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While thus I fuffer not my self to lose
The memory of what augments my woes :
But with my own breath ftill foment the fire,
Which flames as high as fancy can aspire !

This last complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce
Of just APOLLO, president of verfe;
Highly concerned that the Mufe should bring
Damage to one, whom he had taught to fing;
Thus he advis'd me :

“ On yon aged tree
Hang up thy lute, and hie thee to the sea;
“ That there with wonders thy diverted mind
“ Some truce at least may with this paffion find."
Ah cruel Nymph! from whom her humble swain
Flies for relief unto the raging Main ;
And from the winds, and tempefts, does expect
A milder fate, than from her cold neglect !
Yet there he'll pray, that the unkind may prove
Bleft in her choice; and vows this endless love
Springs from no hope of what she can confer,
But from those gifts which heav'n has heap'd on her.

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To my young Lady LUCY SIDNEY.

HY came I

Into a world, which, wanting thee,
Could entertain us with no worth,

Or shadow of felicity ?
That time should me so far remove
From that which I was born to love !

Yet

Yet, fairest blossom! do not slight
That
age
which

you may know so foon: The rosy morn resigns her light,

And milder glory, to the noon: And then what wonders shall you do, Whose dawning beauty warms us fo?

Hope waits upon the flow'ry prime;

And summer, though it be less gay,
Yet is not look'd on as a time

Of declination, or decay :
For, with a full hand, that does bring
All that was promis'd by the spring.

TO AMOR E T.

F

AIR! that you may truly know

What you unto THYRSIS Owe;
I will tell you how I do
SACHARIS SA love, and You.

Joy falutes me, when I set
My bleft eyes on Amorer:
But with wonder I am strook,
While I on the other look.

If sweet AMORET complains,
I have sense of all her pains:
But for SACHARISSA I
Do not only grieve, but die.

All that of myfelf is mine,
Lovely AMORET! is thine,

SA

SACHARIS SA's captive fain
Would untie his iron chain;
And, those scorching beams to fhun,
To thy gentle shadow run.

If the soul had free election
To dispose of her affection ;
I would not thus long have born
Haughty SACHARIS SA's fcorn:
But 'tis fure some Pow'r above,
Which controuls our wills in love !

If not love, a strong desire
To create and spread that fire
In my breast, sollicites me,
Beauteous AMORET!. for thee.

'Tis amazement more than love,
Which her radiant eyes do move :
If less splendor wait on thine,
Yet they fo benignly shine,
I would turn my dazled fight
To behold their milder light.
But as hard 'tis to destroy
That high flame, as to enjoy :
Which how eas'ly I may do,
Heav'n (as eas’ly scald) does know!

AMORET! as sweet and good
As the most delicious food,
Which, but tasted, does impart
Life and gladness to the heart.

SACHARI S SA's beauty's wine,
Which to madness doth incline :
Such a liquor, as no brain
That is mortal can sustain.

Scarce

Scarce can I to heav'n excuse
The devotion, which I use
Unto that adored dame:
For 'tis not unlike the same,
Which I thither ought to fend.
So that if it could take end,
'Twould to heav'n it self be due
To succeed her, and not you:
Who already have of me
All that's not idolatry:
Which, though not fo fierce a flame,
Is longer like to be the same.

Then smile on me, and I will prove,
Wonder is shorter-liv'd than love,

On the Friendhip betwixt SACHARI S S A

and AMOR E T.

T.

ELL me, lovely loving Pair !

Why so kind, and so severe ?
Why so careless of our care,

Only to your felves fo dear?
By this cunning change of hearts,

You the pow'r of Love controul ;
While the boy's deluded darts

Can arrive at neither soul.

For in vain to either breast

Still beguiled Love does come: Where he finds a foreign guest;

Neither of your hearts at home.

Debtors

Debtors thus with like design,

When they never mean to pay,
That they may the law decline,

To some friend make all away.

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MORET, the Milky Way,

Fram'd of many nameless stars!
The smooth stream, where none can say,

He this drop to that prefers !

AMORET, my lovely foe!

Tell me where thy strength does lye?
Where the pow'r that charms us fo?

In thy soul, or in thy eye?

By that snowy neck alone;

Or thy grace in motion seen;
No such wonders cou'd be done :

Yet thy waist is straight, and clean,

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