Round-hooft, fhort-jointed, fetlocks fhag and long,
Broad breast, full eyes, fmall head, and noftril wide,
High creft, fhort ears, ftrait legs, and paling trong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.

Look, what a horfe fhould have, he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.

Sometimes he fcuds far off, and there he ftares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather :

To bid the wind abafe he now prepares,
And where he run, or fly, they know not whither.
For thro' his mane and tail the high wind fings,
Fanning the hairs which heave like feather'd wings.

He looks upon his love, and neighs unto her;
She answers him, as if fhe knew his mind:
Being proud, as females are, to fee him woo her,
She puts on outward ftrangenefs, feems unkind,
Spurns at his love, and fcorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.

Then, like a melancholy malecontent,

He veils his tail; that like a falling plume,
Cool fhadow to his melting buttocks lent;
He ftamps and bites the poor flies in his fume:
His love perceiving how he is enrag'd,
Grew kinder, and his fury was affuag'd.

His teafty mafter goes about to take him,
When lo! the unback'd breeder, full of fear,
Jealous of catching, fwiftly doth forfake him,
With her the horse, and left Adonis there.

As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
Out-stripping crows, that ftrive to over-fly them.

All fwoln with chafing, down Adonis fits,
Banning his boift'rous and unruly beaft.
And now the happy feafon once more fits,
That love-fick Love, by pleading may be bleft.
For lovers fay, the heart hath treble wrong,
When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.

An oven that is ftopp'd, or river ftaid,
Burneth more hotly, fwelleth with more rage :.
So of concealed forrow may be faid;
Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage :

But when the heart's attorney once is mute,
The client breaks, as defperate in his fuit.

He fees her coming, and begins to glow,
Even as a dying coal revives with wind;
And with his bonnet hides his angry brow,
Looks on the dull earth with difturbed mind;
Taking no notice, that fhe is fo nigh,
For all afkance he holds her in his eye.

O! what a fight it was wiftly to view
How she came stealing to the wayward boy;.
To note the fighting conflict of her hue,
How white and red each other did destroy!

But now her cheek was pale, and by and by
It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the fky..

Now was fhe just before him, as he fat,
And like a lowly lover down fhe kneels;
With one fair hand. she heaveth up his hat,

Her other tender hand his fair cheeks feels:
His tender cheeks receive her foft hand's print,
As apt, as new-fallen fnow takes any dint.

! what a war of looks was then between them! Her eyes petitioners to his eyes fuing;

His eyes faw her eyes, as they had not feen them; Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes difdain'd the wooing: And all this dumb play had his acts made plain, With tears, which chorus-like, her eyes did rain.

Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
A lily prifon'd in a jail of fnow,

Or ivory in an alabaster band,

So white a friend ingirts fo white a foe!"

This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling, ́Shew'd like to filver doves, that fit a billing.

Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
O fairest mover on this mortal round!
Would thou wert, as I am, and La man,

My heart all whole, as thine, thy heart my wound.
For one fweet look my help I would affure thee,
Tho' nothing but my body's bane would cure thee.

Give me my hand (faith he) why doft thou feel it?
Give me thy heart (faith fhe) and thou shalt have it.
O! give it me, left thy hard heart do fteel it;
And being fteel'd, foft fighs can never grave it:

Then love's deep groans I never shall regard,
Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.

For fhame, he cries, let go, and let me go,
My day's delight is paft, my horse is gone,.
And 'tis your fault, I am bereft him fo:
I pray you hence, and leave me here alone.
For all my mind, my thought, my bufy care,
Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.

Thus the replies: Thy palfrey, as he should,、
Welcomes the warm approach of sweet defire:
Affection is a coal, that must be cool'd;
Elfe, fuffer'd, it will fet the heart on fire.

The fea hath bounds, but deep defire hath none;
Therefore no marvel tho' thy horse be gone.

How like a jade he ftood, ty'd to a tree,

Servilely maftred with a leathern rein!
But when he faw his love, his youth's fair fee,
He held fuch petty bondage in disdain;

Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,,
Enfranchifing his mouth, his back, his breast.

Who fees his true love in her naked bed,
Teaching the fheets a whiter hue than white,
But when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight?

Who is fo faint, that dare not be fo bold
To touch the fire, the weather being.cold?

Let me excufe thy courfer, gentle boy,
And learn of him, I heartily befeech thee,
To take advantage on prefented joy;

Tho' I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee.
O learn to love, the leffon is but plain,
And once made perfect, never loft again.

I know not love (quoth he) nor will I know it,
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it;
'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it,
My love to love, is love but to disgrace it;
For I have heard it is a life in death,

That laughs, and weeps, and all but in a breath.

Who wears a garment fhapeless and unfinish'd?
Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth?
If fpringing things be any jot diminish'd,
They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth.
The colt that's back'd, and burn'd being young,
Lofeth his pride, and never waxeth ftrong.

You hurt my hand with wringing: let us part,
And leave this idle theme, this bootlefs chat;
Remove your fiege from my unyielding heart,
To love's alarm it will not ope the gate.

Difmifs your vows, your feigned tears, your flatt'ry;
For where a heart is hard, they make no batt❜ry.

What! can't thou talk? (quoth fhe) haft thou a tongue?
O! would thou had'st not, or I had no hearing!
Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong!
I had my load before, now prefs'd with bearing.

Melodious difcord! heavenly tune harfh-founding!
Earth's deep fweet mufick! and heart's deep fore-
[wounding!

Had I no eyes, but ears, my ears would love
That inward beauty, and invifible:
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
Each part of me, that were but fenfible.

Tho' neither eyes, nor ears to hear nor fee,
Yet fhould I be in love, by touching thee.

Say, that the fenfe of reafon were bereft me,
And that I could not fee, nor hear, nor touch;
And nothing but the very smell were left me,
Yet would my love to thee be ftill as much :

For from the ftillatory of thy face excelling,
Comes breath perfum'd, that breedeth love by
fmelling.