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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."

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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,
I ne'er had seen this heart again,
If any fair one had been kind:

My dove, but once let loose, I doubt

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Would ne'er return, had not the flood been out. 36

THE HEART FLED AGAIN.

1.

FALSE, foolish Heart! didst thou not say
That thou wouldst never leave me more?
Behold again 'tis fled away,

Fled as far from me as before :
Iftrove to bring it back again;
I cry'd and hollow'd after it in vain.

II.

Ev'n fo the gentle Tyrian dame,
When neither grief nor love prevail,
Saw the dear object of her flame,
Th' ingrateful Trojan, hoist his fail;

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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?"

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Afar falfe Thefeus cut the flood.

But Bacchus came to her relief;

Bacchus himself's too weak to ease my grief.

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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!
Wand'ring about like wretched Cain,
Thrust out,

ill us'd by all, but by none flain!

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Well, fince thou wilt not here remain,

I'll e'en to live without thee try;

My head fhall take the greater pain,,
And all thy duties shall supply;

I can more eas❜ly live, I know,

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I can no fenfe, nor no contexture find,
Nor their loose parts to method bring.
I know not what the learn'd may see,
But they're ftrange Hebrew things to me."
II.

By cuftoms and traditions they live,
And foolish ceremonies of antique date;
We lovers new and better doctrines give,
Yet they continue obftinate:

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we, Love's prophets, what we will, Like Jews, they keep their old law ftill.

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Before their mothers' gods they fondly fall,

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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,
And yet more loath to iffue monies out,

At their own charge to furnish it,

To thefe expenfive deities

The hearts of nien they facrifice.

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THE SOUL.

1.

SOME dull philos'pher, when he hears me fay
My Soul is from me fled away,

Nor has of late inform'd my body here,
But in another's breaft does lie.
That neither is nor will be I.

As a form fervient and affifting there;

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Will cry, Abfurd! and ask me how I live,
And fyllogifms against it give.

A curfe on all your vain philofophies,
Which on weak Nature's law depend,
And know not how to comprehend
Love and religion, those great mysteries.

III.

Her body is my Soul; laugh not at this,

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For by my life I fwear it is:

'Tis that preferves my being and my breath ;

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From that proceeds all that I do,

Nay, all my thoughts and speeches too,

And feparation from it is my death.

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ECHO.

I.

TIR'D with the rough denials of my prayer,
From that hard fhe whom I obey,

I come, and find a nymph much gentler here,
That gives confent to all I fay.

Ah! gentle Nymph! who lik'it fo well
In hollow folitary caves to dwell;

Her heart being fuch, into it go,

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And do but once from thence answer me fo.

II.

Complaifant Nymph! why doft thus kindly share
In griefs whofe caufe thou doft not know?
Hadft thou but eyes, at well as tongue and ear,
How much compaffion wouldfl thou show!
Thy flame, whilft living, or a flower,
Was of lefs beauty, and lefs rav'fhing power;

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
Does from her ftony breaft rebound,

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