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But I must fweat in love and labour yet,
Till I a competency get,

They're flothful fools who leave a trade

Till they a mod❜rate fortune by it have made.
VI.

Variety I afk not; give me one

To live perpetually upon.

The perfon Love does to us fit,

Like manna, has the taste of all in it.

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THE SAME.

I.

For Heav'n's fake, what do' 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 chufe;

If always here I must not slay,

Let me be gone whilst yet't is day,

Leit I faint, and, benighted, fose my way. 11.

'Tis difmal one so long to love

In vain, till to love more as vain must prove;
To hunt fo 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.

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III.

At feveral hopes wifely to fly,
Ought not to be esteem'd inconftancy;
'Tis more incónftant always to pursue
A thing that always flies from you;
For that at laft may meet a bound,
But no end can to this be found;

'Tis nought but a perpetual fruitless round.

IV.

When it does hardnefs meet, and pride,

My love does then rebound t' another fide;
But if it ought that 's foft and yielding hit,
It lodges there, and stays in it.
Whatever 'tis fhall firft love me,
That it my heav'n may truly be,
I fhall be fure to give it eternity.

THE DISCOVERY.

I.

By Heav'n I'll tell her boldly that 't is the;
Why should she' afham'd or angry be
To be belov'd by me?

The gods may give their altars o'er,
They'll fmoke but seldom any more,

If none but happy men must them adore.

II.

The lightning which tall oaks oppose in vain,
To firike fometimes does not difdain

The humble furzes of the plain.

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She being fo high, and I fo low,

Her pow'r by this does greater show,

Who at such distance gives so fure a blow.

III.

Compar'd with her all things fo worthless prove,
That nought on earth can tow'rds her move
Till it 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 deferves her lefs than I;

For he would cheat for his relief,

And one would give with leffer grief
To' an undeferving beggar than a thief.

AGAINST FRUITION.

No; thou 'rt a fool, I'll fwear, if e'er thou grant ;
Much of my veneration thou must want,

When once thy kindness puts my ign'rance out,
For a learn'd age is always leaft devout.
Keep ftill thy diflance; for at once, to me,
Goddess and woman, too, thou canst not be.
Thou 'rt queen of all that fees thee, and, as fuch,

Muft neither tyrannize nor yield too much.

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Such freedoms give as may admit command,
But keep the forts and magazines in thine hand. 10
Thou 'rt yet a whole world to me, and doft fill
My large ambition; but 't is dangʼrous still,
Left I like the Pellaan prince should be,

And weep for other worlds, having conquer'd thee.
When Love has taken all thou haft áway,

His ftrength, by too much riches will decay.
Thou in my fancy doft much higher ftand
Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand;
And I must needs, I 'm fure, a lofer be,

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To change thee, as thou 'rt there, for very thee; 20– Thy fweetness is so much within me plac'd,

That shouldft thou nectar give,'t would spoil the tafte. Beauty at first moves wonder and delight;

"Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the fight:

W' admire it whilst unknown, but after, more
Admire ourselves for liking it before.
Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
Does overgorge himself with his own prey;
Of very hopes a furfeit he 'll fuftain,
Unless by fears he cast them up again :
His fpirit and sweetness dangers keep alone;
If once he lose his fting he grows a drone.

LOVE UNDISCOVERED.

I.

SOME others may with safety tell

The mod'rate flames which in them dwell,

And either find fome med'cine there,
Or cure themselves evʼn by despair :
My love 's fo great, that it might prove
Dang'rous to tell her that I love:

So tender is my wound, it must not bear
Any falute, tho' of the kindest air.

II.

I would not have her know the pain,
The torments, for her I sustain,

Left too much goodness make her throw
Her love upon a fate too low.

Forbid it, Heav'n! my life fhould be:
Weigh'd with her leaft conveniency:
No, let me perish rather with my grief,
Than to her disadvantage find relief,

III.

Yet when I die, my last breath shall
Grow bold, and plainly tell her all;
Like cov'tous men who ne'er defcry
Their dear hid treasures till they die.
Ah! faireft Maid! how will it cheer
My ghoft, to get from thee a tear!
But take heed; for if me thou pitiest then,
Twenty to one but I shall live again.

Folume 11.

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