Eut O! my fweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, maft'ring what not ftrives?
Playing the place which did no form receive;
Playing patient fports in unconstrained gives!
She that her fame fo to herself contrives,
The fears of battle fcapeth, by the flight,
And makes her abfence 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 fubdue,
And now the would the caged cloister fly;
Religious love put out religious eye :
Not to be tempted, would he be immur'd;
And now to tempt, all liberty procur'd.
How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
The broken bofoms that to me belong,
Have empty'd all their fountains in sy well;
And mine I pour your ocean all among.
Iftrong o'er them, and you o'er me being ftrong
Muft for your victory us all congeft,

As compound love to phyfick your cold breaft.
My parts had power to charm a facred fun;
Tho' difciplin'd, I dieted in grace,

Believ'd her eyes, when they t' affail begun,
All vows and confecrations giving place.
O! mofl potential love! vow, bond, nor fpace,
In thee bath neither ftring, knot nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things-elfe are thine.
When thou impreffeft, what are precepts worth,
Of tale example? When thou wilt enflame,
How coldly thofe impediments stand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame?
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst fenfe, 'gain@
fhame,

And fweetnefs in the fuffering pang it bears,.
The aloes of all forces, shocks and fears.
Now all these hearts, that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
And fupplicant, their fighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,.
Lending foft audience to my fweet defign;
And credent foul to that strong bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.
This faid, his watry eyes he did difmount,
Whofe fights 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 ftream gave grace!
Who glaz❜d with crystal gate the glowing roles,
That flame thro' water which their hue incloses.
Oh! father! what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes

What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breaft fo cold, that is not warmed here?:
Oh! cleft effect.! cold modefty, hot wrath!
Both fire from hence, and chill extincture hath..
For lo! his paffion but an art of craft,.
Even there refolv'd my reafon into tears;.
There my white ftole of chastity I daft,
Shook off my fober guards, and civil fears,
Appear to him, as he to me appears,

All melting, tho' our drops this difference bore,
His poifon'd me and mine did him restore.
In him a plenitude of fubtil matter,

Apply'd to cautlefs, all ftrange forms receives
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,

Or fwooning palenefs; and he takes and leaves
In either's aptnefs, as it beft deceives :
To blush at fpeeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and fwoon at tragic shows:
That not a heart, which in his level came
Could 'fcape the liail 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-wifh'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.
Thus merely with the garment of a grace,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover❜d;
That th' unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubim above them hover'd :
Who, young and fimple, would not be fo lover'd ?
Ah me! I fell and yet do queftion make,
What I should do again for such a fake.
Oh! that infected moisture of his eye!

Oh! that falfe fire which in his cheek fo glow'd !!
Oh! that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly !;
Oh! that fad breath his fpongy lungs beftow'd!
Oh! all that borrow'd motion, feeming ow'd!
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid.

The Amorous Epifle of Paris to Helen.

Health unto Leda's daughter, Priam's fon
Sends in thefe lines, whofe health cannot be won
But by your gift, in whofe power it may lie
To make me whole or fick; to live or die.
Shal! I then speak? or doth my flame appear.
Plain without index? Oh! 'tis that I fear !

My love without difcovering fmile takes place,
And more than I could wish, shines in my face;
When I could rather in my thoughts defire
To hide the fmoke, till time difplay the fire:
Time, that can make the fire of love fhine clear,
Untroubled with the mifty fmoke of fear.
But I diffemble it; for who, I pray,

Can fire conceal? that will itself betray,
Yet if you look, I should affirm that plain
In words, which in my countenance I maintain.
I burn, I burn, my faults I have confefs'd,
My words bear witness how my looks tranfgrefs'd.
Oh! pardon me, that have confefs'd my error,
Caft not upon my lines a look of terror ;
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 fuppofition glads me, and I wish,

By hope encourag'd, hope that makes me ftrong,
You will receive me in fome fort ere long.

I ask no more, than what the queen of beauty
Hath promis'd me, for you are mine by duty.
By her I claim you, you for me were made,
And the it was my journey did perfuade.
Nor, lady, think your beauty vainly fought;
I by divine inftinct was hither brought:
And to this enterprize the heavenly powers
Have given confent, the gods proclaim me yours.
I aim at wonders, for I covet you;

Yet pardon me, I ask but what's my due,
Venus herself my journey hither led,
And gives you freely to my promis'd bed..
Under her conduct fafe the feas I paft,
Till I arriv'd upon these coafts at last:

Shipping myself from the Sygean shore,
Whence unto these confines my course I bore.
She made the furges gentle, the winds fair;
Nor marvel whence thefe calms proceeded ares:
Need must she power upon the falt feas have,
That was fea-born, created from a wave.
Still may she stand in her ability,

And as she made the feas with much facility,
To be thro' fail'd; fo may the calm my heat,
And bear my thoughts to their defired feat,
My flames I found not here; no, I proteft,
I brought them with me clofed in my breaft;
Myfelf transported them without attorney,
Love was the motive to my tedious journey.
Not bluft'ring winter, when he triumph'd moft,
Nor any error drove me to this coaft ::

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 of petty nations my fhip feeks,.
Nor land I as a spy among the Greeks.

What need we? See, of all things we have ftore!
Compar'd with Troy, alas! your Greece, is poor.
For thee I come, thy fame hath thus far driven me,
Whom golden Venus hath by promife given me.
I wish'd thee ere I knew thee, long ago,
Before thefe eyes dwelt on this glorious fhow...
I faw thee in my thoughts; know, beauteous dame, .
I first beheld you with the eyes of fame.

Nor marvel, lady, I was ftroke fo far.

Thus darts or arrows fent from bows of war,
Wound a great distance off: fo was I hit
With a deep fmarting wound, that rankles yet.