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Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you | Then shall the world my noble ruin sen, can)
Some pity and some envy me; And let me and my sun beget a man!
Then she herself, the mighty she,
Shall grace my funerals with this truth; “ 'Twas only love destroy'd the gentle youth 14
What mines of sulphur in my breast do lie, The next Sun's rising will behold
That feed th'eternal burnings of my heart ! Me pale, and lean, and old :
Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly, The man who did this picture draw,
The sounding shop of Vulcan's smoky art; Will swear next day my face he never saw,
Vulcan his shop has placed there.
And Cupid's forge is set-up here.
Here all those arrows' mortal heads are made, Your presence will such vigour give,
That fly so thick unseen through yielding air; (Your presence, which makes all things
The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade, live!)
80 Are Jealousy, Fear, Sadness, and Despair, And absence so much alter me,
Ah, cruel god! and why to me This will the substance, I the shadow, be.
Gave you this curs'd monopoly?
I have the trouble, not the gains, of it:
And then (I 'll ask no other benefit)
Heat as you please your furnace in my heart : And hear it breathe a sigh or two;
So sweet's revenge to me, that I For those are the first things that it will do.
Upon my foe would gladly die. My rival-image will be then thought blest,
Deep into her bosom would I strike the dart, And laugh at me as dispossest;
Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee; But thou, who (if I know thee right)
Thou giv'st them small wounds, and so far from l'th' substance dost not much delight,
th'heart, Wilt rather send again for me,
They flutter still about, inconstantly: Who then shall but my picture's picture be.
Curse on thy goodness, whom we find
Civil to pone but woman-kind !
Their wounded hearts do still retain the powers
To travel and to wander, as before:
Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours No; to what purpose should I speak?
So unjustly are distributed,
They take the feathers, we the head.
divo | I've followed thee a year, at least, So handsomely the thing contrive,
And never stopp'd myself to rest;
But yet can thee o'ertake no more
| Than this day can the day that went before. May a chance-medley, and no murder, be.
In this our fortunes equal prove 'Tis nobler much for me, that I
To stars, which govern them above ;
Our stars, that move for ever round,
With the same distance still betwixt them found An execution; that a martyrdom.
In vain, alas ! in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.
Hearts by Love strangely shuffed are,
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers slain!
The wounded heart ne'er turns to wound again,
| I THOUGHT, I'll swear, I could have lov'd no mong Shall sigh out that too with my breath.
Than I bad done before ;
LOVE'S VISIBILITY...LOOKING ON HIS MISTRESS. 117 But you as easily might account,
RESOLVED TO LOVE, Till to the top of numbers you amount,
I wonder what the grave and wise As cast up my love's score.
Think of all us that love; Ten thousand millions was the sum;
Whether our pretty fooleries Millions of endless millions are to come.
Their mirth or anger move: Pm sure her beauties cannot greater grow
They understand not breath that words does want; Why should my love do so?
Our sighs to them are insignificant. Areal cause at first did move;
One of them saw me, th’ other day, But mine own fancy now drives on my love,
Touch the dear hand which I admire; With shadows from itself that flow,
My soul was melting straight away, My love, as we in numbers see,
And dropt before the fire : By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
This silly wise-man, who pretends to know,
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove; | Another, from my mistress' door
Saw me with eyes all wat'rý come;
! But thought some smoke was in the room : But, by the length, 'tis plain to see
Such ignorance from unwounded learning came; That love's a motion natural to me,
He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame;
If learn'd in other things you be,
And have in love no skill,
For I'll be ignorant still:
My love's my business, and my books her face Though so discreet and good she be,
These are but trifles, I confess, By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.
Which me, weak mortal! move;
Nor is your busy seriousness Men without love have oft so cunning grown,
Less trifling than my love : That something like it they have shown;
The wisest king, who from his sacred breast Bat none who had it ever seem'd t'have none.
Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best, Love's of a strangely open, simple kind, : Can no arts or disguises find,
MY FATE. But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind.
