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But has some strong desires to try
How pow'rsull's love ! which like a fame
That sever'd, re-unites more close : Or like a broken limb, in frame
That ever after firmer grows. 'Tis a child of fancy's getting ;
Brought up between hope and fear ; Fed with Imiles, grown by uniting
Strong, and to kept by defire: "Tis a perpetual veltal fire
Attra&ling hearts by sympathy ;
Both discoursing secretly : "Tis the true gordian knot, that ties
Yet ne'er unbinds;
As well as minds.
Where two skillful hands do strike ;
Marrys sweetly with the like ; "Tis the world's e’erlasting chain,
That all things tyd,
Unmov'd to 'bide.
Confirm'd by mutual consent,
Each to the other's full content :
'Tis the caress of ev'ry thing;
The turtle dove;
To mighty love : 'Tis th' angels joy ; the God's delight ; man's bliss ; 'Tis all in all : without love, nothing is.
Heath's Claraflella. Fond men, that blame the love that ever ranges, To foul and fluttish love, that never changes : The muses love by course to change their meter ; Love is like linnen, often chang'd, the sweeter.
Sicelides. How are you
Main's Amorous War.
Peter Hausted's Rival Friends.
Biskop King. Hear ye virgins, and I'll teach, What the times of old did preach : Rosamond, was in a bower Kept, as Danae in a tower : But yet love, who subtle is, Crept to that, and came to this :
Ee ye lock'd up like to those,
Herrick. She the payment he of love would make
Less understood, than yet the debt she knew;
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibers.
Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes. Why, in these ladies do you lengthen pain, By giving them grief's common med'cine, doubt ? Ease thote with death, whose lovers now are Nain; Life's fire a fever is, when love is out.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert: When love's afraid, do not that fear delpise ; Flame trembles most, when it doth highest rise: And yet my love may juftly be disdain'd; Since you believe it from a lover feign’d.
Sir W. Davenant's The Man's the Master. Ah, Goltho! Who love's fever can afswage?
For though familiar seem that old disease Yet like religion's fit, when people rage,
Few cure those evils which the patient please. Nature's religion, love, is still perverse;
And no commerce with cold discretion hath : For if discretion speak, when love is fierce, "Tis wav'd by love, as reason is by faith. Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
But mighty Julius, who had thoughts so high
Sir W. Davenant to the Queen,
Sir W. Davenant's Law against Lovers. Love he had lik’d, yet never lodg'd before ;
But finds him now a bold unquiet guest :
And enter'd, never lets the master rest.
Makes him conceal this reveller with shame ;
And never but in songs, had heard his name. Yet then it was, when she did smile at hearts,
Which country lovers wear in bleeding seals ; Ask'd where his pretty god head found such darts,
As make those wounds, that only Hymen heals. And this, her ancient maid, with sharp complaints
Heard, and rebuk'd ; shook her experienc'd head;
Nor mock those martyrs, love had captive led :
tears in ink, to make maids mourn ;
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. Vol. II.
If love's just pow'r he did not early see,
Some small excuse we may his error give; Since few, though learn'd, know yet, bleft love to be
That secret vital heat, by which we live ; But such it is : And though we may be thought
To have in childhood life, ere love we know ;
And love and reason up together grow.
If when their love's decay'd, fome signs they give
Than snakes long cut, by torment shew they live: If we call living life, when love is gone ;
We then to fouls, god's coin, vain rever'nce pay ; Since reason, which is love, and his best known
And current image, age has worn away.
May, if I old philosophers controul,
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
Denham. He that would hide love kindled once within, Rakes but his fire up, to keep it in.
Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady. There's nothing but a lover pleas'd with fuff'rings : All other rigours of this world,