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If any passion of my heart,
By any force or any art,
Be brought to move one step from thee,
May'st thou no passion have for me.

[From " the Wish.")

Well, then; I now do plainly see
This busy world and I shall ne'er agree.

The very honey of all earthly joy
Does of all meats the soonest cloy;

And they, methinks, deserve my pity,
Who for it can endure the stings,
The crowd, and buz, and murmurings,

Of this great hive, the city.

Ah! yet, ere I descend to th' grave,
May I a small house and large garden have;

And a few friends, and many books, both true,
Both wise, and both delightful too!

And (since love ne'er will from me flee),
A mistress, moderately fair,
And good, as guardian-angels are;

Only belov'd, and loving me!

How happy here should I,
And one dear she, live, and embracing die ?

She who is all the world, and can exclude
In desarts solitude.

[From " the Inconstant.")

I NEVER yet could see that face,

Which had no dart for me;
From fifteen years to fifty's space

They all victorious be.

Colour or shape, good limbs, or face,

Goodness, or wit, in all I find;
In motion or in speech a grace,

If all fail, yet ’tis womankind.

If tall, the name of proper slays;

If fair, she's pleasant as the light;
If low, her préttiness does please ;

If black, what lover loves not night?

The fat like plenty fills my heart,

The lean with love makes me so too; If straight, her body's Cupid's dart;

To me, if crooked, 'tis his bow.

Thus with unwearied wings I flee

Through all love's gardens and his fields ; And, like the wise industrious bee,

No weed but honey to me yields.

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She loves, and she confesses too;
There's then at last no more to do.
The happy work's entirely done;
Enter the town which thou hast won.
The fruits of conquest now begin:
Io triumphe! enter in.

What's this, ye gods! what can it be?
Remains there still an enemy?
Bold honour stands up in the gate,
And would yet capitulate.

Have I o'ercome all real foes,
And shall this phantom me oppose ?

Noisy nothing! stalking shade!
By what witchcraft wert thou made ?
Empty cause of solid harms !
But I shall find out counter-charms,
Thy airy devilship to remove
From this circle here of love.

Sure I shall rid myself of thee
By the night's obscurity,
And obscurer secresy.
Unlike to every other sprite,
Thou attempt'st not men t' affright,
Nor appear'st but in the light.

THE CHRONICLE.

A BALLAD.

MARGARITA first possess'd,
If I remember well, my breast,

Margarita, first of all;
But when a while the wanton maid
With my restless heart had play'd,

Martha took the Aying ball.

Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine.

Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry she to part,
With the possession of my heart)

To Eliza's conquering face.

Eliza till this hour might reign,
Had she not evil counsels ta'en ;

Fundamental laws she broke,
And still new favourites she chose,
Till up in arms my passions rose,

And cast away her yoke.

Mary then, and gentle Ann,
Both to reign at once began,

Alternately they sway'd :
And sometimes Mary was the fair,
And sometimes Ann the crown did wear,

And sometimes both I obey'd,

Another Mary then arose,
And did rigorous laws impose.zi.

A mighty tyrant she !
Long, alas, should I have been
Under that iron-scepter'd queen,

Had not Rebecca set me free.

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