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and those scorching beams to shun, to thy gentle shadow run.
If the soul had free election to dispose of her affection
I would not thus long have borne
'T is amazement more than love which her radiant eyes do move: if less splendour wait on thine, yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight to behold their milder light: but as hard 'tis to destroy that high flame as to enjoy ; which how eas❜ly I may do, heav'n (as eas'ly scal'd) does know!. Amoret! as sweet and good
as the most delicious food,
the devotion which I use
which I thither ought to send ;
which, tho' not so fierce a flame,
Then smile on me, and I will prove wonder is shorter-liv'd than love.
COME TO PHYLLIS.
Phyllis ! why should we delay
on what shepherds you have sm ild:
what we shall hereafter do ;
for the joys we now may prove, take advice of present love.
TO THE MUTABLE FAIR. Here, Cælia! for thy sake I part with all that grew so near my heart: the passion that I had for thee, the faith, the love, the constancy! and, that I may successful prove, transform myself to what you love. Fool that I was! so much to prize those simple virtues you despise:" fool! that with such dull arrows strove, or hop'd to reach a flying dove:
that are in motion still, decline our force, and mock our skill who, like Don Quixote, do advance against a windmill our vain lance.
Now will I wander through the air, mount, make a stoop at ev'ry fair; and, with a fancy unconfin'd, (as lawless as the sea or wind,) pursue you wheresoe'er you fly, and with your various thoughts comply. The formal stars do travel so,
as we their names and courses know;
by those free vapours are so light,
declining bold Ixion's rape:
she, with her own resemblance, grac'd a shining cloud, which he embrac'd. Such was that image, so it smil'd with seeming kindness, which beguil'd your Thyrsis lately, when he thought he had his fleeting Calia caught. 'T was shap'd like her; but for the fair, he fill'd his arms with yielding air.
A fate for which he grieves the less, because the gods had like success: for in their story one, we see, pursues a nymph, and takes a tree: a second, with a lover's haste, soon overtakes whom he had chas'd; : but she that did a virgin seem, possess'd, appears a wand'ring stream. For his supposed love, a third lays greedy hold upon a bird, and stands amaz'd to find his dear a wild inhabitant of th' air!
To these old tales such nymphs as you give credit, and still make them new; the am'rous now like wonders find in the swift changes of your mind. But, Cælia, if you apprehend the Muse of your incensed friend, nor would that he record your blame, and make it live, repeat the same; again deceive him, and again,
and then he swears he'll not complain :
is all the pleasure lovers know;
TO A LADY,
FROM WHOM HE RECEIVED A SILVER PEN.
Madam! intending to have try'd the silver favour which you gave, in ink the shining point I dy'd, and drench'd it in the sable wave; when, griev'd to be so foully stain'd, on you it thus to me complain'd. "Supose you had deserv'd to take from her fair hand so fair a boon, yet how deserved I to make so ill a change, who ever won immortal praise for what I wrote, instructed by her noble thought? I, that expressed her commands to mighty lords and princely dames, always most welcome to their hands, proud that I would record their names, must now be taught an humble style, some meaner beauty to beguile!" So I, the wronged pen to please, make it my humble thanks express unto your Ladyship in these: and now 't is forced to confess that your great self did ne'er endite, nor that, to one more noble, write.
Go, lovely Rose !
tell her that wastes her time and me,
that now she knows,
when I resemble her to thee,
how sweet and fair she seems to be.