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THE GIVEN HEART.

I.

WONDER What those lovers mean who fay They have giv'n their hearts away:

Some good kind lover tell me how,

For mine is but a torment to me now.

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If fo it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain?

What courtesy can Love do more,

Than to join hearts that parted were before?

III.

Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come

Into the felfsame room;

"Twill tear and blow up all within,

Like a grenado fhot into a magazine.

IV.

Then fhall Love keep the afhes and torn parts

Of both our broken hearts;

Shall out of both one new one make,

From her's th' alloy, from mine the metal, take :

V.

For of her heart he from the flames will find

But little left behind:

Mine only will remain entire ;

No drofs was there to perish in the fire.

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THE PROPHET.

I.

EACH me to love? go teach thyfelf more wit;
I chief profeffor am of it.

Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews;
Teach boldness to the ftews;

In tyrants' courts teach fupple flattery;
Teach Jefuits, that have travell'd far, to lie;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow;
Teach refiléfs fountains how to flow;
Teach the dull earth, fix'd, to abide;
Teach womankind inconftancy and pride: 10/
See if your diligence here will useful prove;
But, prithee, teach not me to love. I! F

II.

The god of Love, if fuch a thing there bejish
May learn to love from me.

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He who does boast that he has been v

In every heart fince Adam's fin, 14 15

I'll lay my life, nay, Mistress, on 't, that's more,
I'll teach him things he never knew before

I'll teach him a receipt to make

Words that weep, and tears that speak;

I'll teach hini fighs, like thofe in death,..

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At which the fouls go out, too, with the breath:
Still the fouls ftays, yet ftill does from me run,

As light and heat does with the fun.

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III.

'Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 't is I
Who must new worlds in it defcry;
Rich worlds, that yield of treasure more
Than all that has been known before:
And yet, like his, I fear, my fate must be,
To find them out for others, not for nie.
Me times to come, I know it, fhall
Love's laft and greatest Prophet call;
But, ah! what's that, if she refuse

To hear the wholesome doctrines of my Muse?
If to my share the Prophet's fate must come,

Hereafter fame, here martyrdom? :

THE RESOLUTION.

THE devil take thofe foolish men
Who gave you first such pow'rs;
We stood on even grounds till then;
If any odds, creation made it ours.

II.

For fhame! let these weak chains be broke;

Let's our flight bonds like Samfon tear,

And nobly caft away that yoke

Which we nor our forefathers e'er could bear.

III.

French laws forbid the female reign,
Yet Love does them to flav'ry draw:

Alas! if we 'll our rights maintain,
"Tis all mankind must make a Salique law.

HA! ha!

CALLED INCONSTANT.

I.

you think you 'ave kill'd my fame

By this not understood, yet common name;

A name that's full and proper when affign'd
To womankind;

But when you call us fo,

It can at best but for a metaphor go.

II.

Can you the fhore inconftant call,

Which ftill, as waves pass by, embraces all,
That had as lief the fame waves always love,
Did they not from him move?

Or can you fault with pilots find

For changing courfe, yet never blame the wind?

The things turn round to you that stedfast dwell; And you yourself, who from us take your flight, 15 Wonder to find us out of fight;

So the fame errour feizes you,

As men in motion think the trees move too.

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Go! let the fatted calf be kill'd,
My prodigal's come home at laft,
With noble refolutions fill'd,

And fill'd with forrow for the past:

No more will burn with love or wine,

But quite has left his women and his fwine.

II,

Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor Heart!
Welcome; I little thought, I'll fwear,
('Tis now fo long fince we did part)

Ever again to fee thee here:

Dear Wanderer! fince from me you fled,

How often have I heard that thou wert dead?

III.

Haft thou not found each woman's breast

(The lands where thou haft travelled) Either by favages poffefs'd,

Or wild, and uninhabited?

What joy couldft take, or what repose,
In countries fo unciviliz'd as thofe ?

IV.

Luft, the scorching dogstar, here
Rages with immoderate heat,

Whilst Pride, the rugged Northern Bear,
In others makes the cold too great:
And where thefe are temp'rate known,
The foil is all barren fand or rocky stone.