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Wine fills the veins, and healths are understood
To give our friends a title to our blood :
Who, naming me, doth warm his courage so,
Shews for my fake what his bold hand would do.

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HLORIS farewel! I now must go :

For if with thee I longer stay,
Thy eyes prevail upon me fo,
I shall prove blind, and lose my way.

II.
Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth,

Among the rest, me hither brought:
Finding this fame fall fhort of truth,
Made me stay longer than I thought.

III.
For I'm engag'd by word and oath,

A fervant to another's will:
Yet, for thy love, I'd forfeit both,
Could I be sure to keep it still.

IV.
But what assurance can I take?

When thou, foreknowing this abuse, For some more worthy lover's fake,

May'Â leave me with so just excuse.

V.
For thou may'st say, 'twas not thy fault

That thou didst thus inconstant prove;
Being by my example taught
To break thy oath, to mend thy love.

VI.
No, Chloris, no: I will return,

And raise thy story to that height,
That strangers shall at distance burn;
And she distrust me reprobate.

VII.
Then shall my love this doubt difplace,

And gain such trust, that I may come
And banquet sometimes on thy face,

But make my constant meals at home.

SUCH

Of my Lady ISABELLA playing on the lute. UCH moving sounds, from such a careless touch!.

So unconcern'd herself, and we so much! What art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? The trembling ftrings about her fingers crowd, And tell their joy for every kiss aloud : Small force there needs to make them tremble so; Touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too ? Here Love takes stand, and, while the charms the ear, Empties his quiver on the listening deer : Music so softens and difarms the mind, That not an arrow does resistance find. G 2

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Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts herself the triumph of her eyes:
So Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd
His flaming Rome, and as it burn'd he play'd.

To a Lady singing a Song of his composing. CHLORIS, yourself you fo excel,

, When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, That, like a spirit, with this spell

Of my own teaching, I am caught.

That eagle's fate and mine are one,

Which, on the shaft that made him die, Efpy'd a feather of his own,

Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

Had Echo with so sweet a grace

Narcissus' loud complaints return’d, Not for reflection of his face,

But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.

OF MRS. ARDEN.

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Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air:
And, with her own breath, fans the fire
Which her bright eyes do first inspire.
What reason can that love control,
Which more than one way courts the soul ?

So, when a flash of lightning falls
On our abodes, the danger calls

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For human aid ; which hopes the flame
To conquer, though from heaven it came :
But, if the winds with that conspire,
Men strive not, but deplore the fire."

Of the MARRIAGE of the DWARFS.
DESIGN, or chance, make others wive;

did this
Eve might as well have Adam fled,
As the deny'd her little bed
To him, for whom Heaven seem'd to frame,
And measure out, this only dame.

Thrice happy is that humble pair,
Beneath the level of all care !
Over whose heads those arrows fly
Of fad distrust, and jealousy:
Secured in as high extreme,
As if the world held none but them.

To him the fairelt nymphs do show
Like moving mountains topp'd with snow;
And every man a Polypheme
Does to his Galatea feem:
None may presume her faith to prove;
He proffers death that proffers love.

Ah, Chloris! that kind nature thus
From all the world had sever'd us :
Creating for ourselves us two,
As love, has me for only you!

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LOVE'S FAREWELL, *READING the path to nobler ends,

A long farewell to love I gave: Resolv'd my country, and my friends,

All that remain'd of me should have. And this resolve no mortal dame,

None but those eyes, could have o’erthrown: The nymph I dare not, need not, name,

So high, so like herself alone.

Thus the tall oak, which now aspires
Above the fear of private fires ;
Grown and design’d for nobler use,
Not to make warm, but build the house;
Though from our meaner flames secure,
Must that which falls from heaven endure,

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FROM A CHILD,
ADAM, as in some climes the warmer fun

Makes it full summer ere the spring 's begun :
And with ripe fruit the bending boughs can load,
Before our viclcts dare look abroad:
So, measure not by any common use,
The early love your brighter eyes produce.
When lately your fair hand in woman's weed
Wrap'd my glad head, I wish'd me fo indeed,
That hasty time might never make me grow
Qui of those favours you afford me now:
That I might ever such indulgence find;
And
you not blush, or think yourself too kind.

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