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OF LOVE... TO PHYLLIS... TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND. 49 While some fierce lion does embrace
Beauty like a shadow flies, His breathless corpse, and lick his face:
And our youth before us dies. Wrapp'd up in silent fear he lies,
Or, would youth and beauty stay,
Love hath wings, and will away.
Gods, that never change their state,
Vary oft their love and hate.
Phyllis! to this truth we owe Itself discharges on our foes;
All the love betwixt us two: And sorrow too finds some relief
Let not you and I inquire, In tears, which wait upon our grief:
What has been our past desire; So every passion, but fond love,
On what shepherd you have smil'd, Cato its own redress does move:
Or what nymphs I have beguilid: Bet that alone the wretch inclines
Leave it to the planets too, To that prevents his own designs ;
What we shall hereafter do: Makes him lament, and sigh, and weep,
For the joys we now may prove,
Take advice of present love.
TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND.
Brave Holland leads, and with him Falkland goes. The gay, the frolic, and the loud.
Who hears this told, and does not strait suppose 20 first the generous steed opprest;
We send the Graces and the Muses forth, Nat kneeling did salate the beast;
To civilize and to instruct the North ? Bu wth bigh courage, life, and force,
Not that these ornaments make swords less sharp: Approaching, tam'd th' unruly horse.
Apollo bears as well his bow as barp; l'owisely ve the wiser East
And though he be the patron of that spring, Pty, supposing them opprest,
Where in calm peace the sacred virgins sing, th tyrants' force, whose law is will,
He courage had to guard th' invaded throne by which they govern, spoil, and kill:
Of Jove, and cast the ambitious giants down. Each nymph, but moderately fair,
Ah, noble friend! with what impatience all Commands with no less rigour here.
That know thy worth, and know how prodigal Shoald sone brave Turk, that walks among Of thy great soul thou art, (longing to twist Hs twenty lasses, bright and young,
Bays with that ivy, which so early kiss'd And beckons to the willing dame,
Thy youthful temples) with what hortour we Preferr'd to quench his present flame,
Think on the blind events of war and thee! Behold as many gallants here,
To Fate exposing that all-knowing breast With modest guise, and silent fear,
Among the throng, as cheaply as the rest; All to obe female idol bend,
Where oaks and brambles (if the copse be burn'd) While her high pride does scarce descend
Confounded lie, to the same ashes turn'd. To mark their follies, he would swear,
Some happy wind over the ocean blow That these her guard of eunuchs were;
This tempest yet, which frights our island so! And that a more majestic queen,
Guarded with ships, and all the sea our own, Or humbler slaves, he had not seen.
From Heaven this mischief on our beads is thrown. All this with indignation spoke,
In a late dream, the Genius of this land, In rain I struggled with the yoke
Amaz'd, I saw, like the fair Hebrew : stand; Oí mighty love: that conquering look,
When first she felt the twins begin to jar, When next beheld, like lightning strook
And found her womb the seat of civil war. My blasted soul, and made me bow
Inclin'd to whose relief, and with presage Lower than those I pity'd now.
Of better fortune for the present age, So the tall stag, upon the brink
Heaven sends, quoth I, this discord for our good; Of some sinooth stream, about to drink,
To warm, perhaps, but not to waste our blood : Sürreying there his armed head,
To raise our drooping spirits, grown the scorn With shame remembers that he fled
Of our proud neighbours; who ere long shall mourn The scorned dogs, resolves to try
('Though now they joy in our expected harins) The combat dext: but, if their cry
We had occasion to resume our arms. kvades again his trembling ear,
A lion, so with self-provoking smart, He strait resames his wonted care;
(His rebel tail scourging his nobler part) lares the untasted spring behind,
Calls up his courage; then begins to roar, Asd, ving'd with fear, outflies the wind.
And charge bis foes, who thought him mad before.
TO PHYLLIS. Putri.is! why should we delay, Pleasures shorter than the day? Coald we (which we never can!) Stretch our lives beyond their span,
FOR DRINKING OF HEALTHIS. Les brutes and vegetals, that camiot think, So far as drought and nature urges, drink:
A more indulgent mistress guides our sp'rits, Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts herself the triumph of her eyes : She would our care, as well as thirst, redress, So Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd And with divinity rewards excess.
His flaming Rome, and as it burn'd he play'd.
TO A LADY
SINGING A SONG OF HIS COMPOSING.
That, like a spirit, with this spell Who, naming me, doth warm his courage so,
Of my own teaching, I am caught. Shows for my sake what his bold hand would do.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espy'd a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Had Echo with so sweet a grace For if with thee I longer stay,
Narcissus' loud complaints return'd, Thy eyes prevail upon me so,
Not for reflection of his face, I shall prove blind, and lose my way.
