814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| <\An Account from\ Lisander \to\ Lysidas \his Friend.\> 814:1,0001[A ]| At last dear \Lysidas\, I'l set thee Free, 814:1,0002[A ]| From the disorders of Uncertainty; 814:1,0003[A ]| Doubt's the worst Torment of generous Mind, 814:1,0004[A ]| Who ever searching what it cannot find, 814:1,0005[A ]| Is roving still from wearied thought to thought, 814:1,0006[A ]| And to no settled Calmness can be brought: 814:1,0007[A ]| The Cowards Ill, who dares not meet his Fate, 814:1,0008[A ]| And ever doubting to be Fortunate, 814:1,0009[A ]| Falls to that Wretchedness his fears Create. 814:1,0010[A ]| I should have dy'd silent, as Flowers decay, 814:1,0011[A ]| Had not thy Friendship stopt me on my way, 814:1,0012[A ]| That Friendship which our Infant hearts inspir'd, 814:1,0013[A ]| E're them Ambition or false Love had fir'd: 814:1,0014[A ]| Friendship! which still enlarg'd with years and sense 814:1,0015[A ]| Till it arriv'd to perfect Excellence; 814:1,0016[A ]| Friendship! Mans noblest bu'sness! without whom 814:1,0017[A ]| The out-cast Life finds nothing it can own, 814:1,0018[A ]| But Dully dyes unknowing and unknown, 814:1,0019[A ]| Our searching thought serves only to impart 814:1,0020[A ]| It's new gain'd knowledge to anothers Heart; 814:1,0021[A ]| The truly wise, and great, by friendship grow, 814:1,0022[A ]| That, best instruct 'em how they should be so, 814:1,0023[A ]| That, only sees the Error of the Mind, 814:1,0024[A ]| Which by its soft reproach becomes Refin'd; 814:1,0025[A ]| Friendship! which even Loves mighty power controuls: 814:1,0026[A ]| When that but touches; this Exchanges Souls. 814:1,0027[A ]| The remedy of Grief, the safe retreat 814:1,0028[A ]| Of the scorn'd Lover, and declining great. 814:1,0029[A ]| This sacred tye between thy self and me, 814:1,0030[A ]| Not to be alter'd by my Destiny; 814:1,0031[A ]| This tye, which equal to my new desires 814:1,0032[A ]| Preserv'd it self amidst Loves softer Fires, 814:1,0033[A ]| Obliges me, (without reserve) 't impart 814:1,0034[A ]| To \Lycidas\ the story of my Heart; 814:1,0035[A ]| Tho' 'twill increase its present languishment, 814:1,0036[A ]| To call to its remembrance past content 814:1,0037[A ]| So drowning Men near to their native shore 814:1,0038[A ]| (From whence they parted near to visit more) 814:1,0039[A ]| Look back and sigh, and from that last Adieu, 814:1,0040[A ]| Suffer more pain then in their Death they do, 814:1,0041[A ]| That grief, which I in silent Calms have born, 814:1,0042[A ]| It will renew, and rowse into a Storm. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0043[A ]| With you unhappy Eyes that first let in 814:1,0044[A ]| To my fond Heart the raging Fire, 814:1,0045[A ]| With you a Truce I will begin, 814:1,0046[A ]| Let all your Clouds, let all your Show'rs retire, 814:1,0047[A ]| And for a while become serene, 814:1,0048[A ]| And you my constant rising Sighs forbear, 814:1,0049[A ]| To mix your selves with flying Air, 814:1,0050[A ]| But utter Words, among that may express, 814:1,0051[A ]| The vast degrees of Joy and Wretchedness. 814:1,0052[A ]| And you my soul! forget the dismal hour, 814:1,0053[A ]| When dead and cold Aminta lay, 814:1,0054[A ]| And no kind God, no pittying Power 814:1,0055[A ]| The hasty fleeting Life would stay; 814:1,0056[A ]| Forget the Mad, the Raving pain 814:1,0057[A ]| That seiz'd Thee at a sight so new, 814:1,0058[A ]| When not the Wind let loose, nor raging Main 814:1,0059[A ]| Was so destructive and so wild as thou? 814:1,0060[A ]| Forget thou saw'st the lovely yielding Maid, 814:1,0061[A ]| Dead in thy trembling Arms 814:1,0062[A ]| Just in the Ravishing hour, when all her Charms 814:1,0063[A ]| A willing Victim to thy Love was laid 814:1,0064[A ]| Forget that all is fled thou didst Adore, 814:1,0065[A ]| And never, never, shall return to bless Thee more. 814:1,0066[A ]| Twelve times the \Moon\ has borrow'd Rays; that Night 814:1,0067[A ]| Might favour Lovers stealths by Glimmering Light: 814:1,0068[A ]| Since I imbarqu'd on the inconstant Seas 814:1,0069[A ]| With people of all Ages and Degrees, 814:1,0067[A ]| All well dispos'd and absolutely bent, 814:1,0071[A ]| To visit a far Country call'd \Content\. 