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Keep still thy distance; for at once to me
of all that sees thee, and as such
taste. Beauty at first moves wonder and delight; 'Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the sight. We' admire it whilst unknown; but after, more Admire ourselves for liking it before. Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way, Does over-gorge himself with his own prey; Of very hopes a surfeit he'll sustain, Unless by fears he cast them up again : His spirit and sweetness dangers keep alone; If once he lose his sting, he grows a drone.
The moderate flames which in them dwell ;
Dangerous to tell her that I love.
I would not have her know the pain,
Weigh'd with her least conveniency:
Yet, when I die, my last breath shall
My ghost, to get from thee a tear!
THE GIVEN HEART. I WONDER what those lovers mean, who say
They’ave given their hearts away:
Some good kind lover, tell me how? For mine is but a torment to me now.
If so 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? Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room! 'Twill tear and blow
all within, Like a granado shot into' a magazine. Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts
Of both our broken-hearts;
Shall out of both one new one make, From hers the' allay, from mine the metal, take. For of her heart he from the flames will find
But little left behind :
Mine only will remain entire;
I chief professor am of it.
Teach boldness to the stews;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow,
Teach the dull earth fix'd to abide,
The God of Love, if such a thing there be,
May learn to love from me;
heart since Adam's sin; 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
I'll teach him sighs, like those in death,
As light and heat does with the sun.
'Tis I who Love's Columbus am ; 'tis I
Who must new worlds in it descry;
Than all that has been known before.
Me times to come, I know it, shall
But, ah! what's that, if she refuse
Muse; If to my share the prophet's fate must come
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom?
The devil take those foolish men
Who gave you first such powers !
We stood on even grounds till then; If any odds, creation made it ours.
For shame, let these weak chains be broke;
Let's our slight bonds, like Samson, tear ;
And nobly cast away that yoke,
French laws forbid the female reign;
Yet Love does them to slavery draw :
Alas! if we'll our rights maintain, "Tis all mankind must make a Salique law,
Ha! ha! you think you've kill'd my fame, By this not understood, yet common, name: A name that's full and proper, when assign'd
But, when you call us so,
the shore inconstant call,
fault with pilots find For changing course, yet never blame the wind ?
Or can you
Since, drunk with vanity, you fell, The things turn round to you that steadfast dwell; And you yourself, who from us take your flight,
Wonder to find us out of sight.
So the same error seizes you,