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The Gods, when they descended, hither From heaven did always choose their way; And therefore we may boldly say,
That 'tis the way too thither.
How happy here should I, And one dear She, live, and embracing die! She, who is all the world, and can exclude In deserts solitude. I should have then this only fear— Lest men, when they my pleasures see, Should hither throng to live like me, And so make a city here.
- MY DIET.
Now, by my Love, the greatest oath that is,
But for Heaven's sake believe me, or I die.
His master should believe that he does serve; And I'll ask no more wages, though I starve.
'Tis no luxurious diet this, and sure
On a sigh of pity I a year can live;
Fifty, a gentle look will give; An hundred years on one kind word I'll feast:
A thousand more will added be, If you an inclination have for me; And all beyond is vast eternity!
THOU robb'st my days of business and delights,
Begin to God, and end them all to thee.
Is it a sin to love, that it should thus,
As if, not you me, but I had murder'd you.
From books I strive some remedy to take,
Perish by turning every thing to gold.
What do I seek, alas! or why do I
For making thee my deity,
TIs well, 'tis well with them, say I, Whose short-lived passions with themselves can
For none can be unhappy, who, [die;
*Midst all his ills, a time does know (Though ne'er so long) when he shall not be so.
Whatever parts of me remain,
For 'twas not only in my heart,
But, like a God, by powerful art 'Twas all in all, and all in every part.
My affection no more perish can
Hereafter, if one dust of me
Mix’d with another's substance be, "Twill leaven that whole lump with love of thee.
Let Nature, if she please, disperse My atoms over all the universe;
At the last they easily shall
Themselves know, and together call;
LOVE AND LIFE.
Now, sure, within this twelvemonth past, I 'ave loved at least some twenty years or more: The account of Love runs much more fast Than that with which our life does score: So, though my life be short, yet I may prove The great Methusalem of Love.
Not that Love's hours or minutes are
Yet Love, alas ! and Life, in me,
Swiftly his daily journey he goes, But treads his annual with a statelier pace; And does three hundred rounds enclose Within one yearly circle's space; At once, with double course in the same sphere, He runs the day, and walks the year.
When Soul does to myself refer,
TAKE heed, take heed, thou lovely maid, Nor be by glittering ills betray'd; Thyself for money! oh, let no man know The price of beauty fallen so low ! What dangers ought'st thou not to dread, When Love, that's blind, is by blind Fortune led?
The foolish Indian, that sells His precious gold for beads and bells, Does a more wise and gainful traffic hold Than thou, who sell'st thyself for gold. What gains in such a bargain are : * He'll in thy mines dig better treasures far.
Can gold, alas! with thee compare? .
Bold was the wretch that cheapen'd thee;
If it be lawful thee to buy,