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So though the beauty do appear
No beauty, which amaz'd me. so ; Yet from my breast I cannot tear
The passion which from thence did grow; Nor yet out of my fancy rase The print of that supposed face.
A real beauty, though too near,
The fond Narcissus did admire; I dote on that which is no where;
The sign of beauty feeds my fire. No mortal flame was e'er so cruel As this, which thus survives the fuel !
OF LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT.
Not caring to observe the wind,
Or the new sea explore,
Already I behold the shore !
May not a thousand dangers sleep
Sweetness, truth, and every grace,
Which time and use are wont to teach,
The eye may in a moment reach, And read distinctly in her face.
Some other nymphs with colours faint,
It is not that I love you less,
Than when before your feet I lay; But to prevent the sad increase
Of hopeless love, I keep away.
In vain, alas ! for every thing,
Which I have known belong to you, Your form does to my fancy bring,
And makes my old wounds bleed anew.
Who in the spring, from the new sun,
Already has a fever got,
Which Phæbus through his veins has shot :
Too late he would the pain assuage,
And to thick shadows does retire ; About with him he bears the rage,
And in his tainted blood the fire.
But vow'd I have, and never must
Your banish'd servant trouble you ; For if I break, you may mistrust
The vow I made to love you too.
GAL. You that can tune your sounding strings so Of ladies' beauties and of love to tell, (well, Once change your note, and let your lute report The justest grief that ever touch'd the Court.
TAYR. Fair nymph! I have in your delights no Nor ought to be concerned in your care; [share, Yet would I sing if I your sorrows knew, And to my aid invoke no Muse but you.
GAL. Hear then, and let your song augment our Which is so great as not to wish relief. [grief,
She that had all which Nature gives, or Chance, Whom Fortune join'd with Virtue to advance To all the joys this island could afford, The greatest mistress and the kindest lord; Who with the royal mixt her noble blood, And in high grace with Gloriana stood; Her bounty, sweetness, beauty, goodness, such That none e'er thought her happiness too much; So well-inclin'd her favours to confer, And kind to all, as Heav'n had been to her! The virgin's part, the mother, and the wife, So well she acted in this span of life, That though few years (too few, alas !) she told, She seem'd in all things but in beauty old. As unripe fruit, whose verdant stalks do cleave Close to the tree, which grieves no less to leave
The smiling pendent which adorns her so,
THYR. Under how hard a law are mortals born!
GAL. 'Twas Hamilton!-whom I had nam'd be. But naming her, grief lets me say no more.
ON THE HEAD OF A STAG,
So we some antique hero's strength
Resembling, with each blow he strikes,
THE MISER'S SPEECH.
IN A MASK.
Balls of this metal slack'd Atlanta's pace,