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XCIV.

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Love Verses.

Madam, I Own Impertinence a Crime

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And tax Presumption tho' dress'd up in Rhine :
Yet by fome hidden Charm I'm blindly wrought
To ašt the Thing, whilft I condemn the Thought;
And as a Wretch who labours to disguise
Some dangerous Truth (which once declar'd) he dies,

Till thousand Eyes without, and Fears within ! 'Spite of his Art, unveils the guilty Scene;

So I whom Love a Criminal has made,
(By fate and you to the sweet guilt betray’d;)
Tho' dangers thick as Clouds around me wait,
Each urging in his turn my coming Fate,
Yet 'spite of Absence, Infany, and all
The threatning Dangers that attend my fall;
'Spite of my felf, I must ny self declare
And tell you, you are dangerously fair,
And Ola! that such a Truth should e're displease
Which your own Bashful Vertues must confess.
There was a time (but ah! Remembrance stay,
Enjoyments past fresh Torments ill repay)
When I officiously could stand and gaze,
And traverse all the Wonders of that Face,
Saw where the treacherous Loves in Ambush lay
That seiz'd me, whilft I stood to guard my way.
Yet still too weak that Pallion to oppose
Which (Vertue like) by Opposition grows.
Too well I've learnt the undisputed Skill
Your Beauty Claims, or to preserve or kill :
Should then a captiv'd Heart presune to add
One bleeding Trophy to the Spoils you've made,

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Say charming Nymph, would you reject the Prize,
And scorn the Inglorious Conquest of your Eyes?
No! Nature's self stands ready to oppose
That Thoughts (and mercy mixt with Beauty shows)
Creating Heav'n had else mistook its Care
To mould an excellence so greatly fair
With so much Art to wound, but none to spare.
Oh! had I never seen those fatal Charnis
Unwounded then I'de 'fcap'd Love's feeble Arms
For who, when he had pass'd one Storm before
Could e're have dream'da Shipwreck on the Shore :
But fure some God does in your Eyes perswade
For Love in you's implicitely obey'd,
With undefigning Graces you entice,
And whilst you fhun the Conqueft meet the Prize!
Form'd with such vast Advantages to please,
Your Wit must conquer, were your Beauty less;
Yet fair as the first dawn of Infant Light
With Blushes Springing from the Womb of Night
Chaft as the Flanie the Vestal Altar bears,
And modest as the watchful Virgins Prayers.
So pure your Thoughts, your Soul fo near Divine,

That proftrate Saints might worship at your Shrine;
At leaft if in Perfection they'd appear,
Must copy all the fhining Vertues there.
Such Charms, and such alone; my Breast could move
And melt my Hubborn Temper into Love.
Careless before as Sleepas Fancy free
That in foft Dreams does Aitting Shadows fee,
I view'd the Planets of the Court and Town,
My Heart unfmitten yet, and all my own.
The Theatre and Park did next engage
My Search, and the Mock Angels of the Stage.
Yet still I kept ny freedom from the Snare
Of the Tame Beauties here, or Wild Ones there;

With cold Regard I saw the gay Pageants pass
Unmov'd by that black Eye, or this fair Face;
But sure our best Resolves are Guards too weak,
The deftin'd Portions of our Fates to check!
For Nature whillt she keeps your Sex in View
In forming Min, she stampt a Lover too;
Th'obedient Mould a double impress takes,
This Prints the Soul, that varies but the Sex,
Thus whilft her Chimick Hand the Work prepares,
The God great. Love is thine, the Drafs all hers,
And tho'one Heart more low than t’other burns,
Yet all Men must be Lovers in their Turns,
Why then should I a fingle Stoick aim
To hide my Fires, when

the whole World's in flame. No! Since my Choice the Nicest Test may brave l'le hug the ChainWould you but own your Slave. Sure,tho'l meet my Boom, of this Applause, To fall Love's Martyr in the noblest Cause

XCV.

The Palace of Fame: FULL

in the midst of this created Space, Betwixt Heav'n and Earth and Skies, there stands

(a Place Confining on all three, with Triple Bound; Whence all Things tho’remote, are view'd around And thither bring their undulating found, The Palace of loud Fame! Her Seat of Pow'r, Plac'd on the funnit of a Lofty Tow'r: A thousand winding Entries, long and wide, Receive of freth Report a flowing Tide; A thousand Crannies in the Walls are made, Nor Gates, nor Bars, exclude the busy Trade.

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Tis

Tis built of Brass, the better to diffuse
The spreading Sounds, and multiply the News :
Where Echoes in repeated Echoes play:
A Mart for ever full, and open Night and Day :
Nor Silence is within, nor Voice express,
But a deaf Noise of Sounds that never ceafe :
Confus’d, and chiding like the hollow Roar
Of Tides, receding from th’insulting Shore ;
Or like the broken Thunder, heard from far,
When Jove at Distance drives the rolling War.
The Courts are fill'd with a tumultuous Din
Of Crowds, or issuing forth, or entring in
A Thorough-Fare of News; where some Devise
Things never Heard, fome ningle Truth with lies:
The troubled Air, with empty Sounds they beat,
Intent to hear, and eager to repeat.
Error fits Brooding there, with added Train
Of rain Credulity, and Joys as Vain :
Suspicion, with Sedition joyn'd, are near;
And Rumours rais'd; and Murmurs mixt, and Pa-

(nick Fear. Fame fits aloft, and sees the Subject Ground;

und. And Seas about and Skyes above, enquiring all

around.

Dryd. Ovid.

XCVI.

The Description of Fame.
THERE is a tall long-sided Dame,

But wond'rous Light, yeleped Fame,
That like a thin Camelion boards
Herself on Air; and eats her Words :
Upon her Shoulders Wings she wears
Like. Hanging-Sleeves, lin'd thro' with Ears,

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And Eyes, and Tongues, as Paets List,
Made good by deep Myrbolagift.
With these she through the Welkin flies,
And fometimes carries Truth, oft Lies;
With Letters hung like Eaftern Pigeons,
And Mercuries of farthest Regions;
Diurnals writ for Regulation
Of Lying, to inform the Nation;
And by their publick Use to bring down
The rate of Whetstones in the Kingdom:
About her Necka Pacquet-Male,
Fraught with Advice, fome fresh, fome stale,
Of Men that walk'd when they were dead
And Corps of Monsters brought to Bed;
Of Hailftones big as Pullets Eggs,
And Puppies whelp'd with twice two Legs
A Blazing-Star feen in the West,
By Six or Seven Men at least :
Two Trumpets she does found at once,
But both of clean contrary Tones,
But whether both with the same Wind,
Or one before, and one behind,
We know not, only this can tell,
The one founds vilely, th' other well;
And therefore Vulgar Authors Name
The one Good, the other Evil Fame..

Hüdibrafs.

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XCVII,

Sampson's Complaint on his Blindness,

ti , I Blind among Enemies worse than Chains;

Dungeon

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