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Whilst taste not, touch not what is freely given, Is but thy Niggard's Voice disgracing bounteous
( Heaven, From Speech restrain d, by thy Deceits abus'd,
To Desarts banish'd, and in Cells reclus'd;
While they a purer Sacrifice Design,
7. In vain to chase thee every Art:we try,
In vain all Remedies apply; In vain the Indian Leaf infuse,
Or the parch’d Eastern Berry bruise; Some pafsim vain those Bounds, and nobler Liquors
(use, Now Harniony in vain. we bring, Inspire the Lute, and touch the String :
From Harmony no Help is had,
Not skilful Lower thy Source cou'd find,
The secret and mysterious ways,
With unsuccessful Toil he wrought, Till in pursuit of thee himself was by thee caught.
Retain'd thy. Prisoner, thy acknowledg’d Slave, And sunk beneath thy weight to a lamented Grave.
BEneath this gloomy Shade,
By Nature only for my Sorrows made,
By Love fo vainly fed;
Ah wretched Youth! faid I,
When thoughts of Love I entertain,
Never alas! that dreadful Nane
Which Fewels the infernal Flame:
In vain, in vain, faid I ;
All this World's Noise appears to me
No Confort to my wounded Sight,
Then down I laid my Head;
Fool to resunie her bruken Chain !
Fool, to that Body to return
Once Dead, how can it be,
(On the late borrid Conspiracy
By Mr. Stepney. TH "HE* Youth whose Fortune the vast Globe obay'd
Finding his † Royal Enemy betray'd, And in his Chariot by || vile Hands oppress’d, With noble Pity, and just Rage possessid, Wept at his Fall, from so subline a State, And by the Traytor's Death reveng'd the Fate Of Majesty profan'd So acted too The gen'rous Cæsar, when the Roman knew A ** Coward King had treacheroully ain, Whom ft scarce he foild on the Pharsalian Plain : The Doom of his fam'd Rival he bemoan'd, And the base Author of the Crime dethron'd. Such were the Virtuous Maxims of the Greate Free from the servile Arts of barbarous Hate:
* Alexander the Great, † Darius, il Belus, ** Ptolemy, tf Pompey.
They knew no Foe, but in the open Field,
Good, the Just, and Brave prevail.
By Sir Charles Sedley. LOVE when 'tis true, needs not the aid
Of Sighs or Tears to make it known, And to convince the cruelft Maid,
Lovers should use their Love alone. into their very Looks 'twill steal;
And he that most will hide his Flane; Does in that Care his Pains reveal,
Silence it self can Love proclaim. This, Aurelia made me thun
The Paths that common Lovers tread, Whofe guilty Passions are begun,
Not in their Hearts, but in their Head. I could not sigh, and with cross'd Arms,
Lament your Rigour and niy Fate; Nor tax your Beauty with such Charms,
As Men adore, and Women hate : But careless live, and without Art,
Knowing niy Love you muft have spy'd; And thinking it a foolish Part,
To strive to fhew what none can hide.
WHEN Aurelia first became
The Mistress of his Heart; So mild and gentle was her Reign,
Thyrfis, in hers, had part.
And gave his Love the Reins;
No other way Remains.
But that being overcome,
And he thought all his own :
He callid himfelf a happier Man
Than ever lov?d before,
What Mortal can have more ?
Love smild at first, then looking graveg
Said, Thyrsis, leave to boat;
Her Fickleness will cost.
fie fpoke, and from that fatal time
All Thyrsis did, or said,