Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but oh,

What boundless spaces do us part!
Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show,

My lowness, and her high desert :
But these might conquerable prove;

Nothing does me so far remove,
As her hard soul's aversion from

my

love. So travellers, that lose their way by night,

If from afar they chance to' espy
The' uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light,

Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
Till, wearied with the fruitless pain,

They sit them down, and weep in vain,
And there in darkness and despair remain.

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.

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Such ignorance from unwounded learning came;
He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame.
If learn’d in other things you be,

And have in love no skill,
For God's sake keep your arts from me,

For I'll be ignorant still :
Study or action others may embrace;
My love's
my business, and

my

books her face. These are but trifles, I confess,

Which me, weak mortal! move;
Nor is your busy seriousness

Less trifling than my love:
The wisest king, who from his sacred breast
Pronounced all vanity, chose it for the best.

MY FATE.

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 own 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

same, whate'er

you

do: You cannot kill

my
love with
your 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;
But mark her face, and all the features heed;

For only there is writ my destiny :
Or, if stars show it, gaze not on the skies;
But study the astrology of her eyes.
If thou find there kind and propitious rays,

What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;
I well believe the fate of mortal days

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,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
I thought that this some remedy might prove;

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;
And
every

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 w! How many loves, yet all of you!

Thus have I changed with evil fate My Monarch-love into a Tyrant-state.

now

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;
But thou, their covetous neighbour, dravest out all:

Nay more; thou makest me worship thee,
And wouldst the rule of my religion be:
Did ever tyrant claim such power as you,
To be both emperor

and
pope

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 eyes 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;
Nought can resist, or not increase the flame:

Nay, every grief and every fear
Thou dost devour, unless thy stamp it bear :
Thy presence, like the crowned basilisk's breath,

All other serpents puts to death.
As men in hell are from diseases free,

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.

MAIDENHEAD.

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!