She then by still denying what
We fondly crave, shall such a rate
Set on each Trifle, that a Kiss
Shall come to be the utmost Bliss.
Where Sparks and Fire do meet with Tinder,
Those Sparks meer Fire will still engender:
To make this good, no Debt shall be
From Service or Fidelity;
For fhe fhall ever pay that Score,
By only bidding us do more:
So, tho' fhe still a Niggard be,
In gracing, where none's due, fhe's free:
The Favours fhe fhall caft on us,
Left we fhou'd grow prefumptuous,
Shall not with too much Love be shown,
Nor yet the common way still done;
But ev'ry Smile and little Glance
Shall look half lent, and half by Chance:
The Ribbon, Fan, or Muff, that the
Wou'd fhou'd be kept by thee or me,
Shou'd not be giv'n before too many,
But neither thrown to's, when there's any;
So that her self shou'd doubtful be
Whether 'twere Fortune flung't, or she.
She shall not like the thing we do
Sometimes, and yet shall like it too;
Nor any Notice take at all
Of what, we gone, fhe wou'd extol:
Love the fhall feed, but fear to nourish,
For where Fear is, Love cannot flourish;
Yet live it muft, nay must and shall,
While Defdemona is at all;
But when the's gone, then Love shall die,
And in her Grave fhall buried lie.
ELL fhadow'd Landskip, fare-ye-well:
How I have lov'd you, none can tell,
At least fo well:
As he that now hates more
Than e'er he lov'd before.
my dear nothings, take your Leave,
No longer muft you me deceive,
Since I perceive
All the Deceit, and know
Whence the Mistake did
As he whofe quicker Eye do's trace
A falfe Star fhot to a mark'd Place,
Do's run apace,
And thinking it to catch,
A Gelly up do's fnatch.
So our dull Souls tafting Delight
Far off, by Senfe, and Appetite,
Think that is right
And real Good; when yet
'Tis but the Counterfeit.
Oh! how I glory now! that I
Have made this new Discovery!
Each wanton Eye
Enflam'd before: no more
Will I encrease that Score.
IfI gaze, now, 'tis but to fee
What manner of Death's-head 'twill be,
When it is free
From that fresh upper Skin;
The Gazers Joy, and Sin.
The Gum and gliftning which with Art
And study'd Method, in each Part
Hangs down the Heart,
Looks juft as if that Day
Snails there had crawl'd the Hay.
The Locks, that curl'd o'er each Ear be,
Hang like two Mafter-Worms to me,
That, as we fee
Have tafted to the reft
Two Holes, where they lik'd best.
A quick Coarfe me-thinks I fpy
In ev'ry Woman; and mine Eye,
At paffing by,
Check, and is troubled, juft
As if it rofe from Duft.
They mortifie, not heighten me;
Thefe of my Sins the Glaffes be:
And here I fee
How I have lov'd before,
And fo I love no more.
E jufter Powers of Love and Fate
Give me the reason why
A Lover croft,
And all Hopes loft,
May not have Leave to die.
It is but juft, and Love needs must
Confess it is his Part,
When he do's fpie,
One wounded lie,
To pierce the others Heart.
But yet if he fo cruel be
To have one Breast to hate,
If I must live,
And thus furvive,
How far more cruel's Fate?
In this fame State I find too late
I am; and here's the Grief:
Cupid can cure,
Death heal I'm fure,
Yet neither fends Relief.
To live, or die, beg only I,
Juft Powers fome end me give;
And Traitor-like,
Thus force me not
Without a Heart to live.
Sir J. S.
UT upon it, I have lov'd
Three whole Days together;
And am like to love three more,
prove fair Weather.
AY, but did you love fo long?
In truth I needs must blame you:
Paffion did your Judgment wrong.
Or want of Reason fhame you.
But, Time's fair and witty Daughter,
Shortly fhall discover,
Y'are a Subject fit for Laughter,
And more Fool than Lover.
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