Go tid the needle his dear North forsake, The very eye betrays our inward smart:
To which with trembling reverence it does Love of himself left there a part,
bend; When through it he past into the heart. Go bid the stones a journey upwards make; Or if by chance the face betray not it,
· Go bid th'ambitious flame no more ascend: But keep the secret wisely, yet,
And, when these false to their old motions proves Like drunkenness, into the tongue 'twill get.
Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love.
Does nothing tie more strong than me to you; LOOKING ON; AND DISCOURSİNG My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate, WITH, HIS MISTRESS.
But will be still the same, whate'er you do: THESE full two hours now have I gazing been,
| You cannot kill my love with your disdain: What comfort by it can I gain?
Wound it you may; and make it live in pain. . To look on Heaven with mighty gulphs between | Me, mine example, let the Stoics use, Was the great miser's greatest pain;
Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain So near was he to Heaven's delight, Let ali predestinators me produce, A3 with the blest converse he might,
Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain: Yet could not get one drop of water by 't. .' This fire I'm born to-but 'tis she just tell, Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh,
Whether 't be beams of Heaven or flames of Hells What boundless spaces do us part!
You, who men's fortunes in their faces read, Fortune, and friends, and all Earth's empty show, To find out mine, look not, alas ! on me; My lowness, and her high desert:
But mark her face, and all the features heed; But these might conquerable prove;
For only there is writ my destiny:
Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll pot fear:
Is writ in Heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. Till, wearied with the fruitless pain, | What can men learn from stars they scarce cari They sit them down, and weep in vain,
see? and there in darkness and despair remain. Two great lights rule the world, and her two me.
In vain it something would have spoke: Therefore by Nature made at first
T attend the weakness of our birth!
Slight outward curtain to the nuptial berl!. I thought that this some remedy might prove;
Thou case to buildings not yet finished ! But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Whó, like the centre of the Earth, Cut by this chance in pieces small,
Dost heaviest things attract to thee, In all still liv'd, and still it'stung in all.
Though thou a point imaginary be! And now, alas ! each little broken part
A thing God thought for mankind so unfit, Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
That his first blessing ruin'd it. And every smallest corner still
Cold, frozen nurse of fiercest fires ! Lives with that torment which the whole did kill. Who, like the parched plains of Afric's sand, Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
(A sterile, and a wild unlovely land!)
Art always scorch'd with hot desires, And into several quarters get;
Yet barren quite, didst thou not bring Each troop does spoil and ruin more Than all join'd in one body did before.
Monsters and serpents forth thyself to sting! How many loves reign in my bosom now!
Thou that bewitchest men, whilst thou dost dwell
Like a close conjurer in his cell, How many loves, yet all of you!
And fear'st the day's discovering eye!
No wonder 'tis at all that thou should'st be
Who liv'st so melancholily!
Thou thing of subtile, slippery kind,
Which women lose, and yet no man can find! Tuou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;
Although I think thou never found wilt be, I was mine own, and free,
Yet I'm resolv'd to search for thee; Till I had given myself to thee;
The search itself rewards the pains: But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since. So, though the chymic his great secret miss,
Well, since so insolent thou’rt grown, (For neither it in art nor Nature is) Fond tyrant! I'll depose thee from thy throne;
Yet things well worth his toil he gains; Such outrages must not admitted be
And does his charge and labour pay In an elective monarchy.
With good unsought experiments by the way. Part of my heart by gift did to thee fall; Say what thou wilt, chastity is no more My country, kindred, and my best
Thee, than a porter is bis door. Acquaintance, were to share the rest;
In vain to honour they pretend, (walls; But thou, their covetous veighbour, draw'st out who guard themselves with ramparts and with all:
Them only Fame the truly valiant calls, Nay more; thou mak'st me worship thee, Who can an open breach defend. And would'st the rule of my religion be:
Of thy quick loss can be no doubt, Did ever tyrant claim such power as you, Within so hated, and so lov'd without
To be both emperor and pope too? The public miseries, and my private fate, Deserve some tears; but greedy thou
IMPOSSIBILITIES. (Insatiate maid!) wilt not allow That I one drop from thee should alienate:
IMPOSSIBILITIES! oh no, there's none; Nor wilt thou grant my sins a part,
Could mine bring thy heart captive home, Though the sole cause of most of them thou art;
As easily other dangers were o'erthrown, Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due,
As Cæsar, after vanquish'd Rome,
His little Asian foes did overcome.
