VII. SHE. Tho' publick pun'fhment we escape, the fin Will rack and torture us within: Guilt and fin our bofom bears, And tho' fair yet the fruit appears, That worm which now the core does waste, 40 When long't has gnaw'd within, will break the skin VIII. [at laft. HE. That thirsty drink, that hungry food I fought, That wounded balm, is all my fault; And thou in pity didit apply The kind and only remedy: The caufe abfolves the crime; fince me 45 So mighty force did move, so mighty goodness thee. IX. SHE. Curfe on thine arts! methinks I hate thee now, Yet wilt undo me more shouldft thou not come at night. A tongue fo blefs'd by Nature and by Art, Your speech will govern Destiny, 5 And Fate will change rather than you should lie. 10 II. 'Tis true, if human reason were the guide, Reason, methinks, was on my fide; But that's a guide, alas! we must resign, She faid, fhe faid herself, it would be fo; Never fo juftly fure before, Errour the name of Blindness bore, For whatfoe'er the question be There's no man that has eyes would bet for me. 20 III. If Truth itself (as other angels do When they defcend to human view) In a material form would deign to shine, So dazzling bright, yet so transparent clear, Cloth'd in a fhape like thee; But happier far the eye Which could thy shape naked like Truth espy! 30 IV. Yet this loft Wager costs me nothing more Who would not venture for that debt to play, If Nature gave me pow'r to write in verse, That no man's Muse for publick vent is free, BATHING IN THE RIVER. I. THE fish around her crowded, as they do For ne'er did light fo clear Among the waves appear, Tho' ev'ry night the Sun himself fet there. Why to mute fish shouldst thou thyself discover, As fome from men their buried gold commit Half their rich treasures fo Maids bury, and, for ought we know, (Poor Ignorants!) they 're mermaids all below. The am'rous waves would fain about her stay, I laugh'd the wanton play to view, But 't is, alas! at land fo too, And still old lovers yield the place to new. IV. Kifs her, and, as you part, you am'rous Waves! Then tell her what your pride doth cost, When rig'rous Winter binds you up with frost. V. Tell her, her beauties and her youth, like thee, Where they will mix'd and undistinguish'd lie As in the ocean thou No privilege doft know Above th' impureft streams that thither flow. 35 VI. Tell her, kind Flood! when this has made her fad, Tell her there is yet one rem'dy to be had; Show her how thou, tho' long fince paft, doft find Thyself yet still behind. Marriage, fay to her, will bring About the felfsame thing: 40 But she, fond Maid! shuts and feals up the fpring. 42 1 LOVE GIVEN OVER. I. It is enough; enough of time and pain Haft thou confum'd in vain; Leave, wretched Cowley! leave Thyfelf with fhadows to deceive; Think that already loft which thou must never gain. II. Three of thy luftieft and thy freshest years, (Tofs'd in ftorms of hopes and fears) Like helpless fhips that be Set on fire i' th' midft o' the fea, Have all been burnt in love, and all been drown'd in III. Refolve then on it, and by force or art, [tears. II Free thy unlucky heart; Since Fate does disapprove Th' ambition of thy love, And not one star in heav'n offers to take thy part. 15 |