Love's tender Knot ill futes his Barbarous Hand,
And nothing but thy Look becomes Command.
Art thou his Victim now, whofe Rays divine
Made Thoufands once ambitious to be thine?
Around whofe Altar Vows preft Vows in vain,
And Hearts flow'd thick in their own Pur-
ple Stain;
Yet Pain fo fweetly dreft ne'er fail'd to please,
To Serve was Liberty, to Bleed was Eafe.
How worthless then is Life fince thou art gone?
We wish but to Purfue, and breath to Moan;
All, all with thee is vanquifh'd but Despair,
That lingring fure Tormentor, who can bear?
In pity Death, extend thy bloody Mind,
To be Deftructive now is to be kind.
OVE, How unequal are thy Laws, That Men that leaft endevour Thou favour'it, and neglect ft the Cause Of those that most perfever!
What careless Lovers have been bleft,
Untouch'd with Grief and Anguish,
Since cruel Silvia Charm'd my Breast,
Unmov'd to see me Languish!
I find my fatal Error now
In thinking e'er to move her,
Too great the Difficulty grew
For any Mortal Lover.
But what advantage can it bring
That I at laft perceive it?
'Twas rash to undertake the thing,
And its too late to leave it.
H Lycidas, Why thus alone,
With Arms a crofs, does figh and moan? Can thy Cofmelia prove unkind,
Or ought prevail to change her Mind?
Sue was, fhe is great Natures Pride;
In Goodness, to the beft ally'd.
In her bright Eyes fuch Beauties fhine,
Mercy would make her all divine.
O ye propitious Powers above,
That gently do incline to Love,
Convey into her breaft foft Fire,
Amorous Thoughts and kind Defire :
But if it be decreed by Fate,
That I muft Love, and fhe muft Hate;
Ah! Let not her difdain to give
A Tear, when I no longer Live.
To a Fair Lady Singing at Tunbridge-Wells
Such pointed Sweetnefs who can bear?
The New-born Magick of your Sounds,
At once gives Harmony and Wounds.
How fate attends your Swan-like Strains,
And fure, tho' differing, Conqueft gains
Secure from Danger you appear,
But loft Admirers die to hear.
Vain were the Grecians project here,
That, dreading Ruin, feal'd the Ear;
Who would on yielding Wax rely,
Your felf, a Brighter Sun fo nigh?
Where your Victorious Rays prevail,
That ufelefs toy is doom'd to fail;
Turns a faint Emblem of our Hearts,
And melts, as They do, by your Darts.
M 2
With Voice divine, and matchlefs Face,
You change the Nature of this place;
How many came for healing Streams,
That must return in fcorching Flames?
When Venus firft adorn'd the Waves,
The World contended to be Slaves;
Purfu'd her Charms,and hugg'd their Chains,
Sufpecting there no burning Pains.
In vain they still for Freedom ftrove,
Their Wonder ripned into Love ;
And prov'd, no Paffion fhall expire,
That, fpite of Water, can take Fire.
On Margarita.
By Another Hand.
WHere Tawny Peg displays her vocal
Our Eyes defend our Ears from foothing harms; Her Steps deliver whom her Strains enflave, She Trills to Conquer, and fhe Treads to fave
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