III.

What Pofture can we think him in,
That here unlov'd again
Departs, and's thither gone
Where each fits by his own?

Or how can that Elixium be,
Were I my Mistress still muft fee
Circled in others Arms?

IV.

For there the Judges all are juft,
And Sophonisba muft

Be his whom fhe held dear:

Not his who lov'd her here:

The fweet Philoclea, fince the dy'd
Lyes by her Pirocles his Side.

Not by Amphialus.

V.

Some Bays, perchance, or Myrtle bought
For Difference crowns the Brow
Of those kind Souls that were
The noble Martyrs here;

And if that be the only odds,

As who can tell? ye kinder Gods,

Give me the Woman here.

To the Lord Lepington, upon his Translation of Malvezzi bis Romulus and Tarquin.

T is fo rare and a new thing to fee

IT

Ought that belongs to young Nobility

In Print (but their own Cloaths) that we must praife. You, as we wou'd do those first shew the Ways

To

To Arts, or to new Worlds: You have begun,
Taught travell'd Youth what 'tis it fhou'd have done :
For't has indeed too ftrong a Custom been

To carry out more Wit than we bring in.
You have done otherwife, brought home (my Lord)
The choiceft things fam'd Countries do afford:
Malvezzi by your Means is English grown,
And fpeaks our Tongue now as well as his own,
Malvezzi, he, whom 'tis as hard to praise
To merit, as to imitate his Ways.

He does not fhew us Rome great fuddenly,
As if the Empire were a Tympany,

But gives it natural Growth, tells how, and why
The little Body grew fo large and high,
Defcribes each thing fo lively, that we are
Concern'd our felves before we are aware:
And at the Wars they and their Neighbours wag'd,
Each Man is prefent ftill and ftill engag'd.
Like a good Perfpective he ftrangely brings
Things diftant to us; and in these two Kings
We fee what made Greatnefs, and what 't has been
Made that Greatnefs contemptible again.

And all this not tedioufly deriv'd,

But like the Worlds in little Maps contriv'd.
"Tis he that does the Roman Dame restore,
Makes Lucrece chafter for her being Whore;
Gives her a kind Revenge for Tarquin's Sin;
For ravish'd firft, fhe ravishes again.

She fays fuch fine things after, that we must
In spite of Virtue thank foul Rape and Luft,
Since 'twas the cause no Woman wou'd have had,
Though fhe's of Lucrece Side, Tarquin lefs bad.

But ftay; like one that thinks to bring his Friend A Mile or two, and fees the Journey's end,

I ftraggle on too far: Long Graces do

But keep good Stomachs off that wou'd fall too.

Against

Against Fruition.

TAY here, fond Youth! and ask no more, be wife,

STA

Knowing too much long fince loft Paradise;
The virtuous Joys thou haft, thou wou'dft fhou'd ftill
Laft in their Pride; and wou'dft not take it ill
If rudely from fweet Dreams, and for a Toy,
Thou wert wak'd? he wakes himself that does enjoy.

Fruition adds no new Wealth, but destroys,
And, while it pleases much, the Palate cloys;
Who thinks he shall be happier for that,
As reasonably might hope he might grow fat
By eating to a Surfeit; this once past,
What relishes? even Kiffes lofe,their Taft.
Urge not 'tis neceffary, alas! we know
The homeliest thing which Mankind does is fo;
The World is of a vaft Extent, we fee,
And must be peopled; Children there must be ;
So muft Bread too; but fince there are enough
Born to the Drudgery, what need we plough ?
Women enjoy'd, whate'er before they've been,
Are like Romances read, ar Sights once feen:
Fruition's dull, and fpoils the Play much more
Than if one read or knew the Plot before;
'Tis Expectation makes a Bleffing dear,

Heav'n were not Heav'n, if we knew what it were.

And as in Prospects we are there pleas'd moft
Where fomething keeps the Eye from being loft,
And leaves us room to guefs; fo here Restraint
Holds up Delight, that with Excefs wou'd faint.
They who know all the Wealth they have, are poor,
He's only rich that cannot tell his Store.

TH

I.

HERE never yet was Woman made,
Nor fhall, but to be curft;

And ol! that I (fond I) fhould first

Of any Lover

This Truth at my own charge to other Fools discover.

II.

You that have promis'd to your felves
Propriety in Love,

Know Womens Hearts like Straws do move,
And what we call

Their Sympathy, is but Love to jett in general.

III.

All Mankind is alike to them;

And tho' we Iron find

That never with a Loadftone join'd,

'Tis not its Fault:

It is because the Loadstone yet was never brought.

IV.

If where a gentle Bee hath fallen

And labour'd to his Power,

A new fucceeds not to that Flower,

But paffes by;

'Tis to be thought, the Gallant elfe-where loads his Thigh.

V.

For ftill the Flowers ready ftand,

One buzzes round about,

One lights and tafts, gets in, gets out,
All, all ways use them,

'Till all their Sweets are gone, and then again refuse them.

SONG:

I wou'd then fo fall

I might not love at all;

Love that can flow, and can admit Encrease,
Admits as well an Ebb, and may grow less.

II.

True Love is ftill the fame; the Torrid Zones,
And those more Frigid ones
It must not know;

For Love grown cold or hot

Is Luft or Friendship, not
The thing we have,

For that's a Flame wou'd die

Held down, or up too high:

Then think I love more than I can exprefs,
And wou'd love more, cou'd I but love thee less.

To my Friend Will. Davenant; upon his Poem of Madagascar.

W The

HAT mighty Princes Poets are? thofe Things great Ones stick at, and our very Kings Lay down, they venture on; and with great Eafe, Discover, conquer what and where you please.

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