THE MISTRESS. V. When once or twice you chanc'd to view A rich well-govern'd heart, Like China, it admitted you But to the frontier-part." 35 25 From Paradife fhut out for evermore, What good is 't that an angel kept the door? VI. Well fare the pride, and the disdain, And vanities with beauty join'd, My dove, but once let loose, I doubt 30 Would ne'er return, had not the flood been out. 36 THE HEART FLED AGAIN. 1. FALSE, foolish Heart! didst thou not say Fled as far from me as before : II. Ev'n fo the gentle Tyrian dame, Aloud fhe call'd to him to stay; The wind bore him and her loft words away.. The doleful Ariadne fo III. On the wide shore forfaken flood; "Falfe Thefeus! whither doft thou go?" 13 Afar falfe Thefeus cut the flood. But Bacchus came to her relief; Bacchus himself's too weak to ease my grief. IV. Ah! fenfelefs Heart! to take no reft, But travel thus eternally! Thus to be froz'n in every breast, And to be fcorch'd in ev'ry eye! ill us'd by all, but by none flain! V Well, fince thou wilt not here remain, I'll e'en to live without thee try; My head fhall take the greater pain,, I can more eas❜ly live, I know, 20 25 I can no fenfe, nor no contexture find, By cuftoms and traditions they live, Preach we, Love's prophets, what we will, Like Jews, they keep their old law ftill. Before their mothers' gods they fondly fall, Vain idol-gods that have no fense nor mind : Honour's their Afhtaroth, and pride their Baal, 15 The thund'ring Baal of womankind, With twenty other devils more, Which they, as we do them, adore. IV. But then, like men both cov'tous and devout, Their coftly superstition loath t' omit, At their own charge to furnish it, To thefe expenfive deities The hearts of nien they facrifice. 20 24 THE SOUL. 1. SOME dull philos'pher, when he hears me fay Nor has of late inform'd my body here, As a form fervient and affifting there; 11. Will cry, Abfurd! and ask me how I live, A curfe on all your vain philofophies, III. Her body is my Soul; laugh not at this, ΤΟ For by my life I fwear it is: 'Tis that preferves my being and my breath ; 15 From that proceeds all that I do, Nay, all my thoughts and speeches too, And feparation from it is my death. 18 ECHO. I. TIR'D with the rough denials of my prayer, I come, and find a nymph much gentler here, Ah! gentle Nymph! who lik'it fo well Her heart being fuch, into it go, And do but once from thence answer me fo. II. Complaifant Nymph! why doft thus kindly share Alas! I might as cafily Paint thee to her, as describe her to thee. III. By repercuffion beams engender fire, Shapes by reflection fhapes beget; The voice itself, when flopp'd, does back retire, And a new voice is made by it. Thus things by oppofition The gainers grow, my barren love alone 10 Producing neither image, fire, nor found. 24 |