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What new-found rhetorick is thine?

Ev'n thy dissuasions me persuade,
And thy great power does clearest shine,
When thy commands are disobey'd.

In vain thou bidd'st me to forbear;
Obedience were rebellion here.

Thy tongue comes in, as if it meant
Against thine eyes t' assist my heart;
But different far was his intent,

For straight the traitor took their part:

And by this new foe I'm bereft
Of all that little which was left.

The act, I must confess, was wise
As a dishonest act could be:
Well knew the tongue, alas! your eyes
Would be too strong for that and me;
And part o' th' triumph chose to get,
Rather than be a part of it.

RESOLVED TO BE BELOVED.

'T IS true, I 'ave lov'd already three or four, And shall three or four hundred more; I'll love each fair-one that I see,

Till I find one at last that shall love me.

That shall my Canaan be, the fatal soil

That ends my wanderings and my toil:
I'll settle there, and happy grow;

The country does with milk and honey flow.

The needle trembles so, and turns about,

Till it the northern point find out;

But constant then and fix'd does prove, Fix'd, that his dearest pole as soon may move.

Then may my vessel torn and shipwreck'd be,
If it put forth again to sea!

It never more abroad shall roam,

Though 't could next voyage bring the Indies home.

But I must sweat in love, and labour yet,

Till I a competency get;

They 're slothful fools who leave a trade, Till they a moderate fortune by 't have made.

Variety I ask not; give me one

Like

To live perpetually upon;

The person Love does to us fit,
has the taste of all in it.

manna,

THE SAME.

FOR Heaven's sake, what d' you mean to do
Keep me, or let me go, one of the two;
Youth and warm hours let me not idly lose,

The little time that Love does choose:
If always here I must not stay,

Let me be gone whilst yet 't is day;
Lest I, faint and benighted, lose my way.

'T is dismal, one so long to love

In vain; till to love more as vain must prove;
To hunt so long on nimble prey, till we
Too weary to take others be:

. Alas! 't is folly to remain,

And waste our army thus in vain, Before a city which will ne'er be ta'en.

At several hopes wisely to fly, Ought not to be esteem'd inconstancy; "T is more inconstant always to pursue

A thing that always flies from you;
For that at last may meet a bound,
But no end can to this be found,
'Tis nought but a perpetual fruitless round.

When it does hardness meet, and pride, My love does then rebound t' another side; But, if it aught that 's soft and yielding hit,

It lodges there, and stays in it.

Whatever 't is shall first love me, That it my heaven may truly be, I shall be sure to give 't eternity.

THE DISCOVERY.

BY Heaven, I'll tell her boldly that 't is she;
Why should she asham'd or angry be,
To be belov'd by me?

The Gods may give their altars o'er;
They'll smoke but seldom any more,
If none but happy men must them adore.

The lightning, which tall oaks oppose in vain,
To strike sometimes does not disdain

The humble furzes of the plain.

She being so high, and I so low,

Her power by this does greater show,

Who at such distance gives so sure a blow.

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.

If there 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, T'an undeserving beggar than a thief.

AGAINST FRUITION.

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 yet a whole world to me, and dost fill
My large ambition; but 't is dangerous still,
Lest I like the Pellæan 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;

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