When from your well-wrought cabinet you take it, And your bright looks awake it, And hear it breathe a sigh or two; And laugh at me as dispossess’d; Wilt rather send again for me, THE CONCEALMENT. No; to what purpose should I speak ? No, wretched heart! swell till you break. She cannot love me if she would ; And, to say truth, 'twere pity that she should. No; to the grave thy sorrows bear; As silent as they will be there : So handsomely the thing contrive, 'Tis nobler much for me, that I , This will look justly, and become An execution; that, a martyrdom. The censuring world will ne'er refrain She must be angry, sure, if I should be So bold to ask her to make me, I will not; 'tis a milder fate And yet this death of mine, I fear, appear; When, sound in every For the last tempest of my death breath. Then shall the world my noble ruin see, Some pity and some envy me; Then she herself, the mighty she, Shall grace my funerals with this truth; “ 'Twas only Love destroy'd the gentle youth!” other part, THE MONOPOLY. What mines of sulphur in my breast do lie, That feed the' eternal burnings of my heart! Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly, The sounding shop of Vulcan's smoky art: Vulcan his shop has placed there, And Cupid's forge is set up here. Ah, cruel God! and why to me I have the trouble, not the gains, of it:- So sweet's revenge to me, that I, Upon my foe would gladly die. Deep into’ her bosom would I strike the dart, Deeper than woman e’er was struck by thee; Thou givest them small wounds, and so far from the heart, Curse on thy goodness, whom we find Vain God! who woman dost thyself adore ! So’unjustly are distributed, THE DISTANCE. I've followed thee a year, at least, But yet can thee o’ertake no more In this our fortunes equal prove Our stars, that move for ever round, In vain, alas ! in vain I strive Since, if around it swiftlier fly, Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are, Tamelier than worms are lovers slain; THE INCREASE. Than I had done before; love's score. Why should my love do so? move; With shadows from itself that flow. My love, as we in numbers see, Took their first turn from the’hand of Jove ; But are, since that beginning, found But, by the length, 'tis plain to see LOVE'S VISIBILITY. Have I endeavoured hitherto Though so discreet and good she be, That something like it they have shown; Can no arts or disguises find, very eye betrays our inward smart; But keep the secret wisely, yet, LOOKING ON, AND, DISCOURSING WITH, HIS MISTRESS. These full two hours now have I gazing been, What comfort by it can I gain? Was the great miser's greatest pain; As with the bless'd converse he might, |