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And that 's a pleasant country, without doubt,
I Little thought, thou fond ingrateful fin !
When first I let thee in,
That thoŲ would'st e'er have grown
Letting thee suck thy fill;
What ill returns dot thou allow !
Nor hadft the power of doing ill ;
bosom did I take
Not fearing from it any harm;
And the whole field 'twill overgrow;
Nay, unless something soon I do,
And is so settled in the throne,
THE FRAIL TY.
Know 'tis sordid, and 'tis low
(All this as well as you I know)
But, whilst this cursed flesh I bear,
In vain, exceedingly in vain,
For, if the chiefest Christian Head
COL DNES S.
S water fluid is, till it do grow
Solid and fixt by cold ;
Frost only can it hold :
Yet, when kind beams appear,
And loses itself there.
No weathers can it move : Though heat diffolve the ice again, The crystal solid does remain.
Ε Ν Ι ο Υ Μ Ε Ν Τ.
HEN like some wealthy island thou shalt lie,
And like the sea about it, I;
Like the kind Ocean I will be,
But I 'll embrace thee gentlier far than so;
As their fresh banks soft rivers do : Nor Mall the proudest planet boast a power Of making my full love to ebb one hour;
It never dry or low can prove, Whilst thy unwasted fountain feeds
love. Such heat and vigour shall our kisses bear,
As if like doves we 'engender'd there : No bound nor rule my pleafures shall endure, In love there is none too much an Epicure:
Nought shall my hands or lips control ; I'll kiss thee through, I 'll kiss thy very
foul, Yet nothing but the night our sports shall know ;
Night, that 's both blind and silent too!
Creeping so far beneath the sea,
The pleasant thefts of love do hide :
For there 's no danger I should tell
SL E E P.
Thou, who man's soul dost overshade
With a thick cloud by vapours made-
Or passage of his fpirits to choke,
The fate of Egypt I sustain,
And never feel the dew of rain,
But all my too much moisture owe
Come, thou just God! and equal me
Awhile to my disdainful She :
Till Love does me the favour thew :
you. Then never more shalt thou b' invok'd by me ; Watchful as spirits and Gods I 'll prove :
Let her but grant, and then will I
Thee and thy kinsman Death defy;
Never will an agreement be;