814:1,0072[A ]| The Sails were hoisted, and the Streamers spread, 814:1,0073[A ]| And chearfully we cut the yielding Floud; 814:1,0074[A ]| Calm was the Sea, and peaceful every Wind, 814:1,0075[A ]| As if the Gods had with our Wishes joyn'd 814:1,0076[A ]| To make us prosperous; All the whispering Air 814:1,0077[A ]| Like Lovers Joys, was soft, and falsly fair. 814:1,0078[A ]| The ruffling Winds were hush'd in wanton sleep, 814:1,0079[A ]| And all the Waves were silenc'd in the deep: 814:1,0080[A ]| No threatning Cloud, no angry Curl was found, 814:1,0081[A ]| But bright, serene, and smooth, 'twas all around: 814:1,0082[A ]| But yet believe false \Iris\ if she weep, 814:1,0083[A ]| Or Amorous \Layis\ will her promise keep, 814:1,0084[A ]| Before the Sea, that Flatters with a Calm, 814:1,0085[A ]| Will cease to ruin with a rising Storm, 814:1,0086[A ]| For now the Winds are rows'd, the Hemisphere 814:1,0087[A ]| Grows black, and frights the hardy Mariner, 814:1,0088[A ]| The Billows all into Dis-order hurl'd, 814:1,0089[A ]| As if they meant to bury all the World; 814:1,0090[A ]| And least the Gods on us should pity take, 814:1,0091[A ]| They seem'd against them too, a War to make. 814:1,0092[A ]| Now each affrighted to his Cabin Flyes, 814:1,0093[A ]| And with Repentance Load the angry Skyes; 814:1,0094[A ]| Distracted Prayers they all to Heaven Address, 814:1,0095[A ]| While Heaven best knows, they think of nothing less; 814:1,0096[A ]| To quit their Interest in the World's their fear, 814:1,0097[A ]| Not whether, ~~ but to go, ~~ is all their Care, 814:1,0098[A ]| And while to Heav'n, their differing crimes they mount, 814:1,0099[A ]| Their vast dis-orders doubles the account; 814:1,0100[A ]| All pray, and promise fair, protest and weep, 814:1,0101[A ]| And make those Vows, they want the pow'r to keep, 814:1,0102[A ]| But sure with some, the angry Gods were pleas'd; 814:1,0103[A ]| For by degrees their Rage and Thunder ceas'd: 814:1,0104[A ]| In the rude War no more the Winds engage, 814:1,0105[A ]| And the destructive Waves were tir'd with their own Rage; 814:1,0106[A ]| Like a young Ravisher, that has won the day, 814:1,0107[A ]| O're-toil'd and Panting, Calm and Breathless lay, 814:1,0108[A ]| While so much Vigour in the Incounter's lost, 814:1,0109[A ]| They want the pow'r a second Rape to Boast. 814:1,0110[A ]| The Sun in Glory daignes again t'appear; 814:1,0111[A ]| But we who had no Sense, but that of fear, 814:1,0112[A ]| Cou'd scarce believe, and lessen our dispair. 814:1,0113[A ]| Yet each from his imagin'd Grave gets out, 814:1,0114[A ]| And with still doubting Eyes looks round about. 814:1,0115[A ]| Confirm'd they all from Prayer to Praises hast, 814:1,0116[A ]| And soon forgot the sense of dangers past; 814:1,0117[A ]| And now from the recruited Top-mast spy'd, 814:1,0118[A ]| An Island that discover'd Natures Pride: 814:1,0119[A ]| To which was added, all that Art could do 814:1,0120[A ]| To make it Tempting and Inviting too; 814:1,0121[A ]| All wondering Gaz'd upon the happy place, 814:1,0122[A ]| But none knew either where, or what it was: 814:1,0123[A ]| Some thought, th' Inaccessible Land 't had been, 814:1,0124[A ]| And others that Inchantment they had seen, 814:1,0125[A ]| At last came forth a Man, who long before 814:1,0126[A ]| Had made a Voyage to that fatal shoar, 814:1,0127[A ]| Who with his eyes declin'd, as if dismaid, 814:1,0128[A ]| At sight of what he dreaded: Thus he said, 814:1,0129@w | This is the Coast of Africa, 814:1,0130@w | Where all things sweetly move; 814:1,0131@w | This is the Calm Atlantick Sea, 814:1,0132@w | And that the Isle of Love; 814:1,0133@w | To which all Mortals Tribute pay, 814:1,0134@w | Old, Young, the Rich and Poor; 814:1,0135@w | Kings do their awful Laws obey, 814:1,0136@w | And Shepherds do Adore. 814:1,0137@w | There's none its forces can resist, 814:1,0138@w | Or its Decrees Evince, 814:1,0139@w | It Conquers where, and whom it list, 814:1,0140@w | The Cottager and Prince. 814:1,0141@w | In entering here, the King resigns, 814:1,0142@w | The Robe and Crown he wore; 814:1,0143@w | The Slave new Fetters gladly joyns 814:1,0144@w | To those he dragg'd before. 