“ Now sexes meet not by design,

“ When they the world's chief work advance, “But in the dark they sometimes join,

“ As wandering atoms meet by chance."


Born 1605, and died 1687.

CHLORIS, farewell! I now must go :

For, if with thee I longer stay,
Thy eyes prevail upon me so,

I shall prove blind, and lose my way.

Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth,

Among the rest me bither brought: Finding this fame fall short of truth

Made me stay longer than I thought.

For I'm engag’d by word, and oath,

A servant to another's will:
Yet, for thy love, I'd forfeit both,

Could I be sure to keep it still.

But what assurance can I take,

When thou, fore-knowing this abuse, For some more worthy lover's sake,

May'st leave me with so just excuse?


For thou may'st say, 'twas not thy fault,

That thou didst thus inconstant prove, Being by my example taught

To break thy oath, to mend thy love.

No, Chloris, no! I will return,

And raise thy story to that height, That strangers shall at distance burn,

And she distrust me reprobate.

Then shall my love this doubt displace,

And gain such trust, that I may come And banquet sometimes on thy face,

But make my constant meals at home.


Our sighs are heard ; just heav'n declares
The sense it has of lovers' cares.
She that so far the rest outshin'd,
Sylvia, the fair, while she was kind,
As if her frowns impair'd her brow,
Seems only not unhandsome now.

So when the sky makes us endure
A storm, itself becomes obscure.

Hence 'tis that I conceal my flame,
Hiding from Flavia's self her name ;
Lest she, provoking heaven, should prove
How it rewards neglected love,
Better a thousand such as I,
Their grief untold, should pine and die,

Than her bright morning, overcast
With sullen clouds, should be defac'd.


Anger in hasty words or blows
Itself discharges on our foes;
And sorrow, too, finds some relief
In tears, which wait upon our grief.
So ev'ry passion, but fond love,
Unto its own redress does move :
But that alone the wretch inclines
To what prevents his own designs ;
Makes him lament, and sigh, and weep,
Disorder'd, tremble, fawn, and creep;
Postures which render him despis'd,
Where he endeavours to be priz’d.
For women, born to be controllid,
Stoop to the forward and the bold,

Affect the haughty and the proud,
The gay, the frolic, and the loud.
Who first the generous steed oppress’d,
Not kneeling did salute the beast,
But with high courage, life, and force,
Approaching, tam’d th' unruly horse.

Unwisely we the wiser East Pity, supposing them oppress'd With tyrants' force, whose law is will, By which they govern, spoil, and kill: Each nymph, but moderately fair, Commands with no less rigour here. Should some brave Turk, that walks among His twenty lasses, bright and young, And beckons to the willing dame, Preferr'd to quench his present flame, Behold as many gallants here, With modest guise and silent fear, All to one female idol bend, Whilst her high pride does scarce descend To mark their follies, he would swear That these her guard of eunuchs were: And that a more majestic queen, Or humbler slaves, he had not seen.

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