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Compar'd with her, all things so worthless prove,
That nought on Earth can tow'rds her move,
Till’t be exalted by her love.
Equal to her, alas! there's none;
She like a deity is grown,
That must create, or else must be alone.
ifthere be man who thinks himself so high,
As to pretend equality,
He deserves her less than I;
For he would cheat for his relief;
And one would give, with lesser grief,
Tan undeserving beggar than a thief.
No; thou'rt a fool, I’ll swear, if e'er thou grant;
Much of my veneration thou must want,
When once thy kindness puts my ignorance out;
For a learn'd age is always least devout.
Keep still thy distance; for at once to me
Goddess and woman too thou canst not be:
Thou'rt queen of all that sees thee, and as such
Must neither tyrannize nor yield too much;
Such freedoms give as may admit command,
But keep the forts and magazines in hand.
Thou'rt yeta whole world to me, and dost fill
My large ambition; but 'tis dangerous still,
Lest I like the Pellaean prince should be,
And weep for other worlds,having conquer'd thee:
When Love has taken all thou hast away,
His strength by too much riches will decay,
Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand,
Than women can be plac’d by Nature's hand;
And I must needs, I’m sure, a loser be,
To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee.
Thy sweetness is so much within me plac'd,
That, should'st thou nectar give, 'twould spoil the
Beauty at first moves wonder and delight;
'Tis Nature's juggling trick to eheat the sight.
W’ admire it whilst unknown; but after, more
Admire ourselves for liking it before.
Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
Does over-gorge himself with his own prey;
Of very hopes a surfeit he'll sustain,
Unless by fears he cast them up again:
His spirit and sweetness dangers keep alone;
If once he lose his sting, he grows a drone.
Same others may with safety tell The moderate flames which in them dwell; And either find some med'cine there, Or cure themselves ev'n by despair; My love's so great, that it might prove *IDangerous to tell her that I love. So tender is my wound, it must not bear Any salute, though of the kindest air.
I would not have her know the pain,
The torments, for her I sustain;
Lest too much goodness make her throw
Her love upon a fate too low.
Forbid j Heaven my life should be
Weigh’d with her least conveniency: No, let me perish rather with my grief, Than, to her disadvantage, find relief!
. Yet when I die, my last breath shall Grow bold, and plainly tell her all: Like covetous men, who ne'er descry Their dear-hid treasures till they die. Ah, fairest maid! how will it cheer My ghost, to get from thee a tear ! But take heed; for if me thou pitiest then, Twenty to one but I shall live again.
I wonden what those lovers mean, whosay They’ave given their hearts away : Some good kind lover, tell me how :
For mine is but a torment to me now.
If so it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain?
What courtesy can Love do more,
Than to join hearts that parted were before?
Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Like a granado shot into a magazine.
Then shall Love keep theashes and torn parts
Of both our broken hearts;
Shall out of both one new one make,
From her’s th'allay, from mine the metal, takes
For of her heart he from the flames will find
But little left behind:
Mine only will remain entire;
No dross was there, to perish in the fire.
Teach metolove! go teach thyself more wit;
I chief professor am of it.
Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews,
Teach boldness to the stews;
In tyrants' courts teach supple flattery;
Teach Jesuits, that have travell'd far, to lie;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow,
Teach restless fountains how to flow,
Teach the dull Earth fixt to abide,
Teach women-kind inconstancy and pride:
See if your diligence here will useful prove;
But, pr’ythee, teach not me to love.
The god of love, if such a thing there be,
May learn to love from me;
He who does boast that he has been
In every heart since Adam's sin;
I'll lay my life, may mistress, on't, that's more,
I'll teach him things he never knew before;
I'll teach him a receipt, to make
Words that weep, and tears that speak; ,
I'll teach him sighs, like those in death,
At which the souls go out too with the breath:
Still the soul stays, yet still does from me run,
As light and heat does with the Sun.
'Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 'tis I
Who must new worlds in it descry;
Rich worlds, that yield a treasure more
Than all that has been known before,
And yet like his, I fear, my fate must be,
To find them out for others, not for me,
Sire of Repentance! child of fond Desire!
That blow'st the chymics', and the lovers', fire,
Leading them still insensibly on
By the strange witchcraft of “amon!”
By thee the one does changing Nature, through
Her endless labyrinths, pursue;
And th’ other chases womam, whilst she goes
More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows,
Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure' [health !
Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's
Thou loser's victory, and thou beggar's wealth'
Thou manna, which from Heaven we eat,
To every taste a several meat'
Thou strong retreat! thou sure-entail'd estate,
Which nought has power to alienate
Thou pleasant, honest flatterer! for none
Flatter unhappy men, but thou alone!
Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness! Thou gentle dawning of a bright success' Thou good preparative, without which our joy Does work too strong, and, whilst it cures, destroy! Who out of Fortune's reach dost stand, And art a blessing still in hand 1 Whilst thee, her earnest-money, we retain, We certain are to gain, Whether she her bargain break, or else fulfil; Thou only good, not worse for ending ill!
Brother of Faith ! 'twixt whom and thee The joys of Heaven and Earth divided bel Though Faith be heir, and have the fixtestate, Thy portion yet in moveables is great. Happiness itself's all one In thee, or in possession Only the future's thine, the present his " . Thine's the more hard and noble bliss: Best apprehender of our joys! which hast So long a reach, and yet camst hold so fast !
Hope! thou sad lovers' only friend! Thou Way, that may’st dispute it with the End For love, I fear, 's a fruit that does delight The taste itself less than the smell and sight, Fruition more deceitful is Than thou canst be, when thou dost miss; Men leave thee by obtaining, and straight flee Some other way again to thee; And that's a pleasant country, without doubt, To which all soon return that travel out.
I Irrrle thought, thou fond ingrateful sin!
When first I let thee in,
And gave thee but a part
In my unwary heart,
That thou would'st e'er have grown
So false or strong to make it all thine own.
At mine own breast with care I fed thee still,
Letting thee suck thy fill;
And daintily I nourish'd thee
With idle thoughts and poetry!
As water fluidis, till it do grow
Solid and fixt by cold;
So in warm seasons Love does loosely flow;
Frost only can it hold:
A woman's rigour and disdain
Does his swift course restrain.
Though constant and consistent now it be,
Yet, when kind beams appear,
It melts, and glides apace into the sea,
And loses itself there. -
So the Sun's amorous play
Kisses the ice away.
You may in vulgar loves find always this;
But my substantial love
Of a more firm a “l perfect nature is ;
No weathers can it move:
Though heat dissolve the ice again,
The crystal solid does remain.
Tues like some wealthy island thou shalt lie, And like the sea about it, I;