814:1,0145@w | All thither come, early or late, 814:1,0146@w | Directed by desire, 814:1,0147@w | Not Glory can divert their fate, 814:1,0148@w | Nor quench the Amorous fire. 814:1,0149@w | The Enterances on every side, 814:1,0150@w | Th' Attracts and Beauties Guard, 814:1,0151@w | The Graces with a wanton Pride, 814:1,0152@w | By turn secure the Ward. 814:1,0153@w | The God of Love has lent 'em Darts, 814:1,0154@w | With which they gently Greet, 814:1,0155@w | The heedless undefended Hearts 814:1,0156@w | That pass the fatal Gate. 814:1,0157@w | None e're escapt the welcom'd blow, 814:1,0158@w | Which ne're is sent in vain: 814:1,0159@w | They Kiss the Shaft, and Bless the Foe, 814:1,0160@w | That gives the pleasing Pain. 814:1,0161[A ]| Thus whilst we did this grateful story learn, 814:1,0162[A ]| We came so near the Shoar, as to discern 814:1,0163[A ]| The Place and Objects, which did still appear 814:1,0164[A ]| More Ravishing, approaching 'em more near. 814:1,0165[A ]| There the vast Sea, with a smooth calmness flows, 814:1,0166[A ]| As are the Smiles on happy Lovers Brows: 814:1,0167[A ]| As peaceably as Rivulets it glides, 814:1,0168[A ]| Imbracing still the shaded Islands sides; 814:1,0169[A ]| And with soft Murmurs on the Margent flows, 814:1,0170[A ]| As if to Nature it design'd Repose; 814:1,0171[A ]| Whose Musick still is answer'd by the Breeze, 814:1,0172[A ]| That gently plays with the soft rufl'd Trees. 814:1,0173[A ]| Fragrant and Flowry all the Banks appear 814:1,0174[A ]| Whose mixt dis-orders more delightful were, 814:1,0175[A ]| Then if they had been plac'd with Artful care, 814:1,0176[A ]| The Cowslip, Lilly, Rose and Jesamine, 814:1,0177[A ]| The Daffodil, the Pink and Eglintine, 814:1,0178[A ]| Whose gawdy store continues all the year, 814:1,0179[A ]| Makes but the meanest of the Wonders here. 814:1,0180[A ]| Here the young Charmers walk the Banks a-long, 814:1,0181[A ]| Here all the \Graces\ and the \Beauties\ throng. 814:1,0182[A ]| But what did most my Admiration draw, 814:1,0183[A ]| Was that the Old and Ugly there I saw, 814:1,0184[A ]| Who with their Apish Postures, void of shame 814:1,0185[A ]| Still practice Youth, and talk of Darts and Flame. 814:1,0186[A ]| I laught to see a Lady out of date, 814:1,0187[A ]| A worn out Beauty, once of the first rate; 814:1,0188[A ]| With youthful Dress, and more fantastick Prate, 814:1,0189[A ]| Setting her wither'd Face in thousand forms, 814:1,0190[A ]| And thinks the while she Dresses it in charms; 814:1,0191[A ]| Disturbing with her Court: the busier throng 814:1,0192[A ]| Ever Addressing to the Gay and Young; 814:1,0193[A ]| There an old Batter'd Fop, you might behold, 814:1,0194[A ]| Lavish his Love, Discretion, and his Gold 814:1,0195[A ]| On a fair she, that has a Trick in Art, 814:1,0196[A ]| To cheat him of his Politicks and Heart; 814:1,0197[A ]| Whilst he that Jilts the Nation ore and ore, 814:1,0198[A ]| Wants sense to find it in the subtiller \W**re\. 814:1,0199[A ]| The Man that on this Isle before had been, 814:1,0200[A ]| Finding me so admire at what I'd seen; 814:1,0201[A ]| Thus said to me. ~~ 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0202@w | Love when he Shoots abroad his Darts, 814:1,0203@w | Regards not where they light: 814:1,0204@w | The Aged to the Youthful Hearts, 814:1,0205@w | At random they unite. 814:1,0206@w | The soft un-bearded Youth, who never found 814:1,0207@w | The Charms in any Blooming Face, 814:1,0208@w | From one of Fifty takes the Wound; 814:1,0209@w | And eagerly persues the cunning Chase: 814:1,0210@w | While she an Arted Youth puts on; 814:1,0211@w | Softens her Voice, and languishes her Eyes; 814:1,0212@w | Affects the Dress, the Mean, the Tone. 814:1,0213@w | Assumes the noysy Wit, and ceases to be Wise; 814:1,0214@w | The tender Maid to the Rough Warrier yields; 814:1,0215@w | Unfrighted at his Wounds and Scars, 814:1,0216@w | Pursues him through the Camps and Fields, 814:1,0217@w | And Courts the story of his dangerous Wars, 814:1,0218@w | With Pleasure hears his Scapes, and does not fail, 814:1,0219@w | To pay him with a Joy for every Tale. 814:1,0220@w | The fair young Bigot, full of Love and Prayer, 814:1,0221@w | Doats on the lewd and careless Libertine; 814:1,0222@w | The thinking States-man fumbles with the Player, 814:1,0223@w | And dearly buys the (barely wishing) Sin. 814:1,0224@w | The Peer with some mean Damsel of the trade, 814:1,0225@w | Expensive, common, ugly and decay'd: 814:1,0226@w | The gay young Squire, on the blouz'd Landry Maid. 814:1,0227@w | All things in Heaven, in Earth, and Sea, 814:1,0228@w | Love give his Laws unto; 814:1,0229@w | Tho' under different Objects, they 814:1,0230@w | Alike obey, and bow; 814:1,0231@w | Sometimes to be reveng'd on those, 814:1,0232@w | Whose Beauty makes 'em proudly nice, 814:1,0233@w | He does a Flame on them impose, 814:1,0234@w | To some unworthy choice. 814:1,0235@w | Thus rarely equal Hearts in Love you'l find, 814:1,0236@w | Which makes 'em still present the God as Blind. 