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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!
Vain God! who women doft thyself adore !
Their wounded hearts do ftill retain the powers
To travel and to wander, as before :
Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours

So 'unjustly are distributed,
They take the feathers, we the head.

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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
Than this day can the day that went before,

In this our fortunes equal prove
To stars, which govern them above ;

Our stars, that move for ever round,
With the fame distance still betwixt them found.

In vain, alas ! in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate faster to drive ;

Since, if around it fwiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.

Hearts

Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,
That there can never meet a pair !

Tamelier than worms are lovers slain ;
The wounded heart ne'er turns, to wound again.

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Thought, I 'll swear, I could have lov'd no more

Than I had done before ;
But
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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 ;
But mine own fancy now drives-on my love,

With shadows from itself that flow.

My love, as we in numbers see,
By cyphers is increas'd eternally.
So the new-made and untry'd spheres above

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

LOVE'S VISIBILITY.
ITH much of pain, and all the art I knew,

Have I endeavour'd hitherto
To hide my love, and yet all will not do.
The world perceives it, and, it may be, she;

Though fo discreet and good fhe be,
By hiding it, to teach that skill to me.
Men without love have oft fo cunning grown,

That something like it they have shown ;
But none who had it ever seem'd t' have none,
Love 's of a strangely open, simple kind,

Can no arts or disguises find,
But thinks none sees it 'cause itself is blind.
The very eye betrays our inward smart

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Love of himself left there a part,
When thorough it he past into the heart:
Or if by chance the face betray not it,

But keep the secret wisely, yet,
Like drunkenness, into the tongue 'twill getá

LOOKING ON, AND DISCOURSING WITH,

HIS MISTRESS.

THES

HESE full two hours now have I gazing been,

What comfort by it can I gain ?
To look on heaven with mighty gulfs between

Was the great miser's greatest pain ;
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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 !
Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show,

My lowness, and her high desert :
But these might conquerable prove ;
Nothing does me so far remove,
As her hard soul's aversion from

my

love. So travellers, that lose their way by night,

If from afar they chance t'espy
Th' uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light,

Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain,

They sit them down, and weep in vain,
And there in darkness and despair remain.

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RESOLVED TO LOVE.

I wonder what the grave and wife

Think of all us that love;
Whether our pretty fooleries

Their mirth or anger move:
They understand not breath that words does want;
Our sighs to them are insignificant.

One

One of them saw me, th’ other day,

Touch the dear hand which I admire;
My soul was melting strait away,

And dropt before the fire :
This filly wise-man, who pretends to know,
- Alk'd why I look'd fo pale, and trembled fo?
Another, from my mistress' door
Saw me with

eyes
all

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.

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