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Then all the fields and woods shall with it ring;
Then Echo's burthen it shall be;
Then all the birds in several notes shall sing,
And all the rivers murmur, thee;
Then every wind the sound shall upwards bear,
And softly whisper 't to some angel's ear,

Then shall thy name through all my verse be spread, Thick as the flowers in meadows lię,

And, when in future times they shall be read (As sure, I think, they will not die)

If

any critick doubt that they be mine,

Men by that stamp shall quickly know the coin.

Meanwhile I will not dare to make a name

To represent thee by;

Adam (God's nomenclator) could not frame
One that enough should signify:

Astrea or Celia as unfit would prove
For thee, as 't is to call the Deity Jove.

WEEPING.

SEE where she sits, and in what comely wise
Drops tears more fair than others' eyes
Ah, charming maid let not ill-fortune see
Th' attire thy sorrow wears,

Nor know the beauty of thy tears;

For she 'll still come to dress herself in thee.

As stars reflect on waters, so I spy

In every drop, methinks, her eye.
The baby, which lives there, and always plays
In that illustrious sphere,

Like a Narcissus does appear,

Whilst in his flood the lovely boy did gaze.

Ne'er yet did I behold so glorious weather,
As this sun-shine and rain together.
Pray Heaven her forehead, that pure hill of snow
(For some such fountain we must find,

To waters of so fair a kind)

Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below!

Ah, mighty Love! that it were inward heat
Which made this precious limbeck sweet!'
But what, alas! ah, what does it avail,

That she weeps tears so wondrous cold.
As scarce the ass's hoof can hold,
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail.

DISCRETION.

DISCREET! what means this word discreet ?
A curse on all discretion!.

This barbarous term you will not meet
In all Love's lexicon.

Jointure, portion, gold, estate,

Houses, household-stuff, or land

(The low conveniencies of Fate),

Are Greek no lovers understand.

Believe me, beauteous one! when love
Enters into a breast,

The two first things it does remove
Are friends and interest.

Passion's half blind, nor can endure
The careful, scrupulous eyes;
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,
Cast all their goods and riches out,
Themselves their port to gain.

As well might martyrs, who do choose
That sacred death to take,

Mourn for the clothes which they must lose,
When they're bound naked to the stake.

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THE WAITING MAID.

THY Maid! ah! find some nobler theme
Whereon thy doubts to place;

Nor by a low suspect blaspheme
The glories of thy face.

Alas! she makes thee shine so fair,
So exquisitely bright,

That her dim lamp must disappear
Before thy potent light.

Three hours each morn in dressing thee
Maliciously are spent ;

And make that beauty tyranny,
That's else a civil government.

Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barbarous skill;

'Tis like the poisoning of a dart
Too apt before to kill.

The ministering angels none can see;
'Tis not their beauty' or face,
For which by men they worshipp'd he;

But their high office and their place,
Thou art my Goddess, my Saint she;
I pray to her, only to pray to thee.

COUNSEL.

AH! what advice can I receive!
No, satisfy me first;
For who would physick-potions give
To one that dies with thirst?

A little puff of breath, we find,

Small fires can quench and kill; But, when they're great, the adverse wind Does make them greater still.

Now whilst you speak, it moves me much,
But straight I'm just the same;

Alas! th' effect must needs be such
Of cutting through a flame.

THE CURE.

COME, doctor! use thy roughest art,
Thou canst not cruel prove;

Cut, burn, and torture, every part,
To heal me of my love.

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