814:1,0237[A ]| Whilst thus he spake, my wondering Eyes were staid 814:1,0238[A ]| With a profound attention on a Maid! 814:1,0239[A ]| Upon whose Smiles the \Graces\ did a-wait, 814:1,0240[A ]| And all the \Beauties\ round about her fate; 814:1,0241[A ]| Officious \Cupid's\ do her Eyes obey, 814:1,0242[A ]| Sharpning their Darts from every Conquering Ray: 814:1,0243[A ]| Some from her Smiles they point with soft desires, 814:1,0244[A ]| Whilst others from her Motion take their Fires: 814:1,0245[A ]| Some the Imbroider'd Vail and Train do bear, 814:1,0246[A ]| And some around her fan the gentle Air, 814:1,0247[A ]| Whilst others flying, scatter fragrant Show'rs, 814:1,0248[A ]| And strow the paths she tread with painted flow'rs, 814:1,0249[A ]| The rest are all imploy'd to dress her Bow'rs; 814:1,0250[A ]| While she does all, the smiling Gods carress, 814:1,0251[A ]| And they new Attributes receive from each Address. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0252[A ]| Such Charms of Youth, such Ravishment 814:1,0253[A ]| Through all her Form appear'd, 814:1,0254[A ]| As if in her Creation Nature meant, 814:1,0255[A ]| She shou'd a-lone be ador'd and fear'd: 814:1,0256[A ]| Her Eyes all sweet, and languishingly move, 814:1,0257[A ]| Yet so, as if with pity Beauty strove, 814:1,0258[A ]| This to decline, and that to charm with Love. 814:1,0259[A ]| A chearful Modesty adorn'd her Face, 814:1,0260[A ]| And bashful Blushes spread her smiling Cheeks; 814:1,0261[A ]| Witty her Air; soft every Grace, 814:1,0262[A ]| And 'tis eternal Musick when she speaks, 814:1,0263[A ]| From which young listening Gods the Accents take 814:1,0264[A ]| And when they wou'd a perfect Conquest make, 814:1,0265[A ]| Teach their young favourite Lover so to speak 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0266[A ]| Her Neck, on which all careless fell her Hair, 814:1,0267[A ]| Her half discover'd rising Bosome bare, 814:1,0268[A ]| Were beyond Nature form'd; all Heavenly fair. 814:1,0269[A ]| Tempting her dress, loose with the Wind it flew, 814:1,0270[A ]| Discovering Charms that wou'd alone subdue, 814:1,0271[A ]| Her soft white slender Hands whose touches wou'd 814:1,0272[A ]| Beget desire even in an awful God; 814:1,0273[A ]| Long Winter'd Age to tenderness wou'd move, 814:1,0274[A ]| And in his Frozen Blood, bloom a new spring of Love. 814:1,0275[A ]| All these at once my Ravisht Senses charm'd, 814:1,0276[A ]| And with unusual Fires my Bosome warm'd. 814:1,0277[A ]| Thus my fixt Eyes pursu'd the lovely Maid, 814:1,0278[A ]| Till they had lost her in the envied Glade; 814:1,0279[A ]| Yet still I gaz'd, as if I still had view'd 814:1,0280[A ]| The Object, which my new desires pursu'd. 814:1,0281[A ]| Lost while I stood; against my Will, my sight 814:1,0282[A ]| Conducted me unto a new delight. 814:1,0283[A ]| Twelve little Boats were from the Banks unty'd, 814:1,0284[A ]| And towards our Vessel sail'd with wondrous Pride, 814:1,0285[A ]| With wreathes of Flowers and Garlands they were drest, 814:1,0286[A ]| Their Cordage all of Silk and Gold consist, 814:1,0287[A ]| Their Sails of silver'd Lawns, and Tinsel were, 814:1,0288[A ]| Which wantonly were ruffled in the Air. 814:1,0289[A ]| As many little Cupids gayly clad, 814:1,0290[A ]| Did Row each Boat, nor other guides they had. 814:1,0291[A ]| A thousand \Zephires\ Fann'd the moving Fleet, 814:1,0292[A ]| Which mixing with the Flow'rs became more sweet, 814:1,0293[A ]| And by repeated Kisses did assume 814:1,0294[A ]| From them a scent that did the Air perfume. 814:1,0295[A ]| So near us this delightful Fleet was come, 814:1,0296[A ]| We cou'd distinguish what the \Cupid's\ sung, 814:1,0297[A ]| Which oft with Charming Notes they did repeat, 814:1,0298[A ]| With Voices such as I shall ne're forget. 814:1,0299@w | \You that do seek with Amorous Desires,\ 814:1,0300@w | \To tast the Pleasures of the Life below,\ 814:1,0301@w | \Land on this\ Island, \and renew your Fires,\ 814:1,0302@w | \For without\ Love, \there is no joy, you know.\ 814:1,0303[A ]| Then all the \Cupids\ waiting no Commands, 814:1,0304[A ]| With soft inviting Smiles present their Hands, 814:1,0305[A ]| And in that silent Motion seem'd to say, 814:1,0306[A ]| \You ought to follow, when Love leads the way.