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So sweet 's revenge to me, that I
Upon my foe would gladly die. Deep into her bofom would I strike the dart, Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee; Thou giv'st them small wounds, and so far from
th' heart, They flutter still about, inconstantly :
Curse on thy goodness, whom we find
Civil to none but woman-kind!
So 'unjustly are distributed,
Τ Η Ε DISTANCE. I'VE · VE followed thee a year, at least,
And never stopp'd myself to rest ;
But yet can thee o’ertake no more
In this our fortunes equal prove
Our stars, that move for ever round,
In vain, alas ! in vain I strive
Since, if around it fwiftlier fly,
Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,
Tamelier than worms are lovers slain ;
Than I had done before ;
as easily might account Till to the top of numbers you amount,
As cast up my love's fcore.
Ten thousand millions was the sum ; Millions of endless millions are to come. I'm sure her beauties cannot greater grow;
Why should my love do fo?
A real cause at first did move ;
With shadows from itself that flow.
My love, as we in numbers see,
Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove ;
But are, since that beginning, found By their own forms to move for ever round.
All violent motions short do prove; .
But, by the length, 'tis plain to see That Love's a motion natural to me.
W "Tave Tendeavour'd hitherto
Have I endeavour'd hitherto
Though fo discreet and good fhe be,
That something like it they have shown ;
Can no arts or disguises find,
But keep the secret wisely, yet,
LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING WITH,
HESE full two hours now have I gazing been,
What comfort by it can I gain ?
Was the great miser's greatest pain ;
So near was he to heaven's delight,
As with the blest converse he might, Yet could not get cne drop of water by 't.'
Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now ; but oh,
What boundless spaces do us part !
My lowness, and her high desert :
love. So travellers, that lose their way by night,
If from afar they chance t'espy
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
They sit them down, and weep in vain,
RESOLVED TO LOVE.
I wonder what the grave and wife
Think of all us that love;
Their mirth or anger move:
One of them saw me, th’ other day,
Touch the dear hand which I admire;
And dropt before the fire :
watery come; Nor could the hidden cause explore,
But thought some smoke was in the room : Such ignorance from unwounded learning came ; He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame, If learn'd in other things you be,
And have in love no fkill, *For God's lake keep your arts from me,
For I'll be ignorant ftill: Study or action others may embrace ; My love 's my business, and my books her face, These are but trifles, I confefs,
Which me, weak mortal! move ; · Nor is your busy seriousness Less trifling than my
love : The wisest king, who from his sacred breast Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best.