XII.

TO AMORET.

FAIR! that you may truly know
What you unto Thryfis owe,
I will tell you how I do
Sachariffa love and you.
Joy falutes me when I fet
My bleft eyes on Amoret;
But with wonder I am strook,
While I on the other look.

If sweet Amoret complains,
I have fenfe of all her pains;
But for Sachariffa I

Do not only grieve, but die.
All that of myself is mine,
Lovely Amoret! is thine:
Sachariffa's captive fain

Would untie his iron chain,

And those scorching beams to fhun,

To thy gentle fhadow run.

If the foul had free election

To difpofe of her affection,
I would not thus long have borne
Haughty Sachariffa's scorn:
But 't is fure fome pow'r above,
Which controls our wills in love!

If not a love, a strong defire
To create and spread that fire
In my breast, folicits me,
Beauteous Amoret! for thee.

'Tis amazement more than love
Which her radiant eyes do move:
If less splendour wait on thine,
Yet they fo benignly fhine,
I would turn my dazzled fight
To behold their milder light:
But as hard 't is to destroy
That high flame as to enjoy;"
Which how eas❜ly I may do,
Heav'n (as eas❜ly fcal'd) does know!
Amoret! as fweet and good

As the most delicious food,
Which but tafted does impart

Life and gladness to the heart.
Sachariffa's beauty's wine,
Which to madness doth incline;
Such a liquor as no brain

That is mortal can sustain.

Scarce can I to Heav'n excufe

The devotion which I ufe

Unto that adored dame;

For 't is not unlike the fame

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Which I thither ought to fend;

So that if it could take end,

XV.

TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND.

BRAVE Holland leads, and with him Falkland goes:
Who hears this told, and does not straight suppose
We fend the Graces and the Muses forth,'
To civilize and to instruct the North?

Not that these ornaments make swords lefs sharp; 5
Apollo bears as well his bow as harp:

And tho' he be the patron of that spring,
Where, in calm peace, the facred virgins fing,
He courage had to guard th' invaded throne
Of Jove, and caft th' ambitious giants down.

Ah, noble Friend! with what impatience all
That know thy worth, and know how prodigal
Of thy great foul thou art, (longing to twist
Bays with that ivy which so early kiss'd
Thy youthful temples) with what horrour we
Think on the blind events of war and thee?
To fate expofing that all-knowing breast
Among the throng as cheaply as the rest;
Where oaks and brambles (if the copse be burn'd)
Confounded lie, to the fame afhes turn'd.

Some happy wind over the ocean blow

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This tempeft yet, which frights our island fo!
Guarded with fhips, and all the sea our own,
From Heav'n this mischief on our heads is thrown.

XIV.

TO PHYLLIS.

PHYLLIS! why fhould we delay
Pleasures shorter than the day?
Could we (which we never can)
Stretch our lives beyond their span,
Beauty like a fhadow flies,
And our youth before us dies.
Or would youth and beauty stay,
Love hath wings, and will away.
Love hath fwifter wings than Time.
Change in love to Heav'n does climb.
Gods, that never change their state,
Vary oft' their love and hate.

Phyllis! to this truth we owe
All the love betwixt us two.
Let not you and I inquire
What has been our past desire ;
On what shepherds you have smil'd,
Or what nymphs I have beguil'd:
Leave it to the planets too
What we shall hereafter do;
For the joys we now may prove,
Take advice of prefent love.

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XV.

TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND.

BRAVE Holland leads, and with him Falkland goes:
Who hears this told, and does not straight fuppofe
We fend the Graces and the Mufes forth,
To civilize and to instruct the North?

Not that these ornaments make swords lefs fharp; 5
Apollo bears as well his bow as harp:
And tho' he be the patron of that spring,
Where, in calm peace, the sacred virgins sing,
He courage had to guard th' invaded throne
Of Jove, and caft th' ambitious giants down.

Ah, noble Friend! with what impatience all
That know thy worth, and know how prodigal
Of thy great foul thou art, (longing to twist
Bays with that ivy which so early kifs'd
Thy youthful temples) with what horrour we
Think on the blind events of war and thee?
To fate expofing that all-knowing breast
Among the throng as cheaply as the rest;
Where oaks and brambles (if the copfe be burn'd)
Confounded lie, to the fame afhes turn'd.

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Some happy wind over the ocean blow This tempeft yet, which frights our island fo! Guarded with ships, and all the sea our own, From Heav'n this mischief on our heads is thrown.

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