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ON THE LADY . WHO CAN SLEEP WHEN SHE PLEASES.». No wonder sleep from careful lovers flies, to bathe himself in Sacharissa's eyes. As fair Astræa once from earth to heav'n, by strife and loud impiety was driv'n, so with our plaints offended, and our tears, wise Somnus to that paradise repairs; waits on her will, and wretches does forsake, to court the nymph for whom those wretches wake. More proud than Phæbus of his throne of gold, is the soft God those softer limbs to hold; nor would exchange with Jore, to hide the skies in dark’ning clouds, the pow'r to close her eyes ; eyes which so far all other lights controul, they warm our mortal parts, but these our soul!
Let her free spirit, whose unconquer'd breast hold such deep quiet and untroubled rest, know that tho' Venus and her son should spare her rebel heart, and never teach her care, yet Hymen may in force bis vigils keep, and for another's joy suspend her sleep.
THE STORY OF PHĘBUS AND DAPHNE
APPLIED. Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train, fair Sacharissa Jor'd, but lov'd in vain : like Phæbus sung the no less am'rous boy; like Daphne she, as lovely, and as coy! with numbers he the flying nymph pursues, with numbers such as Phæbus' self miglit use !
such is the chase when Love and Fancy leads
ON MY LADY ISABELLA
PLAYING ON THE LUTE. Such moving sounds from such a careless touch! so unconcern'd herself, and we so much! what art is this, that with so little pains transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? the trembling strings about her fingers crowd, and tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloud. Small force there needs to make them treinble so: touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too ? here Love takes stand, and while she charms the ear, empties his quiver on the list’ning deer. Music so softens and disarms the mind, that not an arrow does resistance tind. Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize, and acts herself the triumph of her eyes : so Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd bis flaming Rome, and as it burn'd he play'd.
ini." ON A GIRDLE.
It was my heav'n's extremest spbere,
AN APOLOGY FOR HAVING LOVED BEFORE.
They that never had the use
those little drops of light:
SIGHS. Oh! how I long my careless limbs to lay under the plantain's shade, and all the day with amorous airs my fancy entertain, invoke the Muses, and improve my vein'! Do passion there in my free breast should move, Bone but the sweet and best of passions, Love. There while I sing, if gentle Love be by, that tunes my lute, and winds the string so high, with the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name, I'll make the list ning savages grow tame.But while I do these pleasing dreams endite, I am diverted from the promis'd sight...
TO MY YOUNG LADY LUCY SIDNEY, Why came I so 'untimely forth : , into a world which, wanting thee, could entertain us with no worthy or shadow of felicity?
that time should me so far remove
yet is not look'd on as a time !
for with a full hand that does bring
· TO AMORET.'.': , . * Fairt that you may truly know
what you unto Thyrsis owe, in is will tell you how I do i, ; .. con Sacharissa love and you.
1. Joy salutes me when I set i ...! firmy blest eyes on Amoret ; .
I have sense of all her pains ; -, i la