G MY FATE. O bid the needle his dear North forfake, To which with trembling reverence it does bend; Go bid the ftones a journey upwards make; Go bid th' ambitious fiame no more afcend: And, when these false to their old motions prove, Then fhall I cease thee, thee alone, to love. The faft-link'd chain of everlasting Fate Does nothing tie more ftrong than me to you; Their fad and cruel doctrine to maintain; Who ftruggle with eternal bonds in vain : You who men's fortunes in their faces read, To find out mine, look not, alas ! on me; If thou find there kind and propitious rays, What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear; I well believe the fate of mortal days Is writ in heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. What can men learn from stars they fcarce can fee? Two great lights rule the world, and her two me. I THE HEART-BREAKING. T gave a piteous groan, and so it broke ; I thought that this fome remedy might prove; Cut by this chance in pieces fmall, And now, alas ! each little broken part Lives with that torment which the whole did kill. Even so rude armies, when the field they quit, And into feveral quarters get; Each troop does spoil and ruin more How many Loves reign in my bofom now! Thus Thus have I chang'd with evil fate My Monarch-Love into a Tyrant-State. THE THOU USURPATION. HOU 'adft to my foul no title or pretence ; Till I had given myself to thee ; But thou haft kept me flave and prifoner fince. In an elective monarchy. Part of my heart by gift did to thee fall; But thou, their covetous neighbour, drav'st out all ₫ The public miferies, and my private fate, That I one drop from thee fhould alienate : Though the fole cause of most of them thou art; Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due, Since first mine eyes I gave to you. Thou Thou all my joys and all my hopes doft claim; Converting all things into thee; Nought can refift, or not encrease the flame : Thou dost devour, unless thy ftamp it bear : As men in hell are from difeafes free, Free from their known formality: My conquer'd foul from out thine hands to gain ; : T MAIDENHEA D.. Hou worst eftate ev'n of the fex that 's worst T'attend the weakness of our birth! Who, like the centre of the earth, Doft heaviest things attract to thee,, Though thou a point imaginary be! A thing God thought for mankind so unfit, Cold, frozen nurse of fierceft fires! Art always fcorch'd with hot defires, Yet barren quite, didst thou not bring Monsters and ferpents forth thyself to sting! Thou that bewitchest men, whilft thou dost dwell Like a clofe conjurer in his cell, And fear't the day's difcovering eye! No wonder 'tis at all that thou thould't be Such tedious and unpleasant company, Who liv'ft fo melancholily! Thou thing of fubtile, flippery kind, Which women lofe, and yet no man can find! Although I think thou never found wilt be, The fearch itself rewards the pains: Yet things well worth his toil he gains; And does his charge and labour pay Say what thou wilt, chastity is no more Thee, than a porter is his door. |