True lovers oft by Fortune are envied ;
Oft Earth and Hell against them strive; Converting all things into thee;
But Providence engages on their side, Nought can resist, or not increase the flame :
And a good end at last does give: Nay, every grief and every fear
At last, just men and lovers always thrive. Thou dost devour, unless thy stamp it bear: As stars (not powerful else) when they conjoin, Thy presence, like the crowned basilisk's breath, Change, as they please, the world's estate; All other serpents puts to death.
So thy heart in conjunction with mine As men in Hell are from diseases free,
Shall our own fortunes regulate; So from all other ills am I;
And to our stars themselves prescribe a fate. Free from their known formality:
'Twould grieve me much to find some bold ro But all pains eminently lie in thee!
mance, Alas, alas! I hope in vain
That should two kind examples shew, My conquer'd soul from out thine hands to gain; Which before us in wonders did advance; Since all the natives there thou ’ast overthrown, Not that I thought that story true,
And planted garrisons of thine own. But none should fancy more, than I would do
Through spite of our worst enemies, thy friends; In things where fancy much does reign,
Through local banishment from thee; [ends, 'Tis dangerous too cunningly to feign;
And custom into Nature go:
Lame, with counterfeiting lame.
My lines of amorous desire
And 'twas a barbarous delight
But now, by love, the mighty Phalaris, I
My burning Bull the first do try.
And still the taper let me espy:
I NEVER yet could see that face
Which had no dart for me;
From fifteen years, to fifty's space, Curse on this tongue that has my heart betray'd,
They all victorious be. And his great secret open laid !
Love, thou 'rt a devil, if I may call thee one ; For, of all persons, chiefly she
For sure in me thy name is Legion.
Colour, or shape, good limbs, or face,
Goodness, or wit, in all I find; Since 'tis for me to lose my life more fit,
In motion or in speech a grace ; Than 'tis for her to save and ransom it.
If all fail, yet "tis woman-kind;
And I'm so weak, the pistol need not be
Double or treble charg'd to murder me.
If tall, the name of Proper slays;
If fair, she's pleasant as the light; That in my breast does reign;
Il low, her prettiness does please; Silence perhaps may make it sleep:
If black, what lover loves not night? I 'II bind that sore up I did ill reveal ;
If yellow-hair'd, I love, lest it should be The wourid, if once it close, may chance to heal. Th'excuse to others for not loving me. No, 'twill ne'er heal; my love will never die,
The fat, like plenty, fills my heart; Though it should speechless lie.
The lean, with love makes me too so : A river, ere it meet the sea,
If straight, her body's Cupid's dart As well might stay its source,
To me; if crooked, 'tis his bow: As my love can his course,
Nay, age itself does me to rage incline, Unless it join and mix with thee:
And strength to women gives, as well as wine. If any end or stop of it be found,
Just half as large as Charity We know the food runs still, though under My richly-landed Love's become; ground.
And, judg’d aright, is Constancy,
Though it take up a larger room:
Him, who loves always one, why should they call THE DISSEMBLÉR.
More constant than the man loves always all?
Thus with unwearied wings. I flee Uxburt, untouch'd, did I complain,
Through all Love's gardens and his fields; And terrify'd all others with the pain:
And, like the wise, industrious bee, But now I feel the mighty evil;
No weed but honey to me yields ! Ah! there's no fooling with the Devil ! Honey still spent this diligence still supplies, So, wanton men, whilst others they would fright, Though I return not home with laden thighs. Themselves have met a real sprite.
