaint Look I fancy I descry Piâ—y dropping from her eye Haâ—k she says Philander live All thy Errours I forgive And now ah me to repent I begin That against so much goodness I ever should Sin But never again oh never will I Offend my Dorinda for sooner I 'le dye SONG AH Cruel Eyes that first enflam'd My poor resistless heart That when I would my thoughts have blam'd they still encrease the smart What pow r above Creates such Love To languish with desire May some disdain Encrease my pain Or may the flame expire And yet I die to think how soon My wishes may return If slighted and my hopes once gone I must in silence mourn Tâ—en Tyrannels Dâ— but express The Mystry of your pow'r ' â—â—s as sâ—on said You 'll lâ—ve and wed As studying for'â— an hour I yield to Fate though your fair eyes Have made the pow'r your own ' Twà s they did first my heart surprize Dear Nymph 't was they alone For honour's sake Your hâ—art awake And let your pity move 〈◊〉 in â—â—spair Oâ— on so fair I bid adiâ—u to Love A SONG NAy let me alone protest I 'le be gone 'T is a folly to think Iâ—le be subject to One Never hope to Coâ—sine A Young Gallant to dine Like a Schâ—lar of Oxford on naught but the Loyn For after Enjoyment our Bellies are full And the same dish again makes the Appetite dull By your Wantoning Art Of a Sigh and a Start You endeavour in vain to inveigle my heart For the Pretty Disguise Of your Languishing Eyes Will never prevail with my Sinews to rise And 't was never the Mode in an Amorous 〈◊〉 When a Lover has din'd to perswade him to 〈◊〉 Faith Betty the Jest Is almost at the best T is only variety makes up the Feast For when we 've enjoy'd And with pleasures are cloy'd The vows that we made to love ever are 〈◊〉 And you know pretty Nymph it was ever 〈◊〉 That a meal should be made of a Relishing 〈◊〉 A SONG in the Dutch-Loveâ— AMintas bid me to a Grove Where all the Trees did shade us The Sun it self though it had strove It could not have betray'd us The place secur'd from Humane eyes No other fear allows But when the Wind doth gently rise To kiss the yeilding boughs 2 Down there we sat upon the Mosse And did begin to play A thousand wanton tricks to passe The heat of all the day A many kisses he did give And I return'd the same Which made me willing to receive That which I dare not name 3 His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd To tell their am'rous tale On her that was already fir'd 'T was easie to prevail He did but kisse and clasp me round Whilst those his thoughts expressd And laid me sofâ—ly on the ground Ohâ— who can guess the rest SONG O The time that is past When she held me so fast And declar'd that her honour no longer could last When no light but her languishing eyes did appear To prevent all excuses of blushâ—s and fear When she sigh'd and unlac'd With such trembling and haste As if she had long'd to be closer embrac'd My Lips the sweet pleasure of Kâ—sses enjoy'd While my hand was in search of hid treasure employ'd My heart set on fire VVith the flames of desire 〈◊〉 pursu'd what she seem'd to require 〈◊〉 she cry'd for pity sake change your ill mind 〈◊〉 Amintas be civil or I 'le be unkind Dear Amintas she cries Then casts down her eyes 〈◊〉 in Kisses she gives what in words she denies 〈…〉 of my Conquest I purpos'd to stay 〈…〉 free consent had more sweetned the prey But too late I begun For her passion was done 〈◊〉 Amintas she cries I will never be won 〈…〉 and your Courtship no pity can move 〈…〉 've slighted the Critical minute of Love Song on the London Ladies 1 TIme was thou must dwindle thy mony and time And the dearest of all thy vigour and prime To Court a coy Mistris that long'd for 't as much As thou couldst desire to give her a touch But now the rate 's known the best will turn up Foe a Guiny a Pullet and t'other old cup A World 't is of pleasure one Necklace of Pearl Will conjure the richest or modestest Girl 2 All Trade is for gain all Commodities sold Fear not for thy coyn thou mayst justly be bold A pox on fine words the contemplative fool Talks of Love and of flame an oh what mis-rule These keep in his heart now a sigh then a groan And her very jeca's sufficient alone To fill him with raptures sweet dreams and what not VVhen alas all the while her flames are as hot 3 In company with her each glance drops a Charm And she gives him her hand to keep him still warm For this is the man she designes her lewd life To cloak with the serious name of a Wife To the modest all distance with those that are free She can tickle and kiss and kinder yet be Adieu to fond Courtship all Arguments lie In the briskest assault when the pockets let flie 4 Love is banish'd the world and vertue is gone To some private recess to lament all alone For now she grows barren and none of her race Can be found either with or without a good face To the Maâ— to the Park to the Pit or the Box Where you will you can't miss there 's meat for the Cocks And thus will it be for old Eve at the first And her Daughters e're since have made all Men accurst FINIS