\ 814:1,0307[A ]| Mad with delight, and all transported too, 814:1,0308[A ]| I quitted Reason, and resolv'd to go; 814:1,0309[A ]| For that bright charming Beauty I had seen, 814:1,0310[A ]| And burnt with strange desire to see agen, 814:1,0311[A ]| Fill'd with new hope, I laught at Reasons force, 814:1,0312[A ]| And towards the Island, bent my eager Course; 814:1,0313[A ]| The \Zephires\ at that instant lent their Aid, 814:1,0314[A ]| And I into Loves Fleet was soon convey'd, 814:1,0315[A ]| And by a thousand Friendships did receive, 814:1,0316[A ]| Welcomes which none but God's of Love could give. 814:1,0317[A ]| Many possest with my Curiosity, 814:1,0318[A ]| Tho' not inspir'd like me, yet follow'd me, 814:1,0319[A ]| And many staid behind, and laught at us: 814:1,0320[A ]| And in a scoffing tone reproacht us thus, 814:1,0321@w | \Farewell Adventurers, go search the Joy,\ 814:1,0322@w | \Which mighty Love inspires, and you shall find,\ 814:1,0323@w | \The treatment of the wond'rous Monarch Boy,\ 814:1,0324@w | \In's Airy Castle always soft and kind.\ 814:1,0325[A ]| We on the fragrant Beds of Roses laid, 814:1,0326[A ]| And lull'd with Musick which the \Zephires\ made, 814:1,0327[A ]| When with the Amorous silken Sails they plaid. 814:1,0328[A ]| Rather did them as wanting Wit account, 814:1,0329[A ]| Then we in this affair did Judgment want, 814:1,0330[A ]| With Smiles of pity only answer'd them, 814:1,0331[A ]| Whilst they return'd us pitying ones again. 814:1,0332[A ]| Now to the wisht for Shoar, with speed we high; 814:1,0333[A ]| Vain with our Fate, and eager of our Joy, 814:1,0334[A ]| And as upon the Beech we landed were, 814:1,0335[A ]| An awful Woman did to us repair. 814:1,0336[A ]| Goddess of \Prudence\! who with grave advice, 814:1,0337[A ]| Counsels the heedless Stranger to be Wise; 814:1,0338[A ]| She guards this Shoar, and Passage does forbid, 814:1,0339[A ]| But now blind Sense her Face from us had hid; 814:1,0340[A ]| We pass'd and dis-obey'd the heavenly Voice, 814:1,0341[A ]| Which few e'er do, but in this fatal place. 814:1,0342[A ]| Now with impatient hast, (but long in vain) 814:1,0343[A ]| I seek the Charming Author of my Pain, 814:1,0344[A ]| And haunt the Woods, the Groves, and ev'ry Plain. 814:1,0345[A ]| I ask each Chrystal Spring, each murmuring Brook, 814:1,0346[A ]| Who saw my fair, or knows which way she took? 814:1,0347[A ]| I ask the Eccho's, when they heard her Name? 814:1,0348[A ]| But they cou'd nothing but my Moans proclaim; 814:1,0349[A ]| My Sighs, the fleeting Winds far off do bear, 814:1,0350[A ]| My Charmer, coud no soft complaining hear: 814:1,0351[A ]| At last, where all was shade, where all was Gay; 814:1,0352[A ]| On a Brooks Brink, which purling past away, 814:1,0353[A ]| Asleep the lovely Maid extended lay; 814:1,0354[A ]| Of different Flowers, the \Cupids\ made her Bed, 814:1,0355[A ]| And Rosey Pillows, did support her Head; 814:1,0356[A ]| With what transported Joy my Soul was fill'd, 814:1,0357[A ]| When I, the Object of my wish beheld, 814:1,0358[A ]| My greedy View each lovely part survey'd; 814:1,0359[A ]| On her white Hand, her Blushing Cheek was laid 814:1,0360[A ]| Half hid in roses; yet did so appear 814:1,0361[A ]| As if with those, the Lillys mingled were; 814:1,0362[A ]| Her thin loose Robe did all her shape betray, 814:1,0363[A ]| (Her wondrous shape that negligently lay) 814:1,0364[A ]| And every Tempting Beauty did reveal, 814:1,0365[A ]| But what young bashful Maids wou'd still conceal; 814:1,0366[A ]| Impatient I, more apt to hope than fear, 814:1,0367[A ]| Approacht the Heav'nly sleeping Maid more near; 814:1,0368[A ]| The place, my flame, and all her Charms invite 814:1,0369[A ]| To tast the sacred Joys and stoln delight. 814:1,0370[A ]| The Grove was silent, and no Creature by, 814:1,0371[A ]| But the young smiling God of Love and I; 814:1,0372[A ]| But as before the awful shrine, I kneel'd, 814:1,0373[A ]| Where Loves great Mystery was to be reveal'd, 814:1,0374[A ]| A Man from out the Groves recess appears, 814:1,0375[A ]| Who all my boasted Vigor turn'd to fears, 814:1,0376[A ]| He slackt my Courage by a kind surprize, 814:1,0377[A ]| And aw'd me with th' Majesty of his Eyes; 814:1,0378[A ]| I bow'd, and blusht, and trembling did retire, 814:1,0379[A ]| And wonder'd at the Pow'r that checkt my fire; 814:1,0380[A ]| So excellent a Mean, so good a Grace, 814:1,0381[A ]| So grave a Look, such a commanding Face; 814:1,0382[A ]| In modest Speech, as might well subdue, 814:1,0383[A ]| Youth's native wildness; yet 'twas gracious too. 814:1,0384[A ]| A little \Cupid\ waiting by my side, 814:1,0385[A ]| (Who was presented to me for a guide,) 814:1,0386[A ]| Beholding me decline, the Sleeping Maid, 814:1,0387[A ]| To gaze on this Intruder, ~~ Thus he said. