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That maidens' eyes ftuck over all his face;

Many there were that did his picture get,

Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her To ferve their eyes, and in it put their mind;

place;

And when in his fair parts fhe did abide,
She was new lodg'd, and newly deified.

His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occafion of the wind
Upon his lips their filken parcels hurls.
What's fweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that faw him did enchant the mind;
For on his vifage was in little drawn,
What largeness thinks in paradise was sawn.

Small fhew of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear,
Like unfhorn velvet, on that termless skin,
Whose bare out-brag'd the web it feem'd to

wear;

Yet fhew'd his vifage by that cost most dear; And nice affections wavering stood in doubt, If beft 'twere as it was, or best without.

His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongu'd he was, and therefore free;
Yet, if men mov'd him, was he fuch a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to fee,
When winds breathe fweet, unruly though they be.
His rudeness fo with his authoriz'd youth,
Did livery falfenefs in a pride of truth.

Well could he ride; and often men would fay,
"That borfe bis mettle from bis rider takes:
Proud of fubjection, noble by the fway,
What rounds, what bounds, what courfe, what flop

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So on the tip of his fubduing tongue
All kind of arguments and queftion deep,
All replication prompt, and reafon strong,
For his advantage ftill did wake and fleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all paffions in his craft of will;

That he did in the general bofom reign
Of young of old; and fexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In perfonal duty, following where he haunted:
Confents bewitch'd, ere he defire, have granted;
And dialogu'd for him what he would fay,
Afk'd their own wills, and made their wills
obey.

Like fools that in the imagination fet
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought afig'd;
And labouring in more pleasures to beftow them,
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe
them:

So many have, that never touch'd his hand, Sweetly fuppos'd them mistress of his heart. My woeful felf, that did in freedom ftand, And was my own fee-fimple, (not in part), What with his art in youth, and youth in art, Threw my affections in his charmed power, Referv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower.

Yet did I not, as fome my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being defired, yielded;
Finding myself in honour fo forbid,
With fafeft diftance I mine honour fhielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the fol
Of this falfe jewel, and his amorous fpoil.

But ah! who ever fhun'd by precedent
The deftin'd ill fhe muft herself affay?
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-pafs'd perils in her way?
Counsel may ftop a while what will not ftay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen,

Nor gives it fatisfaction to our blood,
To be forbid the fwects that feem fo good,
That we must curb it upon others' proof,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will tafte,
Though reason weep, and cry it is thy left.

For further I could say, this man's untrut,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling:
Heard where his plants in others' orchards g,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling,
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling,
And baftards of his foal adulterate heart.
Thought, characters, and words, merely but ar

And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he 'gan befiege me: "Gentle maid,
Have of my fuffering youth fome feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid :
That's to you fworn, to none was ever faid;
For feafts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never vow.

All my offences that abroad you fee,
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind:
Love made them not; with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They fought their fhame that fo their fhame did
find;

And so much lefs of fhame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.

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Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whofe flame my heart fo much as
warm'd,

Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd :

Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free;
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.

Look here what tributes wounded fancies fent me,
Of paled pearls, and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their paffions likewife lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood

In bloodlefs white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modefty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

And lo! behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have receiv'd from many a feveral fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd),
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd fonnets that did amplify
lach ftone's dear nature, worth, and quality.

The diamond; why 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invis'd properties did tend;
he deep-green emerald, in whofe fresh regard,
Teak fights their fickly radiance do amend;
he heaven-hued faphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold; each feveral stone,
ith wit well blazon'd, fmil'd, or made fome

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>! all these trophies of affections hot,
penfiv'd and fubdued defires the tender,
iture hath charg'd me that I heard them not,
t yield them up where I myself must render,
at is, to you, my origin and ender;

r thefe, of force, muft your oblations be,
ice I their altar, you enpatron me.

then advance of yours that phraseless hand, hofe white weighs down the airy fcale of praife;

ke all these fimilies to your own command, llow'd with fighs that burning lungs did raife; hat me your minifter, for you obeys, orks under you; and to your audit comes eir distract parcels in combined fums.

! this device was fent me from a nun,

fifter fanctified of holiest note,

ich late her noble fuit in court did fhun, hofe rareft havings made the blossoms dote; fhe was fought by spirits of richest coat, t kept cold diftance, and did thence remove, fpend her living in eternal love.

O, my fweet, what labour is't to leave

e thing we have not, maltering what not Atrives?

ying the place which did no form receive,
ying patient fports in unconstrai ed gyves:
that her fame fo to herfelf contrives,
TOL. 11.

The fcars of battle fcapeth by the flight,
And makes her abfence valiant, not her might.

O pardon me, in that my boast is true;
The accident which brought me to her eye,
Upon the moment did her force fubdue,
And now the would the caged cloister Hy:
Religious love put out religion's eye :
Not to be tempted, would the be enmur'd,
And now, to tempt all, liberty procur'd.

How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
The broken bofoms that to me belong,
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I poat your ocean all aniong:

I ftrong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, Maft for your victory us all congeft,

As compound love to phyfic your cold breast.

My parts had power to charm a facred fun,
Who difciplin'd and dieted in grace,
Believ'd her eyes when I the affail begun,
All vows and confecrations giving place.
O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither fting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things elfe are thine.
When thou impreffeft, what are precepts worth
Of ftale example? When thou wilt inflame,
How coldly thofe impediments ftand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame ?
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst fenfe,
'gainft fhame,

And fweetens, in the fuffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, fhocks, and tears.

Now all thefe hearts that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
And fupplicant their tighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainft
mine,

Lending foft audience to my fweet defign,
And credent foul to that ftrong bonded oath,
That fhall prefer and undertake my troth."

This faid, his watery eyes he did dismount,
Whofe fights till then were level'd on my face;
Each cheek a river running from a fount
With brinifh current downward flow'd apace :
O how the channel to the stream gave grace
Who, glaz'd with cryftal, gate the glowing rofes
That flame through water which their hue in,
clofes.

O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies,
In the mall orb of one particular tear?
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breaft fo cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effect! cold modefty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath!

For lo! his paffion, but an art of craft, Even there refolv'd my reafon into tears; There my white ftole of chastity I daft,

Shook off my fober guards and civil fears,
Appear to him, as he to me appears, [bore,
All melting; though our drops this difference
His poifon'd me, and mine did him restore.

In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all ftrange forms receives,
Of burning blufnes, or of weeping water,
Or fwooning palenefs; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptnefs as it beft deceives,

To blufh at fpeeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white, and fwoon at tragic fhews.

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That not a heart which in his level came,
Could 'fcape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Shewing fair Nature is both wild and tame;
And veil'd in them did win whom he would
maim,

Against the thing he fought, he would exclaim

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PRINTED BY MUNDELL AND SON, ROYAL BANK CLOSE.

Anno 1793.

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