I THE GIVEN HEART. I. WONDER What those lovers mean who fay They have giv'n their hearts away: Some good kind lover tell me how, For mine is but a torment to me now. A If fo it be one place both hearts contain, What courtesy can Love do more, Than to join hearts that parted were before? III. Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felfsame room; "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado fhot into a magazine. IV. Then fhall Love keep the afhes and torn parts Of both our broken hearts; Shall out of both one new one make, From her's th' alloy, from mine the metal, take : V. For of her heart he from the flames will find But little left behind: Mine only will remain entire ; No drofs was there to perish in the fire. ΤΟ 15 20 TEACH THE PROPHET. I. EACH me to love? go teach thyfelf more wit; Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews; In tyrants' courts teach fupple flattery; II. The god of Love, if fuch a thing there bejish 4 He who does boast that he has been v In every heart fince Adam's fin, 14 15 I'll lay my life, nay, Mistress, on 't, that's more, I'll teach him a receipt to make Words that weep, and tears that speak; I'll teach hini fighs, like thofe in death,.. 1 20 At which the fouls go out, too, with the breath: As light and heat does with the fun. 4 III. 'Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 't is I To hear the wholesome doctrines of my Muse? Hereafter fame, here martyrdom? : THE RESOLUTION. THE devil take thofe foolish men II. For fhame! let these weak chains be broke; Let's our flight bonds like Samfon tear, And nobly caft away that yoke Which we nor our forefathers e'er could bear. III. French laws forbid the female reign, Alas! if we 'll our rights maintain, HA! ha! CALLED INCONSTANT. I. you think you 'ave kill'd my fame By this not understood, yet common name; A name that's full and proper when affign'd But when you call us fo, It can at best but for a metaphor go. II. Can you the fhore inconftant call, Which ftill, as waves pass by, embraces all, Or can you fault with pilots find For changing courfe, yet never blame the wind? The things turn round to you that stedfast dwell; And you yourself, who from us take your flight, 15 Wonder to find us out of fight; So the fame errour feizes you, As men in motion think the trees move too. 18 Go! let the fatted calf be kill'd, And fill'd with forrow for the past: No more will burn with love or wine, But quite has left his women and his fwine. II, Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor Heart! Ever again to fee thee here: Dear Wanderer! fince from me you fled, How often have I heard that thou wert dead? III. Haft thou not found each woman's breast (The lands where thou haft travelled) Either by favages poffefs'd, Or wild, and uninhabited? What joy couldft take, or what repose, IV. Luft, the scorching dogstar, here Whilst Pride, the rugged Northern Bear, |