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Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but oh,
What boundless spaces do us part!
My lowness, and her high desert:
Nothing does me so far remove,
love. So travellers, that lose their way by night,
If from afar they chance to' espy
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
They sit them down, and weep in vain,
RESOLVED TO LOVE. I WONDER what the grave and wise
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 of them saw me, the other day,
Touch the dear hand which I admire; My soul was melting straight away,
And dropp'd before the fire: This silly wise man, who pretends to know, Ask'd why I look'd so pale, and trembled so? 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: VOL. II.
Such ignorance from unwounded learning came;
And have in love no skill,
For I'll be ignorant still:
Which me, weak mortal! move;
Less trifling than my love:
Go bid the needle his dear North forsake,
To which with trembling reverence it does bend; Go bid the stones a journey upwards make;
Go bid the ambitious flame no more ascend : And, when these false to their motions
prove, Then shall I cease thee, thee alone, to love. The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate
Does nothing tie more strong than me to you; My fix'd love hangs not on your love or hate, But will be still the
do: You cannot kill
disdain; Wound it you may, and make it live in pain. Me, mine example, let the Stoics use,
Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain ; Let all predestinators me produce,
Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain :
This fire I'm born to-but 'tis she must tell, Whether 't be beams of heaven or flames of hell.
You, who men's fortunes in their faces read,
To find out mine, look not, alas ! on me;
For only there is writ my destiny:
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;
Is writ in heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. What can men learn from stars they scarce can see? Two great lights rule the world, and her two, me.
THE HEART BREAKING.
It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke ;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
But oh, the mighty serpent Love,
Cut by this chance in pieces small, In all still lived, and still it stung in all.
And now, alas! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
smallest corner still Lives with the torment which the whole did kill,
Even so rude armies, when the field they quit,
And into several quarters get;
Each troop does spoil and ruin more Than all join’d in one body did before. How
many Loves reign in my bosom now ! How many loves, yet all of you !
Thus have I changed with evil fate My Monarch-love into a Tyrant-state.
THE USURPATION. Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;
I was mine own, and free,
Till I had given myself to thee; But thou hast kept me slave and prisoner since.
Well, since so insolent thou’rt grown, Fond tyrant! I'll depose thee from thy throne; Such outrages must not admitted be
In an elective monarchy. Part of
my heart by gift did to thee fall; My country, kindred, and my best
Acquaintance, were to share the rest;
Nay more; thou makest me worship thee,
too? The public miseries, and my private fate,
Deserve some tears; but greedy thou
(Insatiate maid !) wilt not allow That I one drop from thee should alienate;
Nor wilt thou grant my sins a part, Though the sole cause of most of them thou art; Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due, Since first mine
I gave to you. Thou all my joys and all my hopes dost claim;
Thou ragest like a fire in me,
Converting all things into thee;
Nay, every grief and every fear
All other serpents puts to death.
So from all other ills am I;
Free from their known formality : But all pains eminently lie in thee !
Alas, alas! I hope in vain My conquer'd soul from out thine hands to gain; Since all the natives there thou 'ast overthrown,
And planted garrisons of thine own.
Thou worst estate even of the sex that's worst;
Therefore by Nature made at first
To' attend the weakness of our birth! Slight outward curtain to the nuptial bed! Thou case to buildings not yet finished !
Who, like the centre of the earth,
Dost heaviest things attract to thee, Though thou a point imaginary be!