FROM THE SAME, PART II.

I

He. How unhappy a Lover am I
While I sigh for my Phillis in vain ;
All my Hopes of Delight
Are another man's Right,

Who is happy while I am in pain!

2

She. Since her Honour allows no Relief, But to pity the pains which you bear,

'Tis the best of your Fate,

(In a hopeless Estate,)

To give o're and betimes to despair.

3

He. I have try'd the false Med'cine in vain;

For I wish what I hope not to win: From without, my desire

Has no Food to its Fire,

But it burns and consumes me within.

4

She. Yet at least 'tis a pleasure to know That you are not unhappy alone :

For the Nymph you adore

Is as wretched and more,

FROM MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE.

I

WHY should a foolish Marriage Vow
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now

When Passion is decay'd?

We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we cou'd, Till our Love was lov'd out in us both: But our Marriage is dead, when the Pleasure is fled :

'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath.

2

If I have Pleasures for a Friend,
And farther Love in store,

What Wrong has he whose Joys did end,
And who cou'd give no more?

'Tis a madness that he
Shou'd be jealous of me,

Or that I shou'd bar him of another:
For all we can gain is to give our selves pain,
When neither can hinder the other.

FROM THE SAME.

I

WHILST Alexis lay prest

In her Arms he lov'd best, With his hands round her neck, And his head on her breast,

4

Thus intranc'd they did lie,
Till Alexis did try

To recover new Breath, that again he might die:

Then often they di'd; but the more they did so,

The Nymph dy'd more quick, and the Shepherd more slow.

FROM THE ASSIGNATION.

LONG betwixt Love and fear Phillis tormented

Shun'd her own wish yet at last she consented :

But loath that day shou'd her Blushes discover,

Come, gentle Night She said,
Come quickly to my aid,
And a poor Shamefac'd Maid
Hide from her Lover.

Now cold as Ice I am, now hot as Fire,
I dare not tell my self my own desire;
But let Day fly away, and let Night haste
her:

Grant ye kind Powers above,
Slow Hours to parting Love,
But when to Bliss we move,
Bid 'em fly faster.

How sweet it is to Love when I discover That Fire which burns my Heart warming my Lover;

'Tis Pity Love so true shou'd be mistaken:
But if this Night he be
False or unkinde to me,
Let me dye ere I see
That I'm forsaken.

EPITHALAMIUM, FROM AMBOYNA.

ΙΟ

The day you wish'd arriv'd at last,
You wish as much that it were past,
One Minute more and night will hide
The Bridegroom and the blushing Bride.
The Virgin now to Bed do's goe:
Take care oh Youth, she rise not soe;
She pants and trembles at her doom
And fears and wishes thou wou'dst come.
The Bridegroom comes, He comes apace
With Love and Fury in his Face;
She shrinks away, He close pursues,
And Pray'rs and Threats at once do's use ; 20
She softly sighing begs delay,
And with her hand, puts his away,
Now out aloud for help she cryes,
And now despairing shuts her Eyes.

SONG OF THE SEA FIGHT,
FROM THE SAME.

WHO ever saw a noble sight,

That never view'd a brave Sea Fight? Hang up your bloody Colours in the Aire, Up with your Fights and your Nettings prepare,

Your Merry Mates chear with a lusty bold spright,

Now each Man his brindice and then to the
Fight.

St. George, St. George, we cry,
The shouting Turks reply.

Oh now it begins, and the Gunroom grows hot
Plie it with Culverin and with small shot; 10
Heark do's it not Thunder? no 'tis the Guns

THE Day is come, I see it rise,
Betwixt the Bride's and Bridegroom's Eyes,
That Golden day they wish'd so long
Love pick'd it out amidst the throng;
He destin'd to himself this Sun,
And took the Reins and drove him on ;
In his own Beams he drest him bright,
Yet bid him bring a better night.

20

She grows giddy now like blind fortunes wheel;

She sinks there she sinks she turns up her
Keel,

Who ever beholds so noble a sight
As this so brave, so bloody Sea Fight.

FROM AMPHITRYON.

I

Celia, that I once was blest

Is now the Torment of my Brest;
Since to curse me, you bereave me
Of the Pleasures I possest:
Cruel Creature, to deceive me!
First to love, and then to leave me.

II

Had you the Bliss refus'd to grant,
Then I had never known the want:
But possessing once the Blessing,
Is the Cause of my Complaint:
Once possessing is but tasting;
'Tis no Bliss that is not lasting.

III

Celia now is mine no more;
But I am hers and must adore :
Nor to leave her will endeavour;
Charms, that captiv'd me before,
No Unkindness can dissever;
Love that's true, is Love for ever.

FROM THE SAME.

I

FAIR Iris I love and hourly I dye,
But not for a Lip nor a languishing Eye:
She's fickle and false, and there I agree;
For I am as false and as fickle as she :
We neither believe what either can say;
And, neither believing, we neither betray.

II

'Tis civil to swear and say Things of course;
We mean not the taking for better or worse.
When present we love, when absent agree;
I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me:
The Legend of Love no Couple can find
So easie to part, or so equally join'd.

PASTORAL DIALOGUE FROM THE
SAME.
I

Thyrsis. Fair Iris and her Swain
Were in a shady Bow'r ;

Where Thyrsis long in vain

Had sought the Shepherd's hour.
At length his Hand advancing upon her
snowy Breast,

He said, O kiss me longer,
And longer yet and longer,
If you will make me Blest.