My soul at first indeed did prove I thought, I'll swear, an handsome lye
Of pretty strength against a dart, Had been no sin at all in poetry;
Till I this habit got of love; But now I suffer an arrest,
But my consum'd and wasted neart, For words were spoke by me in jest.
Once burnt to tinder with a strong desire, Dull, sottish god of love and can it be
Since that, by every spark is set on fire. Thou understand'st not raillery?
Darts, and wounds, and fame, and heat, 1 nam'd but for the rhyme, or the conceit; Nor meant my verse should raised be
THE CONSTANT. To this sad fame of prophesy : Truth gives a dull propriety to my style, Gerat ånd wise conqueror, who, where'er And all the metaphors doer spoil
Thou com'st, dost fortify, and settle there!
Who canst defend as well as get,
Ah, charming maid! let not Ill-fortune see And never hadst one quarter beat-up yet;
Th' attire thy sorrow wears, Now thou art in, thou ne'er wilt part
Nor know the beauty of thy tears; With one inch of my vanquish'd heart; For she 'll still come to dress herself in thee. For, since thon took'st it by assault from me,
As stars reflect on waters, so I spy "Tis garrison'd so strong with thoughts of thee It fears no beauteous enemy.
In every drop, methinks, her eye.
The baby, which lives there, and always plays Had thy charming strength been less,
In that illustrious sphere, L'ad servid ere this an hundred mistresses:
Like a Narcissus does appear, I'm better thus, nor would compound Whilst in his flood the lovely boy did gaze, To leave my prison to be a vagabond;
Ne'er yet did I behold such glorious weather, A prison in which I still would be,
As this sun-shine and rain together.
Pray Heaven her forehead, that pure hill of snow, All love is marriage on thy lover's side,
(For some such fountain we must find,
To waters of so fair a kind) For only death can them divide.
Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below! Close, narrow chain, yet soft and kind
Ah, mighty Love! that it were inward heat As that which spirits above to good does bind,
Which made this precious limbeck sweat! Gentle and sweet Necessity, Which does not force, but guide, our liberty!
But what, alas ! ah, what does it avail,
That she weeps tears so wondrous cold, Your love on me were spent in vain,
As scarce the ass's hoof can hold,
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail?
A curse on all discretion !
This barbarous term you will not meet
In all Love's lexicon. With more than Jewish reverence as yet Jointure, portion, gold, estate, Do I the sacred namne conceal ;
Houses, household-stuff, or land, When, ye kind stars, ah when will it be fit
(The low conveniences of Fate) This gentle mystery to reveal?
Are Greek no lovers understand. When will
our love be nam'd, and we possess That christening as a badge of happiness?
Believe me, beauteous one! when love
Enters into a breast. So bold as yet no verse of mine has been,
The two first things it does remove
Are friends and interests.
Passion's half blind, nor can endure
The careful, scrupulous eyes; Laid down by her, ere taken up by me.
Or else I could not love, I'm sure,
One who in love were wise.
Men, in such tempests tost about,
Will, without grief or pain, And all the rivers murmur, thee;
Cast all their goods and riches out, Then every wind the sound shall upwards bear,
Themselves their port to gain. And softly whisper 't to some angel's ear. As well might martyrs, who do choose Then shall thy name through all my verse be
That sacred death to take, spread,
Mourn for the cloaths which they must lose, Thick as the flowers in meadows lie,
When they 're bound naked to the stake, And, when in future times they shall be read,
(As sure, I think, they will not die) If any critic duubt that they be mine,
THE WAITING-MAID. Men by that stamp shall quickly know the coin. Tuy Maid! ah! find some nobler theme Meanwhile I will not dare to make a name
Whereon thy doubts to place; To represent thee by;
Nor by a low suspect blaspheme
The glories of thy face.
Alas! she makes thee shine so fair,
So exquisitely bright,
Before thy potent light.
Three hours each morn in dressing thee
Maliciously are spent;
That 's else a civil government