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Tut O! my sweet, what labour is't to leave

The thing we have not, mast'ring what not strives?

Playing the place which did no form receive;

Playing patient sports in unconstrained gives!

She that her fame so to herself contrives,

The scars of battle scapeth, by the flight,

And makes her absence valiant, not her might.

O! pardon me, in that' my boast is true;

The accident which brought me to her eye,

Upon the moment did her force subdue,

And now she would the caged cloister fly;
Religious love put out religious eye:

Not to be tempted, vrould she be immur'd; .

And now to tempt, all liberty procur'd.

How mighty then you are, O h*ar me tell! \

The broken bofoms that to me belong,

Have empty'd all their fountains in *cy well;

And mine I pour your ocean all among.

Istrong o'er them, and you o'er me being strongs.

Must for your victory us all congest,

As compound love to phyfkk your cold breast.:

My parts had power to charm a sacred sun;

Tho' disciplin'd, I dieted in grace,

Believ'd her eyes, when they t' assail begun, .

All vows and consecrations giving place.

O! most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,.

In thee hath neither siting, knot nor conssine,

For thou art all, and all things- else are thine.

When thou impressest, - what are precepts worth,..

Of stale example? When thcu wilt enssiame,

How coldly those in pediments stand forth

Of wealth, os silial sear, law, kindred, fame?

Love's arms are peace,'gainst rule, 'gainst sense,'grinfi shame,.

And sweetness in the suffering pang it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks and sears.
Now all these hearts, that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,.
And supplicant, their sighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending foft audience to my sweet design;
And credent foul to that strong bonded oath,
That shall preser and undertake my troth.
This faid, his watry eyes he did dismount,
Whose sights till then were level'd on my face,.
Each cheek a river running from a fount,
With brinish current downward flow'd apace.
Oh! how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Who glaz'd with crystal gate the glowing roses,
That flame thro' water which their hue incloses.
Oh! father! what a hell os witchcraft lies.
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation os the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast fo cold, that is not warmed here?;
Oh! cleft effect.! cold modesty, hot wrath!
Both sire from hence, and chiil extincture hath.
For lo! his passion but an art of crast,
Even there refolv'd my reason into tears ;.
There my white stole of chastity I daft,
Shook off my sober guards, and civil sears,
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting, tho' our drops this difference bore,.
His poison'd me and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of subtil matter,
Apply'd to cautless, all strange forms receives
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,.

Or swooning paleness; and he takes aud leaves
In cither's aptness, as it best deceives:
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to. tarn white, arc;! swoon at tragic shows:
That not a heart, which in his level came
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Shewing fair nature is both wild and tame:
And veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim
Against the thing he fought, he wou'd exclaim
When he most burnt in heart-wisti'd luxury,
He prea-ch'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastiiy.
Thus merely with the garment of a gnice,
The naked and concealed siend he cover'd;
That th' unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd:
Who, young and simple, would not be fo Iover'd
Ah me! I sell : and yet do question make,
What 1 should do again for such a fake.
Oh! that infected' moisture of his eye!
Oh! that false sire which in his cheek fo glow'd!
Oh! that foic'd thunder srom his heart did fly !:i
Oh! that fad breath his spongy lungs bcstow'd f
Oh! all that boriow'd motion, seeming ow'd!
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid.

The Jmorous Epjlle of Paris to Helen.

Health, unto Leda's daughter, Priam's fon
Sends in these lines-, whole health cannot be won
But by your gist, in whose power it may lie
To make me whole or sick; to live or die.
Shall 1 then speak? or doth my flame appear
Plain without index? Oh! 'tis that I sear!

My love without discovering smile takes place,

And more than I could wish, shines in my face;

When I could rather in my thoughts desire

To hide the smoke, till time display the sire:

Time, that can make the sire of love shine clear,

Untroubled with the misty smoke of sear. ,

But I dissemble it; for who,- I pray,

Can sire conceal? that will itself betray,

Yet if you look, 1 should assirm that plain

In words, which in my countenance I maintain,.

I burn, I burn, my faults I have consess'd,

My words bear witness how my looks trans^ress'dv

Oh! pardon me, thayfcave consess'd my error.

Cast not upon my litres a look «*«error;

But as your beauty is beyond compare,

Suit unto that your looks (oh! you most fair !)

That you may letter have receiv'd by this,

The supposition glads me, and I wist),

By hope encourag'd, hope that makes me strong-,.

You will receive me in some fort ere long.

I alk no more, than what the c.ucen of beauty

Hath promis'd me, for you are mine by duty.

By her I claim you, you for me were made,

And she it was my journey did persuade.

Nor, lady, think your beauty vainly sought;

I by divine instinct was hither brought:

And to this enterprize the heavenly powers

Have given consent, the gods proclaim me yours.

1 aim at wonders, for I covet you;

Yet pardon me, 1 ask but what's my due,

Venus herself my journey hither led,

And gives you freely to my promis'd bed.

Under her conduct fase the seas I past,

Till I arriv'd upon these coasts at last:

Shipping myself from the Sygean shore,

Whence unto these conssines my course I bore.

She made the surges gentle, the winds fair;

Nor marvel whence these calms proceeded are. :-.

Need must she power upon the falt seas have,

That was sea-born, - created from a wave.

Still may she stand in her ability,

And as she made the seas with much facility,.

To be thro' fail'd; so may she calm my heat,.

And bear my thoughts to-their desired seat,

My flames I found not here ; no, I protest,

I brought them with me closed in my breast;

Myself transported them without attorney,

Love was the motive to my tedious journey.

Not blust'ring winter, when he triumph'd most,.

Nor any error drove me to this coast:

Not led by fortune where the rough winds please, ..

Nor merchant-like, for gain cross'd I the seas.

Fulness of wealth in all my fleet I fee,

I'm rich in all things, fave in wanting thee.

No spoil os petty nations my ship seeks,.

Nor land I as a spy among the Greeks.

"What need we? See, os all things we have store 1

Compar'd with Troy, alas! your Greece is poor.

For thee I come, thy fame hath thus far diiven me,

Whom golden Venus hath by promise given me.

I wish'd thee ere I knew thee, long ago,

Before theseeyesdwelt on this glorious show.

I faw thee in my thoughts; know, beauteous dame^ .

I sirst beheld you with the eyes of fame.

Nor marvel, lady, I was stroke fo far.

Thus darts or arrows sent from bows of war,

Wound a great.distance osf: fo was 1 hit

With a deep smarting wound, that rankles yet. .

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