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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; 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:
1 would but lear, nor is my mind well set;
My will would surrher what my sear doth let.
I have no husband here, and you no wise;
I love your shape, you mine, dear-as your lise.
The night seems long to such as fleep alone,
Our ktters meet to inteichange our moan.
You judge me beauteous, I elieem you fair,
Under one roof we lovers lodged are.

And (let me die) but every thing consider,
Each thing persuades us we shall lie together.
Nothing we see molests us, nought we hear,
And yet my forward will is flack thro' sear.

1 would te God, that what you ill persuade,
You could as well compel; fo I were made
Unwilling willing, pleasingly abus'd,

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
My long-wistYd bed, just at th'appointed time
The wind should alter, and blow fair for Troy,
You must break off, in midst os all your joy,
And leave me in the insancy of pleasure;
Amid my'riches, I stiall lose my treasure.
"Sou will forfake the sweets my bed affords,
T' exchange for cabins, hatches andpitch'd boards.
Then what a sickle courtstiip you commence,
"When, with the sirst wind, all your love blows hence?
But shall I follow you when you are gone,
And be the giandchild to Laomedon!
And Ilium see, whose beauty you proclaim?
I do not fo despise the bruit of fame,
That she to whom I am indebt such thanks,
Should sill the earth with such adulterate pranks.
What will Achaia? What will Sparta fay?
What will your Troy report, and Asia?
What my old Priam, or his reverend queen?
'What may your sisters, having Helen seen,
Or your Dardanian brothers deem of me?
Will they nor blame my loose inchafiity?
Nay, how can you yourself faithful deem me,
And not amongst the loosest dames esteem me?
No stranger shall your Asian ports come near,
But'he shall sill your guilty foul with sear.
How often, angry at fome small otfcnce,
Will you thus fay; adul't'ress, get thee hence?
Forgetting you yourself have been the chief
In mv transgression, tho' not in my grief.
.Consider what it is, forgetful lover,
To be sin's. author, and sin's sharp reprover.

But ere the least os all these ills betide me,
I with the earth may in her bofom hide me.

But I shall all your Phrygian wealth possefe,
And more than your epiltle can express:
Gifts, woven g Id, imbroidery, rich attire,
Purple and pla e, or what 1 can desire.
Yet cive me leave, think you all this extends
To countervail the loss of my chief friends?
"Whose friend-ship, or whose aid shall I imploy
To succour me, when I am wrong'd in Troy?
Or whether can I, having thus misdone,
Unto my sather, or my brothers run?
As much a." you to me, false Jafon swore
Unto Medea, yet from.Æfon's door
He after did exile her. Now, poor heart,
Where is thy father that should take thy part?
Old Ætes or Calciope-? thou took'st
No aid from them, whom thou before forfook'ft.
Or fay thou didst (alas! they cannot hear
Thy fad complaints) yet I no such thing sear;
No more Medea did: good hopes engage
Themselves fo far, they sail in their prefage.
You seethe ships that in the main are toss'd,
And many times by tempests wreck'd and lost,
Had, at their launching from the haven's mouth,
A smooth sea, and a calm gale from the fouth.
Besides, the brand your mother dreamt she bare,
The night besore your birth, breeds me fresh care.
It propheiy'd, ere many years expire,
Inflamed Troy must burn with Greekish sire.
As Venus favours you, because she gain'd
A doubtful prize by you; yet the disdaia'd

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