Then all the fields and woods fhallwith it ring.;
Then Echo's burden it fhall be ;

Then all the birds in feveral notes shall fing,
And all the rivers murmur, thee;

Then every wind the found fhall upwards bear,
And foftly whisper 't to fome angel's ear.

Then shall thy name through all my verse be spread,
Thick as the flowers in meadows lie,

And, when in future times they fhall be read (As fure, I think, they will not die)

If any critic doubt that they be mine,

Men by that stamp shall quickly know the coin.

Meanwhile I will not dare to make a name
To reprefent thee by ;

Adam (God's nomenclator) could not frame
One that enough should signify:

Aftrea or Celia as unfit would prove
For thee, as 'tis to call the Deity Jove.

WE E PIN G.

EE where the fits, and in what comely wife.

SE

Drops tears more fair than others' eyes! Ah, charming maid! let not ill-fortune fee Th' attire thy forrow wears,

Nor know the beauty of thy tears;

For the 'll ftill come to drefs herself in thee..

4

As

As ftars reflect on waters, fo I fpy

In every drop, methinks, her eye.

The baby, which lives there, and always plays
In that illuftrious sphere,

Like a Narciffus does appear,

Whilft in his flood the lovely boy did gaze.

Ne'er yet did I behold fo glorious weather,
As this fun-fhine and rain together.
Pray Heaven her forehead, that pure hill of fnow
(For fome fuch fountain we must find,
To waters of fo fair a kind)

Melt not, to feed that beauteous ftream below!

Ah, mighty Love! that it were inward heat
Which made this precious limbeck sweat !.
But what, alas! ah, what does it avail,
That she weeps tears fo wondrous cold,
As fcarce the afs's hoof can hold,
So cold, that I admire they fall not hail.

DISCRETION.

Difcreet! what means this word difcreet ?.

A curfe on all difcretion!

This barbarous term you will not meet
In all Love's lexicon.

Jointure, portion, gold, estate,

Houfes, houfhold-ftuff, or land,

(The low conveniencies of Fate)
Are Greek no lovers understand..

VOL. I.

X

Believe

Believe me, beauteous one! when love
Enters into a breast,

The two first things it does remove
Are friends and interest.

Paffion 's half blind, nor can endure
The careful, fcrupulous eyes;
Or elfe I could not love, I 'm fure,
One who in love were wife.

Men, in fuch tempefts toft about,
Will, without grief or pain,
Caft all their goods and riches out,
Themselves their port to gain.

As well might martyrs, who do choose
That facred death to take,

Mourn for the cloaths which they muft lofe,
When they're bound naked to the stake.

TH

THE WAITING-MAID.

HY Maid! ah! find some nobler theme
Whereon thy doubts to place ;

Nor by a low suspect blafpheme

The glories of thy face.

Alas! the makes thee shine so fair,
So exquifitely bright,

That her dim lamp must disappear
Before thy potent light.

Three

Three hours each morn in dreffing thee
Maliciously are spent ;

And make that beauty tyranny,

That 's elfe a civil government.

Th' adorning thee with fo much art
Is but a barbarous skill;

'Tis like the poisoning of a dart
Too apt before to kill.

The miniftering angels none can see;
'Tis not their beauty' or face,
For which by men they worship'd be ;

But their high office and their place.
Thou art my Goddess, my Saint she;
I pray to her, only to pray to thee.

COUN SE L.

AH! what advice can I receive!

No, fatisfy me first;

For who would phyfick-potions give
To one that dies with thirst?

A little puff of breath, we find,

Small fires can quench and kill

But, when they're great, the adverfe wind
Does make them greater ftill.

Now whilft you speak, it moves me much,
But ftrait I'm just the fame;

Alas! th' effect must needs be fuch

Of cutting through a flame.

COM

THE CURE.

OME, doctor! use thy roughest art,
Thou canst not cruel prove;

Cut, burn, and torture, every part,
To heal me of my love.

There is no danger, if the pain
Should me to a fever bring;

Compar'd with heats I now sustain,
A fever is fo cool a thing

(Like drink which feverish men defire)
That I fhould hope 'twould almoft quench my fire.

A

THE SEPARATION.

SK me not what my love fhall do or be

(Love, which is foul to body, and foul of me!) When I am separated from thee;

Alas! I might as easily show,

What after death the foul will do ;

"Twill laft, I'm sure, and that is all we know.

The thing call'd foul will never ftir nor move,
But all that while a lifeless carcafe prove;
For 'tis the body of my love :

Not that my love will fly away,

But ftill continue; as, they fay,

Sad troubled ghosts about their graves do ftray.

THE