Mafter, and fervant, are names banish'd thence: Cartwright's Lady Errant. The vine, that climbs By conjugal embracements 'bout the elm, Some neighb'ring bough; and yet this twining prove, Cartwright's Royal Slave. Wisdom and leve at once, were never yet Permitted to a god; I muft not then Search, and compare, and judge, and then refolve; Diftance, Figure, and lineament, are things that come As thrult it out full of instinct, and deity, 2. Alas! it felf Hath eyes; but 'tis our blindness that doth veil them : The world were govern'd by one gen'ral madness. "Cartwright's Lady Errant. Give me a lover bold and free, Cleveland. Love's like a landskip, which doth stand, 1. Tell me what you think on earth 2. Riches, honour, and high birth. If love be banished the heart, What's honour, worth, or high defcent? If cares do breed us discontent, Or want of health? 2. It is the order of the fates, That these should wait on highest states. Love only does our fouls refine, Turns human things into divine, And guides our will. Then let us of his praises fing, Cleveland. Of love, that fweetens ev'ry thing. Rutter's Shepherd's Holyday. For oft we find that forms and forrows prove, The best forerunners of a happy love. Machen's Dumb Knight. Love can't be master'd, Sir: Nevile's Poor Scholar. Such gentle rape thou act'ft upon my foul, And conqueft came by overthrow. Suckling's Aglaura”. Lovers Lovers in favour, are gamefters in good Fortune; the more you fet them, they more they get. How weak is lovers laws! Suckling. The bonds made there, like gypfy's knots, with ease Are fast and loofe, as they that hold them please. Suckling. Love's a Camelion, that lives on meer air; And furfeits, when it comes to groffer fare. Suckling. There never yet was honest man That ever drove the trade of love; It is impoffible; nor can Integrity our ends promove: For kings and lovers are alike in this, That their chief art in reign, diffembling is, Here we are lov'd, and there we love ; So we false fire with art fometimes discover, What rack can fancy find fo high? Here we must court, and here ingage, Though in the other place we die : O'tis torture all, and cozenage! And which the harder is, I cannot tell, To hide to true love, or make falfe love look well. Since it is thus, god of defire, Give me my honesty again; And take thy brands back, and thy fire; Since, if the very best should now befall, Suckling. He that is content with laffes, cloathed in plain woollen, May cool his heart in ev'ry place, he need not to be fullen, Nor figh for love of lady fair; for this each wife man knows, As good stuff under flannel lies, as under filken cloaths. 1. It is ill done, Semanthe, to plead bankrupt, 2. 'Twould here be mean, my lord; fince mine would prove In your hands but a counterfeit ; and yours in mine Makes thofe jewels rife in value. 1. Sympathy! O teach but yours to love then, And two fo rich no mortal ever knew. 2. That heart would love but ill, that must be taught Such fires as thefe, ftill kindle of themfelves. 1. In fuch a cold and frozen place as is Thy breaft, how should they kindle of themselves? 2. Ask how the flint can carry fire within ? 'Tis the leaft miracle that love can do. She quite o'ercame Suckling's Aglaura My dallying thoughts, and turn'd them at length And breath a cloud of fighs; tell me how much Her ghoft, for fure fhe could not well out live it, Playing Playing about the glitt'ring fnare does tempt Mead's Combat of Love and Friendship. So rich a bondage is Poppa's love, That I were base, if I fhould wish for freedom; Should I fuppofe that ftate, which fome dull fouls Were there in love no cares, no fighs, no fears; For cupid's scholars are more exquifite May's Agrippina. Richard Brome's Love-Sick Court. Love, thou art well compar'd to fire; which, where t doth obey and serve, being commanded By higher powers of the foul; it fares Like to the stone or jewel of a ring, Which joins the orb, and gives it price and life: Masculine love, known by the name of friendship, Art peaceful, and morigerous; but that Of Woman, is imperious and cruel. Ev'n he, that knows not to poffefs True happiness, Ibid. But H |