But of his voice, the boy had burn'd. Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth,
Among the rest, me hither brought : Finding this fame fall short of truth, Made me stay longer than I thought.
OF MRS. ARDEN. For I'm engag'd, by word and oath,
Begold, and listen, while the fair A servant to another's will:
Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air, Yet, for thy love, I'd forfeit both,
And, with her own breath, fans the fire Could I be sure to keep it still.
Which her bright eyes do first inspire.
What reason can that Jove control, But what assurance can I take?
Which more than one way courts the soul ! When thon, foreknowing this abuse,
So, when a flash of lightning falls For some more worthy lover's sake,
On our abodes, the danger calls May'st leave me with so just excuse.
For human aid, which hopes the flame For thou may'st say, 'twas not thy fault,
To conquer, though from Heaven it came, That thou didst thus inconstant prove;
But, if the winds with that conspire,
Men'strive not, but deplore the fire. Being by my example taught,
To break thy oath, to mend thy love. No, Chloris, no: I will return,
And raise thy story to that height, That strangers shall at distance burn, And she distrust me reprobate.
MARRIAGE OF THE DWARFS Then shall my love this doubt displace,
Design or Chance make others wive, And gain such trust, that I may come
But Nature did this match contrive: And banquet sometimes on thy face,
Eve might as well have Adam fled,
As she deny'd her little bed
Thrice happy is that humble pair,
Beneath the level of all care !
Of sad distrust and jealousy:
As if the world held none but them. What art is this, that, with so little pains,
To him the fairest nymphs do show
Does to his Galatea seem:
Creating for ourselves us two,
As Love has une for only you !
PLAYIXG ON THE LUTE.
LOVE'S FAREWELL...FROM A CHILD...ON A GIRDLE.
For you, that are in motion still,
Decline our force, and mock our skill ;
Who, like Don Quixote, do advance A long farewell to love I gave:
Against a windmill our vain lance. Resolvid my country, and my friends,
Now will I wander through the air, All that remain'd of me should have.
Mount, make a stoop at every fair ; And this resolve, no mortal dame,
And, with a fancy unconfind,
(As lawless as the sea or wind) None but those eyes, could have o'erthrown:
Pursue you wheresoe'er' you fly, The nymph I dare not, need not, name,
And with your various thoughts comply. So high, so like herself alone.
The formal stars do travel so, This the tall oak, which now aspires
As we their names and courses know; Above the fear of private fires,
And he that on their changes looks, Grown and design'd for nobler use,
Would think them govern’d by our books: Not to make warm, but build the house,
But never were the clouds reduc'd Though from our meaner flames secure,
To any art: the motions us'd fust that which falls from Heaven endure. By those free vapours are so light,
So frequent, that the conquerid sight
Despairs to find the rules, that guide
Those gilded shadows as they slide,
And therefore of the spacious air
She with her own resemblance grac'd
A shining cloud, which he embrac'd.
Such was that image, so it smild
'Twas shap'd like her; but for the fair, Tha: I might ever such indulgence find,
He fill'd his arms with yielding air.
A fate for which he grieve the less,
Soon overtakes whom he had chas'd;
But she, that did a virgin seem,
Lays greedy hold upon a bird ;
And stands amaz'd to find his dear
A wild inhabitant of th' air. Shall poa my joyful temples bind :
To these old tales, such nymphs as you No monarch but would give his crown,
Give credit, and still make them new; His arts might do what this has done.
The amorous now like wonders find, It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
In the swift changes of your mind. The pale which held that lovely deer :
But, Cælia, if you apprehend My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
The Muse of your incensed friend,
Nor would that he record your blame, Dsd all within this circle move!
And make it live, repeat the same; A narrore compass! and yet there
Again deceive him, and again, Deelt all that's good, and all that's fair :
And then he swears he'll not complain : Grre me but what this ribband bound,
For still to be deluded so,
Is all the pleasure lovers know;
Not the quarry, but the flight.
'Tis not your beauty can engage Transforin myself to what you love.
My wary heart: Pool that I was! so much to prize
The Sun, in all his pride and rage, These simple virtues you despise :
Has not that art; Fot! that with such dull arrows strove,
And yet he shines as bright as you, Or bop'd to reach a flying dove.
If brightness could our souls subdue.
'Tis not the pretty things you say,
I pluck'd it, though no better grown;
And now you see how full 'tis blown.
Still as I did the leaves inspire,
With such a purple light they shone, In some of our own sex we find.
As if they had been made of fire,
And, spreading so, would flame anon:
All that was meant by air or sin,
To the young flower, my breath has done.
If our loose breath so much can do,
What may the same in forms of love, Dissemble well, and win the field.
Of purest love, and music too,
When Flavia it aspires to move?