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0388@w | Him whom you see so awful and severe, 814:1,0389@w | Is call'd Respect, the Eldest Son of Love; 814:1,0390@w | Esteem his Mother is; who every where 814:1,0391@w | Is the best Advocate to all the fair, 814:1,0392@w | And knows the most obliging Arts to move: 814:1,0393@w | Him you must still carress, and by his Grace, 814:1,0394@w | You'l conquer all the Beauties of the Place; 814:1,0395@w | To gain him 'tis not Words will do, 814:1,0396@w | His Rhetorick is the Blush and Bow. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0397@w | He even requires that you shou'd silent be, 814:1,0398@w | And understand no Language but from Eyes, 814:1,0399@w | Or Sighs, the soft Complaints on Cruelty; 814:1,0400@w | Which soonest move the Heart they wou'd surprize: 814:1,0401@w | They like the Fire in Limbecks gently move, 814:1,0402@w | What words (too hot and fierce) destroy; 814:1,0403@w | These by degrees infuse a lasting Love; 814:1,0404@w | Whilst those do soon burn out the short blaz'd Joy. 814:1,0405@w | These the all gaining Youth requires, 814:1,0406@w | And bears to Ladies Hearts the Lambent Fires; 814:1,0407@w | And He that wou'd against despair be proof, 814:1,0408@w | Can never keep him Company enough. 814:1,0409[A ]| Instructed thus, I did my steps direct, 814:1,0410[A ]| Towards the necessary Grave \Respect\, 814:1,0411[A ]| Whom I soon won to favour my design, 814:1,0412[A ]| To which young LOVE his promis'd aid did joyn. 814:1,0413[A ]| This wak't \Aminta\, who with trembling fear, 814:1,0414[A ]| Wonder'd to see a stranger enter'd there; 814:1,0415[A ]| With timorous Eyes the Grove she does survey, 814:1,0416@b | Where are my LOVES 814:1,0416[A ]| she cry's! 814:1,0416@b | all fled away? 814:1,0417@b | And left me in this gloomy shade alone? 814:1,0418@b | And with a Man! Alas, I am undone. 814:1,0419[A ]| Then strove to fly; but I all prostrate lay, 814:1,0420[A ]| And grasping fast her Robe, oblig'd her stay; 814:1,0421@a | Cease lovely Charming Maid, Oh cease to fear, 814:1,0422[A ]| I faintly cry'd, ~~ 814:1,0422@a | There is no \Satyr\, near; 814:1,0423@a | I am of humane Race, whom Beauty Aws, 814:1,0424@a | And born an humble Slave to all her Laws; 814:1,0425@a | Besides we're not alone within the Grove, 814:1,0426@a | Behold \Respect\, and the young God of LOVE: 814:1,0427@a | How can you fear the Man who with these two, 814:1,0428@a | In any Shade or hour approaches you? 814:1,0429[A ]| Thus by degrees her Courage took its place; 814:1,0430[A ]| And usual Blushes drest again her Face, 814:1,0431[A ]| Then with a Charming Air, her Hand she gave, 814:1,0432[A ]| She bade me rise, and said she did believe. 814:1,0433[A ]| And now my Conversation does permit; 814:1,0434[A ]| But oh the entertainment of her Wit, 814:1,0435[A ]| Beyond her Beauty did my Soul surprize, 814:1,0436[A ]| Her Tongue had Charms more pow'rful than her Eyes! 814:1,0437[A ]| Ah \Lysidas\, hadst thou a list'ner been 814:1,0438[A ]| To what she said; tho'her thou ne're had'st seen, 814:1,0439[A ]| Without that Sense, thou hadst a Captive been. 814:1,0440[A ]| Guess at my Fate, ~~ but after having spoke, 814:1,0441[A ]| Many indifferent things: Her leave she took. 814:1,0442[A ]| The Night approach't, and now with Thoughts opprest, 814:1,0443[A ]| I minded neither where, nor when to Rest, 814:1,0444[A ]| When my Conducter LOVE! whom I pursu'd, 814:1,0445[A ]| Led to a Palace call'd \Inquietude\, 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0446[A ]| A Neighbouring Villa which derives its name, 814:1,0447[A ]| From the rude sullen Mistress of the same; 814:1,0448[A ]| A Woman of a strange deform'd Aspect; 814:1,0449[A ]| Peevishly pensive, fond of her neglect; 814:1,0450[A ]| She never in one posture does remain, 814:1,0451[A ]| Now leans, lyes down, then on her Feet again; 814:1,0452[A ]| Sometimes with Snails she keeps a lazy pace, 814:1,0453[A ]| And sometimes runs like Furies in a Chase; 814:1,0454[A ]| She seldom shuts her watchful Eyes to sleep, 814:1,0455[A ]| Which pale and languid does her Visage keep; 814:1,0456[A ]| Her loose neglected Hair disorder'd grows; 814:1,0457[A ]| Which undesign'd her Fingers discompose; 814:1,0458[A ]| Still out of Humour, and deprav'd in Sense, 814:1,0459[A ]| And Contradictive as Impertinence; 814:1,0460[A ]| Distrustful as false States-men, and as nice 814:1,0461[A ]| In Plots, Intrigues, Intelligence and Spies. 814:1,0462[A ]| To her we did our Duty pay, but she 814:1,0463[A ]| Made no returns to our Civility. 