THE BARGAIN.

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TAKE heed, take heed, thou lovely Maid!
Nor be by glitt'ring ills betray'd;
Thyself for money? Oh! let no man know
The price of beauty fall'n fo low!

What dangers ought'ft thou not to dread,

When love that 's blind is by blind Fortune led?

His precious gold for beads and bells,

Does a more wife and gainful traffick hold,
Than thou who fell'ft thyfelf for gold."
What gains in fuch a Bargain are ?

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He'll in thy mines dig better treasures far.

III.

Can gold, alas! with thee compare?

'The fun that makes it is not fo fair;

The fun which can nor make nor ever fee
A thing fo beautiful as thee,

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In all the journies he does pafs,

Tho' the fea ferv'd him for a looking-glafs.

IV.

Bold was the wretch that cheapen'd thee;
Since Magus none fo hold as he :

Thou 'rt fo divine a thing, that thee to buy
Is to be counted Simony;"

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Too dear he 'll find his fordid price;
He 'as forfeited that and the benefice.

V.

If it be lawful thee to buy,

There's none can pay that rate but I;
Nothing on earth a fitting price can be,
But what on earth's most like to thee:
And that my heart does only bear,
For there thyfelf, thy very felf, is there.

VI.

So much thyfelf does in me live,

That when it for thyself I give,

'Tis but to change that piece of gold for this, Whofe ftamp and value equal is:

And that full weight, too, may be had,

My foul and body, two grains more, I'll add.

THE LONG LIFE.

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Love from Time'swings hath ftol'n the feathers,fure,

He has, and put them to his own,

For hours, of late, as long as days endure,

And very minutes hours are grown.

II.

The various motions of the turning year

Belong not now at all to me;

Each fummer's night does Lucy's now appear,
Each winter's day St. Barnaby.

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III.

How long a space fince first I lov'd it is!

To look into a glafs I fear,"

And am furpris'd with wonder when I miss
Gray hairs and wrinkles there.

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Th' old Patriarchs' age, and not their happ'ness too, Why does hard Fate to us reftore?

Why does Love's fire thus to mankind renew

What the flood wash'd away before?

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Sure thofe are happy people that complain
O' the fhortness of the days of man:

Contract mine, Heav'n! and bring them back again

To th' ordinary span.

VI.

If when your gift, long life, I difapprove,

I too ingrateful feem to be,

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Punish me justly, Heav'n! make her to love,

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And then 't will be too fhort for me.

COUNSEL.

I.

GENTLY, ah! gently, Madam! touch

The wound which you yourself have made;
That pain must needs be very much,
Which makes me of your hand afraid.

Cordials of puy give ine now,

For I too weak for purgings grow.

II.

Do but awhile with patience stay,
For Counsel yet will do no good,
Till time, and reft, and heav'n, allay
The vi'lent burnings of my blood;
For what effect from this can flow,
To chide men drunk for being fo?

Perhaps the phyfick 's good you give,
But ne'er to me can useful prove;
Med'cines may cure, but not revive;
And I'm not fick, but dead in love.
In Love's hell, not his world, am I;
At once I live, am dead, and die.

IV.

What new-found rhetorick is thine?
Ev'n thy diffuafions me perfuade,
And thy great pow'r does cleareft fhine
When thy commands are disobey'd.
In vain thou bidd'ft me to forbear;
Obedience were rebellion here.

V.

Thy tongue comes in, as if it meant
Against thine eyes t' aflift my heart;
But diff'rent far was his intent,
For ftraight the traitor took their part;
And by this new foe I'm bereft

Of all that little which was left.

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VI.

The act, I must confefs, was wife,

As a difhoneft act could be!

Well knew the tongue,

alas! your eyes

Would be too ftrong for that and me,

And part o' th' triumph chose to get,

Rather than be a part of it.

RESOLVED TO BE BELOVED.

I.

'Tis true, I 'ave lov'd already three or four,
And hall three or four hundred more;
I'll love each fair one that I fee,

Till I find one at last that shall love me.

II.

That fhall my Canaan be, the fatal foil
That ends my wand'rings and my toil:
I'll fettle there, and happy grow ;
The country does with milk and honey flow.

III.

The needle trembles fo, and turns about,
'Till it the Northern point find out;
But conftant, then, and fix'd, does prove,

Fix'd, that his dearest pole as foon may move.

IV.

Then may my veffel torn and fhipwreck'd be,
If it put forth again to sea ;

It never more abroad fhall roam,

Tho' it could next voyage bring the Indies home.