When that, which lifeless buds persuades
To wax more soft, her youth invades?
Beyond the brand of beauty tost !
See how the motion does dilate the flame! And all this place with roses strow,
Delighted Love his spoils does boast, If busy feet would let them grow.
And triumph in this game. Here Venus smil'd, to see blind Chance
Fire, to no place confin’d, Itself, before her son, advance;
Is both our wonder, and our fear; And a fair image to present,
Moving the mind, Of what the boy so long had meant.
As lightning hurled through the air. 'Twas such a chance as this made all The world into this order fall.
High Heaven the glory does increase Thus the first lovers, on the clay,
Of all her shining lamps this artful way: Of which they were composed, lay:
The Sun, in figures, such as these, So in their prime, with equal grace,
Joys with the Moon to play: Met the first patterns of our race.
To the sweet strains they advance, Then blush not, fair! or on him frown,
Which do result from their own spheres, Or wonder how you both came down;
As this nymph's dance But touch him, and he'll tremble strait :
Moves with the numbers which she hears. How could he then support your weight? How could the youth, alas! but bend, When his whole Heaven upon bim lean'd> If aught by him amiss were done, 'Twas, that he let you rise so soon.
DISCOVERY OF A LADY'S PAINTING.
PYGMALEON's fate revers'd is mine;
His marble love took flesh and blood;
All that I worshipp'd as divine, The sense it has of lovers' cares :
That beauty! now 'tis understood, She, that has so far the rest outshin'd,
Appears to have no more of life,
Than that whereof he fram'd his wife.
As women yet, who apprehend
Some sudden cause of causeless fear, A storm, itself becomes obscure.
Although that seeming cause take end,
And they behold no danger near, Hence 'tis, that I conceal my flame,
A shaking through their limbs they find,
Like leaves saluted by the wind :
So, though the beauty do appear
No beauty, which amaz'd me so; Their grief untold, should pine and die,
Yet from my breast I cannot tear Than her bright morning, overcast
The passion, which from thence did grow; With sullen clouds, should be defac'd.
Nor yet out of my fancy rase
A real beauty, though too near,
The fond Narcissus did admire:
I doat on that which is no where; Big with many a coming rose,
The sign of beauty feeds my fire. This early bud began to blush,
No mortal flame was e'er so cruel And did but half itself disclose :
As this, which thus survives the fuel.
May not a thousand dangers sleep
In the smooth bosom of the deep?
No: 'tis so rockless and so clear,
That the rich bottom does appear
Pav'd all with precious things; not torn The silver favour which you gave,
From shipwreck'd vessels, but there born. In ink the shining point I dy'd,
Sweetness, truth, and every grace, And drench'd it in the sable wave;
Which time, and use, are wont to teach, When, grier'd to be so foully stain'd,
The eye may in a moment reach, On you it thus to me complain'd.
And read distinctly in her face. Suppose you had deserv'd to take
Some other nymphs, with colours faint, From her fair hand so fair a boon;
And pencil slow, may Cupid paint, Yet bow deserved I to make
And a weak heart in time destroy ; So ill a change, who ever won
She has a stamp, and prints the boy : Innortal praise for what I wrote,
Can, with a single look, inflame Instructed by her noble thought?
The coldest breast, the rudest tame. * I, that expressed her commands
To mighty lords and princely dames, Always most welcome to their hands,
THE SELF-BANISHED. Proud that I would record their names, Must now be taught an humble style,
It is not that I love you less, Some meaner beauty to beguile."
Than when before your feet I lay;
But, to prevent the sad increase So I, the wronged pen to please,
Of hopeless love, I keep away. Make it my humble thanks express tots your ladyship, in these:
In vain, alas! for every thing, And Don 'tis forced to confess,
Which I have known belong to you, That your great self did ne'er indite,
Your form does to my fancy bring, Nor that, to one more noble, write.
And makes my old wounds bleed anew.
Already has a fever got,
Too late begins those shafts to shun,
Which Phoebus through his veins has shot. CALORIS! since first our calm of peace Was frighted hence, this good we find,
Too late he would the pain assuage, Your favours with your fears increase,
And to thick shadows does retire; And growing mischiefs make you kind.
About with him he bears the rage,
And in his tainted blood the fire.
But vow'd I have, and never must
Your banish'd servant trouble you ;
Por if I break, you may mistrust
The vow I made-to love you too. With treasure, from her yielding boughs.
SONG. While I listen to thy voice,
CHoris, I feel my life decay;
Calls my fleeting soul away.
To Heaven may go:
For all we know
That now she knows,
Tell her that's young,
That hadst thou sprung
Small is the worth
Bid her come forth,
Then die! that she
May read in thee:
OF LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT.
Of the new sea explore,
Already I behold the shore !