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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


Here, take my likeness with you, whilst 'tis so;
For, when from hence you go,

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.
I really believe, within a while,
If you upon this shadow smile,

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?
When from your well-wrought cabinet you take it, Give me but the disposal of one dart,

I have the trouble, not the gains, of it:
And your bright looks awake it,
Ah! be not frighted if you see

And then (I 'll ask no other benefit)
The new-soul'd picture gaze on thee,

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 !
Vain god! who women dost thyself adore !

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,
No, wretched beart! swell till you break.

They take the feathers, we the head.
She cannot love me if she would;
And, to say truth,' 'twere pity that she should.
No; to the grave thy sorrows bear;

As silent as they will be there :
Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound does give, I'Y

divo | I've followed thee a year, at least, So handsomely the thing contrive,

And never stopp'd myself to rest;
That she may guiltless of it live;

But yet can thee o'ertake no more
So perish, that her killing thee

| 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 ;
By her beauty, not her anger, die:

Our stars, that move for ever round,
This will look justly, and become

With the same distance still betwixt them found An execution; that a martyrdom.

In vain, alas ! in vain I strive
The censuring world will ne'er refrain

The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
From judging men by thunder slain.

Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She must be angry, sure, if I should be

She in it mends her pace as much as I.
So bold to ask her to make me,
By being her's, happier than she !

Hearts by Love strangely shuffed are,

That there can never meet a pair!
I will not ; 'tis a milder fate
To fall by her not loving, than her hate,

Tamelier than worms are lovers slain!

The wounded heart ne'er turns to wound again,
And yet this death of mine, I fear,
Will ominous to her appear;
When, sound in every other part,

Her sacrifice is found without an heart;
For the last tempest of my death

| 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,
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above Ask'd why I look'd so pale, and trembled so?

Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove; | Another, from my mistress' door
But are, since that beginning, found

Saw me with eyes all wat'rý come;
By their own fotms to move for ever round. Nor could the hidden cause explore,
All violent motions short do prove;

! 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,
WITH much of pain, and all the art I knew, For God's sake keep your arts from me;
• Have I endeavour'd hitherto

For I'll be ignorant still:
To hide my love, and yet all will not do. Study or action others may embrace ;
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she ;

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.
The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate

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:
Nothing does me so far remove,

Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies
As her hard soul's arersion from my love. But study the astrology of her eyes,
So travellers, that lose their way by night, If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
If from afar they chance t'espy

What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll pot fear:
Th’uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light, I well believe the fate of mortal days
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;

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.


It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke ; Tuou worst estate ev'n of the sex that's worst,

In vain it something would have spoke: Therefore by Nature made at first
The love within too strong for't was,

T attend the weakness of our birth!
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.

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!
Thus have I chang'd with evil fate
My monarch-love into a tyrant-state.

No wonder 'tis at all that thou should'st be
Such tedious and unpleasant company,

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.
Since first mine eyes I gave to you.
Thou all my joys and all my hopes dust claim;

True lovers oft by Fortune are envied ;
Thou ragest like a fire in me,

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;
Through the loud thoughts of less-concerning The play at last a truth does grow,
As easy shall my passage be,

And custom into Nature go:
As was the amorous youth's o'er Helle's sea : By this curst art of begging I became
In vain the winds, in vain the billows, roar;

Lame, with counterfeiting lame.
In vain the stars their aid deny'd;

My lines of amorous desire
He saw the Sestian tower on th other shore: I wrote to kindle and blow others' fire;
Shall th' Hellespont our loves divide?

And 'twas a barbarous delight
No, not the Atlantic ocean's boundless tide. My fancy promis'd from the sight:
Suck seas betwixt us easily conqner'd are;

But now, by love, the mighty Phalaris, I
But, gentle maid! do not deny

My burning Bull the first do try.
To let thy beams shine on me from afar ;

And still the taper let me espy:
For, when thy light goes out, I sink and die.


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.
Should not the ills I suffer know;
Since 'tis a thing might dangerous grow,

Colour, or shape, good limbs, or face,
Only in her to pity me:

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
Ah! never more shall thy unwilling ear

Double or treble charg'd to murder me.
My helpless story hear;
Discourse and talk awake does keep

If tall, the name of Proper slays;
The rude unquiet pain

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.
Though every door stood ope to me.
In spite both of thy coldness and thy pride,

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,
Since my love still could but remain
Just as it is; for what, alas! can be

So cold, that I admire they fall not hail?
Added to that which hath infinity
Both in extent and quality ?

Discreet! what means this word discreet ?

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
To wear that gem on any line;

Are friends and interests.
Nor, till the happy nuptial Muse be seen,
Shall any stanza with it shine.

Passion's half blind, nor can endure
Rest, mighty name! till then; for thou must be

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.
Then all the fields and woods shall with it ring;
Then Echo's burthen it shall be ;

Men, in such tempests tost about,
Then all the birds in several notes shall sing,

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
Adam (God's nomenclator) could not frame

The glories of thy face.
One that enough should signify:
Astrea or Cela as unfit would prove

Alas! she makes thee shine so fair,
For thee, as 'tis to call the Deity Jove.

So exquisitely bright,
That her dim lamp must disappear

Before thy potent light.

Three hours each morn in dressing thee

Maliciously are spent;
See where she sits, and in what comely wise And make that beauty tyranny,
Drops tears more fair than others' eyes!

That 's else a civil government

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