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Yet in this thou may'st believe me,
(So indifferent though I feem) Death with tortures would not grieve me
More, than loss of thy esteem.
Then, as I, on thee relying,
Do no changing fear in thee, So, by my defects supplying,
From all changing keep thou me : That unmatched we may prove, Thou for beauty, I for love.
ail, To be thus ill-disposed ? Why doth your sleeping fail,
Now all men's else are closed ?
In any servile duty,
A slave to love and beauty ?
What hopes have I, that she
Will hold her favours ever, When so few women be
That constant can persever?
Whate'er she do protest,
When fortunes do deceive me, Then she, with all the rest,
I fear, alas, will leave me.
Shall then, in earnest truth,
My careful eyes observe her? Shall I consume my youth,
And short my time to serve her ? Shall I, beyond my strength,
Let pafsion's torments move me? To hear her say at length,
Away-I cannot love thee.”
O, rather let me die
Whilft I thus gentle find her ; 'Twere worse than death if I Should find she
unkinder! One frown, though but in jest,
Or one unkindness feigned, Would rob me of more rest
Than e'er could be regained.
But in her eyes I find
Such signs of pity moving, She cannot be unkind,
Nor err, nor fail in loving.
And, on her forehead, this
Seems written to relieve me, My heart no joy shall miss,
That love or she can give me.
And this shall be the worst
Of all that can betide me, If I, like fome, accurs'd,
Should find my hopes deride me; My cares shall not be long;
I know which way to mend them : I'll think who did the wrong,
Sigh, break my heart, and end them.
THE STEDFAST SHEPHERD.
Hence, away, thou fyren, leave me,
Pish! unclasp these wanton arms; Sugar'd words can ne'er deceive me, (Though thou prove a thousand charms);
Fie, fie, forbear,
No common snare
Thy painted baits,
And poor deceits,
I'm no save to such as you be,
Neither shall that snowy breaft,
Go, go, display
Thy beauty's ray To some more-foon-enamour'd fwain :
Those common wiles,
Of sighs and smiles,
I have elsewhere vow'd a duty;
Turn away thy tempting eye: Shew not me a painted beauty, These impoftures I defy:
My spirit loaths
Where gaudy cloaths, And feigned oaths, may love obtain:
I love her so,
Whose look swears no;
Can he prize the tainted pofies
Which on every breast are worn, That may pluck the virgin roses From their never-touched thorn ?
That is the pride of Cynthia's train :
Then stay thy tongue,
Thy mermaid fong
Where each peasant mates with him; Shall I haunt the thronged valleys, Whilft there's nobler hills to climb?
No, no; though clowns
Are scar'd with frowns,
And those I'll prove,
So will thy love
I do fcorn to vow a duty,
Where each luftful lad may woo : Give me her, whose sun-like beauty Buzzards dare not foar unto :
She, she it is
Affords that bliss
But such as you,
Fond fools, adieu ;
Leave me then, you fyrens, leave me,
Seek no more to work my harms; Crafty wiles cannot deceive me,
Who am proof against your charms :