814:1,0464[A ]| Thence to my Bed; where rest in vain I sought, 814:1,0465[A ]| For pratling LOVE still entertain'd my thought, 814:1,0466[A ]| And to my Mind, a thousand Fancies brought: 814:1,0467[A ]| \Aminta's\ Charms and Pow'rful Attractions, 814:1,0468[A ]| From whence I grew to make these soft Reflections. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0469[A ]| What differing Passions from what once I felt, 814:1,0470[A ]| My yielding Heart do melt, 814:1,0471[A ]| And all my Blood as in a Feaver burns, 814:1,0472[A ]| Yet shivering Cold by turns. 814:1,0473[A ]| What new variety of hopes and fears? 814:1,0474[A ]| What suddain fits of Smiles and Tears? 814:1,0475[A ]| Hope! Why dost thou sometimes my Soul imploy 814:1,0476[A ]| With Prospects of approaching Joy? 814:1,0477[A ]| Why dost thou make me pleas'd and vain, 814:1,0478[A ]| And quite forget last minutes pain? 814:1,0479[A ]| What Sleep wou'd calm, Aminta keeps awake; 814:1,0480[A ]| And I all Night soft Vows and Wishes make. 814:1,0481[A ]| When to the Gods I would my Prayers address, 814:1,0482[A ]| And sue to be forgiven, 814:1,0483[A ]| Aminta's name, I still express, 814:1,0484[A ]| And Love is all that I confess, 814:1,0485[A ]| Love and Aminta! Ever out Rival Heaven! 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0486[A ]| Books give me no content at all; 814:1,0487[A ]| Unless soft Cowly entertain my Mind, 814:1,0488[A ]| Then every pair in Love I find; 814:1,0489[A ]| Lysander him, Aminta her, I call: 814:1,0490[A ]| Till the bewitching Fewel raise the fire; 814:1,0491[A ]| Which was design'd but to divert, 814:1,0492[A ]| Then to cool Shades I ragingly retire, 814:1,0493[A ]| To ease my hopeless panting Heart, 814:1,0494[A ]| Yet thereto every thing begets desire. 814:1,0495[A ]| Each flowry Bed, and every loanly Grove, 814:1,0496[A ]| Inspires new Wishes, new impatient Love. 814:1,0497[A ]| Thus all the Night in vain I sought repose, 814:1,0498[A ]| And early with the Sun next day, I rose; 814:1,0499[A ]| Still more impatient grew my new desires, 814:1,0500[A ]| To see again the Author of my Fires, 814:1,0501[A ]| \Love\ leads me forth, to little CARES we pass, 814:1,0502[A ]| Where \Love\ instructed me \Aminta\ was; 814:1,0503[A ]| Far from \Inquietude\ this Village stands, 814:1,0504[A ]| And for its Beauty all the rest commands; 814:1,0505[A ]| In all the \Isle of Love\, not one appears, 814:1,0506[A ]| So ravishingly Gay as \Little Cares\. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0507[A ]| Thither all the Amorous Youth repair, 814:1,0508[A ]| To see the Objects of their Vows; 814:1,0509[A ]| No Jealousies approach' em there; 814:1,0510[A ]| They Banish Dulness and Despair; 814:1,0511[A ]| And only Gayety and Mirth allow. 814:1,0512[A ]| The Houses cover'd o're with flow'rs appear, 814:1,0513[A ]| Like fragrant Arbours all the year, 814:1,0514[A ]| Where all the dear, the live-long day, 814:1,0515[A ]| In Musick, Songs, and Balls is past away: 814:1,0516[A ]| All things are form'd for pleasure and delight, 814:1,0517[A ]| Which finish not but with the Light; 814:1,0518[A ]| But when the Sun returns again, 814:1,0519[A ]| They hold with that bright God an equal Reign. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0520[A ]| There no Reproaches dwell; that Vice 814:1,0521[A ]| Is banisht with the Coy and Nice. 814:1,0522[A ]| The froward there learn Complyance; 814:1,0523[A ]| There the Dull Wise his Gravity forsakes, 814:1,0524[A ]| The Old dispose themselves to Dance, 814:1,0525[A ]| And Melancholy wakens from his Trance, 814:1,0526[A ]| And against Nature sprightly Humour takes. 814:1,0527[A ]| The formal States-man does his Int'rest quit, 814:1,0528[A ]| And learns the talk of Love and Wit; 814:1,0529[A ]| There the Philosopher speaks Sense, 814:1,0530[A ]| Such as his Mistress Eyes inspire; 814:1,0531[A ]| Forgets his learned Eloquence, 814:1,0532[A ]| Nor now compares his Flame to his own Chimick fire. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0533[A ]| The Miser there opens his Golden heaps, 814:1,0534[A ]| And at Love's Altar, offers the rich Prize; 814:1,0535[A ]| His needless fears of want does now despise, 814:1,0536[A ]| And as a lavish Heir, he Treats and Reaps 814:1,0537[A ]| The Blessings that attend his grateful Sacrifice. 