And yet this world, as old as 'tis, Let that inclination perish, Which I dare no longer cherish! With harmless thoughts I did begin, At every hour, in every place, your face: All that in plays was finely writ My dreams at night were all of you, I sported thus with young Desire, But now his teeth and claws are grown, Let me the fatal lion shun; You found me harmless-leave me so! For, were I not, you'd leave me too. SONG. LOVE still has something of the sea, They are becalm'd in clearest days, One while they seem to touch the port, Then straight into the main Some angry wind, in cruel sport, The vessel drives again. At first disdain and pride they fear, Rivals and falsehood soon appear, By such degrees to joy they come 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain An hundred thousand oaths your Perhaps would not remove; And, if I gaz'd a thousand years, I could no deeper love. fears SONG. FAIR Amynta, art thou mad, To let the world in me Envy joys I never had, And censure them in thee? Fill'd with grief for what is past, Let us at length be wise; And to Love's true enjoyments haste, Since we have paid the price. Love does easy souls despise Who lose themselves for toys, escape for those devise - And Who taste his utmost joys. Love should like the year be crown'd With sweet variety; Hope should in the spring abound, Kind fears, and jealousy. In the summer, flowers should rise, And in the autumn, fruit; His spring doth else but mock our eyes, And in a scoff salute. The Indifference. THANKS, fair Urania, to your scorn, By your late coldness I am cur'd. In losing me, proud nymph, you lose My ranging love did never find I, unawares, my freedom gave, Love is a burthen, which two hearts, I'm not of those who court their pain, And make an idol of disdain : My hope in love does ne'er expire, Nor yet of those who, ill receiv'd, |