THE MONOPOLY.

I.

WHAT mines of fulphur in my breast do lie,
That feed the eternal burnings of my heart?
Not Ætna flames more fierce or constantly,
The founding fhop of Vulcan's smoky art;
Vulcan his shop has placed there,

And Cupid's forge is fet up here.

II.

Here all thofe arrows' mortal heads are made
That fly fo thick unfeen thro' yielding air;
The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade,
Are Jealousy, Fear, Sadness, and Despair.
Ah! cruel God! and why to me
Gave you this curs'd Monopoly?

III.

I have the trouble, not the gains of it;
Give me but the disposal of one dart,
And then (I'll afk no other benefit)

Heat as you please your furnace in my heart:
So fweet's revenge to me, that I

Upon my foe would gladly die.

IV.

Deep into her bofom would I ftrike the dart,

Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee;

Thou giv'ft them small wounds, and fo far from the

They flutter ftill about inconftantly.

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Curfe on thy goodness, whom we find

Civil to none but womankind!

V.

Vain God! who women dofl thyself adore!

Their wounded hearts do ftill retain the pow'rs
To travel and to wander as before;

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Thy broken arrows 'twixt that fex and our's

So' unjustly are diftributed,

They take the feathers, we the head.

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THE DISTANCE.

I.

'I'AVE follow'd thee a year, at least, And never stopp'd myself to reft;

But yet can thee o'ertake no more

Than this day can the day that went before.

In this our fortunes equal prove

To stars, which govern them above;

Our stars that move for ever round,

With the fame distance still betwixt them found.

III.

In vain, alas! in vain I strive

The wheel of Fate fafter to drive,
Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.

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IV.

Hearts by Love strangely fhuffled are,
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers flain;

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THE INCREASE.

I.

I THOUGHT, I'll fwear, I could have lov'd no more Than I had done before;

But you as eas❜ly might account

Till to the top of numbers you amount,

As caft up my love's fcore.

Ten thousand millions was the fum;

Millions of endless millions are to come.

I'm fure her beauties cannot greater grow;
Why should my love do fo?

A real caufe at first did move,

But mine own fancy now drives on my love,
With fhadows from itfelf that flow.

My love, as we in numbers fee,

By ciphers is increas'd eternally.

III.

So the new-made and untry'd fpheres above
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove,
But are fince that beginning found
By their own forms to move for ever round.

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All violent motions fhort do prove,
But by the length 't is plain to fee
That love's a motion natural to me.

LOVE'S VISIBILITY.

I.

WITH much of pain, and all the art I knew,

Have I endeavour'd hitherto

To hide my love, and yet all will not do.

II.

The world perceives it, and it may be she,
Tho' fo difcreet and good fhe be,

By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.

III.

Men without love have oft' fo cunning grown,
That fomething like it they have shown,

But none who had it ever feem'd t' have none.

IV.

Love's of a firangely open, fimple, kind,

Can no arts or disguises find,

But thinks none fees it 'caufe itself is blind.

V.

The very eye betrays our inward fmart;

Love of himself left there a part,

When thorough it he pafs'd into the heart.

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VI.

Or if by chance the face betray not it,

But keep the fecret wisely, yet

Like drunkenness, into the tongue 't will get.

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LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING WITH,

HIS MISTRESS.

I.

THESE full two hours now have I gazing been,
What comfort by it can I gain?

To look on heav'n, with mighty gulfs between,
Was the great mifer's greatest pain;

So near was he to heav'n's delight,
As with the blefs'd converse he might,

Yet could not get one drop of water by 't.

II.

Ah! Wretch! I feem to touch her now; but, oh!
What boundless spaces do us part?

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Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show, 10 My lowness, and her high defert:

But these might conquerable prove;

Nothing does me so far renove,

As her hard foul's averfion from my love.

HI.

So travellers that lofe their way by night,
If from afar they chance t' elpy

Th' uncertain glimm'rings of a taper's light,
Take flatt'ring hopes, and think it nigh;
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain,

They fit them down and weep in vain,

And there in darkness and despair remain.

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