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0, therefore, love ! be of thyself so weary,
Presume not on thy heart, when mine is slain ;
SWEET Cytherea, sitting by a brook,
Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward,
A CONSTANT vow.---THE EXCHANGE.
A CONSTANT VOW. IF love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Oh! never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd ; Tho' to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove. Those thoughts to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bowd Study his bias leaves, and make his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live, that art can comprehend. If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice : Well learn'd is that tongue, that well can thee commend; All ignorant that soul, that sees thee without wonder, Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire : Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dread
Celestial as thou art, Oh, do not love that wrong!
• THE EXCHANCE. A woman's face, with nature's own hand painted, Hast thou the master, mistress of my passion. A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion. An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling : Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth, A man in hue all hue in his controuling, Which steals men's eyes, and women's souls amazeth:
And for a woman wert thou first created,
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
- A DISCONSOLATION.
Lo ! thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
How can I then return in happy plight,