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Now I these love-lines write, my pen, I vow,
Is a new ossisice taught, not known till now.
Happy are they that in this trade have skill-;
Alas! I am a fool, and shall be still;
And having till this hour not stept astray,
Fear in these sports left I should miss my way.
The sear (no doubt) is greater than the blame,
I stand .consounded, and amaz'd with shame;
And with the very thought of what you seek,
Think every eye six'd on my guilty cheek.
Nor are these suppositions merely vain,
The murmuring people whisperingly complain;
And my maid Æthra hath, by list'ning flily,
Brought me such news,as touch'd minehonourhigbly,
Wherefore .(dear lord) dissemble or desist;
Being over-ey'd, we cannot as we list
Fashion our sports, our love's pure harvest gather -;
But why should you desist? Dissemble rather.
Sport, but in secret; sport where none may see-:
The greater, but not greatest liberty
Is limited to your lascivious pl?.y,
That Menelaus is far hence away.
My husband about great affairs is posted,
Leaving bis royas guest securely hosied;
His business was important and material,
Being envploy'd about a crown imperial.
And as he now is mounted on his steed,
Ready on his long journey to proceed:
Even as he questions to depart or stay,
Sweet heart (quoth I) Oh! be not long away.
With that he reach'd me a sweet parting kiss,
(How loth he was to leave me, guess by this :)
Farewel, fair wife (faith he) bend all thy cares
To my domestic business, home-affaits;
But as the thing that I affection best,
Sweet wise, look well unto my Trojan guest.
It was no sooner out, but with much pain
My itching spleen from laughter I restrain;
Which striving to keep in, and bridle still,
At length I rung forth these sew words (I will. J
He's on his journey to the ifle of Crete,
But think not we may therefoie fasely meet:
He is so absent, that as present I
Am still within his reach, his ear, his eye;
And tho' abroad, his power at home commands,
For know you not kings have long-reaching hands?
The same for beauty you besides have given me,
Into a great exigent hath driven me.
The more your commendation sill'd his ear,
The more just cause my husband hath to sear;
Nor marvel you the king hath left me fo,
Into remote and foreign climes to go:
Much considence he dares repose in me^
My carriage, haviour, and my modesty;
My.beauty he mistrusts, my heart relies in;
My face he fears, my chaste lise he assies in.
To take time now when time is, you persuade me,
And with his apt sit absence you invade me:
And (let me die) but every thing consider,
1 would te God, that what you ill persuade,
So my simplicity might be excus'd.
Injury's force is oft-times wond'rous pleasing,
To such as suffer ease in their diseasing;
If what I will, you 'gainst my will should do,
2 with such force could be well pleased too.
But whilst our love is young and in the bud, Suffer his infant vigour be withstood: A siame new -kindled is as easily quench'd, And su<Hen sparks in little drops are drench'd. A traveller's love is, like himself, unstay'd, And wanders where he walks; it is not laid On any sirmer ground; for when we alone Think him to us, the wind blows fair, he's gone. "Witness Hypsipile, alike bet'ray'd; Witness with her the bright Mynoyan maid: Nay then yourself, as you yourself have spoken, To fair Oenone have your promise broken. Since I beheld your face sirst, my desire Hath been, of Trojan Paris to enquire. I know you now in every true respect, I'll grant you thus much then, fay you affect Me (whom you term your own.) I'll go thus far; Do not the Phryg'-in mariners prepare Their faiis and oars, ev'n now whilst we recite Exchange of words about the wished night?
"Say that even now you were prepar'd to climb
But ere the least os all these ills betide me,
But I shall all your Phrygian wealth possefe,