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But has some strong desires to try
What's misery ;
And longs for tears, oh he will prove
One fit for love.

Hall.

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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

Never dying:
Whose smoak like incense doth aspire ;

Upwards flying
It is a soft magnetick stone,

Attra&ling hearts by sympathy ;
Binding up close, two souls in one ;

Both discoursing secretly : "Tis the true gordian knot, that ties

Yet ne'er unbinds;
Fixing thus two lovers eyes

As well as minds.
Tis the sphere's heav'nly harmony,

Where two skillful hands do strike ;
And ev'ry found expreslively

Marrys sweetly with the like ; "Tis the world's e’erlasting chain,

That all things tyd,
And bid them like the fixed wain,

Unmov'd to 'bide.
'Tis nature's law inviolate,

Confirm'd by mutual consent,
Where two dislike, like, love, and hate ;

Each to the other's full content :

"Tis

'Tis the caress of ev'ry thing;

The turtle dove;
Both birds and beasts do off'rings bring

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

sure

constancy
Is answer'd, Sir, with constancy? our hearts
Are changeable; nor do I fee, why princes
Should be less frail than others, who confine
Affection to the fight ; since love's a fire,
Which doth only languish, and go out,
Where fuel is fubftracted ; but is kept burning,
Only in the presence of another fire.

Main's Amorous War.
A lover's like a hunter ;
If the game be got with too much ease, he cares not for’t.

Peter Hausted's Rival Friends.
Love's a cement,
Admits no other allay but itself,
To work

upon
the affections.

Lady Alimony.
Love asks no dull probation ; but like light,
Conveys his nimble influence at first sight.

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 :

Be

Ee ye lock'd up like to those,
Or 'the rich Hesperides;
Or those Babic, in your eyes,
In their christal runneries;
Notwithitanding love will win
Or else force a pall ge in ;
And as coy be, as you can ;
Gists will get ye, or the man.

Herrick. She the payment he of love would make

Less understood, than yet the debt she knew;
But coins unknown suspiciously we take ;
And debts, till manifeft, are never due.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibers.
And our uncertain love,
Perhaps not bred above,
But in low regions, like the wand'ring winds,
Shews diffrent sexes more than equal minds.

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

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But mighty Julius, who had thoughts so high
They humble seem'd, when thaim'd at victory;
And own'd a soul fo learn'd, truth fear'd that the
Too naked were, near his philosophy :
In anger valiant ; gently calm in love ;
He foar'd an eagle, but he stoop'd a dove !

Sir W. Davenant to the Queen,
1. Since you have spoke so humbly of yourself,
You must, and shall be comforted : Perhaps
Like conscience, love when fatisfy'd within,
May oft offend the law, and yet not fin.
2. I find the greatest love, is an offence;
For greatest love is greatest confidence :
When, trusting those who for our credence wooe ;
We trust them with our love and honour too

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 :
Who climbs to windows when we shut the door ;

And enter'd, never lets the master rest.
So ftrange disorder, now he pines for health,

Makes him conceal this reveller with shame ;
She not the robber knows, yet feels the stealth;

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;
With tears besought her not to jest at laints,

Nor mock those martyrs, love had captive led :
Nor think the pious poets e'er would waste
So

tears in ink, to make maids mourn ;
If injur'd lovers had in ages past
The lucky mirtle, more than willow worn.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. Vol. II.

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If

many

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 ;
Yet life is useless, till by reason taught,

And love and reason up together grow.
Nor more the old few they outlive their love,

If when their love's decay'd, fome signs they give
Of life, becaufe we see them pain’d and move,

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.
And I that love and reason thus unite,

May, if I old philosophers controul,
Confirm the new, by some new poet's light;
Who finding love, thinks he has found the soul.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
Love, in what poison is thy dart
Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart?
None know, but they who feel the smart.
It is not thou, but we are blind ;
And our corporeal eyes we find,
Dazzle the opticks of our mind.
Love to our citadel resorts,
Through those deceitful fally-ports:
Our centinels betray our forts.

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,

Oas

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