814:1,0538[A ]| Even the Fluttering Coxcomb there 814:1,0539[A ]| Does less ridiculous appear: 814:1,0540[A ]| For in the Crowd some one unlucky Face, 814:1,0541[A ]| With some particular Grimmas, 814:1,0542[A ]| Has the ill fate his Heart to gain, 814:1,0543[A ]| Which gives him just the Sense to know his pain; 814:1,0544[A ]| Whence he becomes less talkative and vain. 814:1,0545[A ]| There 'tis the Muses dwell! that sacred Nine, 814:1,0546[A ]| Who teach the inlarged Soul to prove, 814:1,0547[A ]| No Arts or Sciences Divine, 814:1,0548[A ]| But those inspir'd by Them and Love! 814:1,0549[A ]| Gay Conversation, Feast, and Masquerades, 814:1,0550[A ]| Agreeable Cabals, and Serinades; 814:1,0551[A ]| Eternal Musick, Gladness, Smiles and Sport, 814:1,0552[A ]| Make all the bus'ness of this Little Court. 814:1,0553[A ]| At my approach new Fires my Bosom warm; 814:1,0554[A ]| New vigor I receive from every Charm: 814:1,0555[A ]| I found invention with my Love increase; 814:1,0556[A ]| And both instruct me with new Arts to please; 814:1,0557[A ]| New Gallantrys I sought to entertain, 814:1,0558[A ]| And had the Joy to find 'em not in vain; 814:1,0559[A ]| All the Extravagance of Youth I show, 814:1,0560[A ]| And pay'd to Age the Dotage I shall owe; 814:1,0561[A ]| All a beginning Passion can conceive, 814:1,0562[A ]| What beauty Merits, or fond Love can give. 814:1,0563[A ]| With dilligence I wait \Aminta's\ look, 814:1,0564[A ]| And her decrees from Frowns or Smiles I took, 814:1,0565[A ]| To my new fixt resolves, no stop I found, 814:1,0566[A ]| My Flame was uncontroul'd and knew no bound; 814:1,0567[A ]| Unlimited Expences every day 814:1,0568[A ]| On what I thought she lik'd, I threw away: 814:1,0569[A ]| My Coaches, and my Livery's, rich and new, 814:1,0570[A ]| In all this Court, none made a better show. 814:1,0571[A ]| \Aminta\ here was unconfin'd and free, 814:1,0572[A ]| And all a well-born Maid cou'd render me 814:1,0573[A ]| She gave: My early Visits does allow, 814:1,0574[A ]| And more ingagingly receives me now, 814:1,0575[A ]| Her still increasing Charms, Her soft Address, 814:1,0576[A ]| A Partial Lover cannot well Express, 814:1,0577[A ]| Her Beautys with my flame each hour increase. 814:1,0578[A ]| Twas here my Soul more true content receiv'd, 814:1,0579[A ]| Then all the Duller hours of Life I'd liv'd, 814:1,0580[A ]| ~~ But with the envying Night I still repair 814:1,0581[A ]| To \Inquietude\; none lodge at little \Care\. 814:1,0582[A ]| The hasty Minutes summon me away, 814:1,0583[A ]| While parting pains surmount past hours of Joy, 814:1,0584[A ]| And Nights large Reckoning over-pays the day. 814:1,0585[A ]| The GOD of \Sleep\ his wonted Aid denys; 814:1,0586[A ]| Lends no repose, or to my Heart or Eyes: 814:1,0587[A ]| Onely one hour of Rest, the breaking Morning brought, 814:1,0588[A ]| In which this happy Dream Assail'd my Thought, 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0589[A ]| All Trembling in my Arms Aminta lay, 814:1,0590[A ]| Defending of the Bliss, I strove to take; 814:1,0591[A ]| Raising my Rapture by her kind delay, 814:1,0592[A ]| Her force so charming was and weak. 814:1,0593[A ]| The soft resistance did betray the Grant, 814:1,0594[A ]| While I prest on the Heaven of my desires; 814:1,0595[A ]| Her rising Breasts with nimbler Motions Pant; 814:1,0596[A ]| Her dying Eyes assume new Fires. 814:1,0597[A ]| Now to the height of languishment she grows, 814:1,0598[A ]| And still her looks new Charms put on; 814:1,0599[A ]| ~~ Now the last Mystery of Love she knows, 814:1,0600[A ]| We sigh, and Kiss: I wak'd, and all was done. 814:1,0601[A ]| Twas but a Dream, yet by my Heart I knew, 814:1,0602[A ]| Which still was Panting, part of it was true: 814:1,0603[A ]| Oh how I strove the rest to have believ'd; 814:1,0604[A ]| Asham'd and Angry to be undeceiv'd! 814:1,0605[A ]| But now LOVE calls me forth; and scarce allows 814:1,0606[A ]| A Moment to the Gods to pay my Vows: 814:1,0607[A ]| He all Devotion has in dis-esteem, 814:1,0608[A ]| But that which we too fondly render him: 814:1,0609[A ]| LOVE drest me for the day; and both repair, 814:1,0610[A ]| With an impatient hast to \Little Care\; 814:1,0611[A ]| Where many days m' advantage I pursu'd, 814:1,0612[A ]| But Night returns me to \Inquietude\; 814:1,0613[A ]| There suffer'd all that absent Lovers griev'd, 814:1,0614[A ]| And only knew by what I felt I liv'd; 814:1,0615[A ]| A thousand little Fears afflict my Heart, 814:1,0616[A ]| And all its former order quite subvert; 814:1,0617[A ]| The Beauty's which all day my hope imploy'd, 814:1,0618[A ]| Seem now too excellent to be enjoy'd. 814:1,0619[A ]| I number all my RIVALS over now, 814:1,0620[A ]| Then Raving Mad with Jealousie I grow, 814:1,0621[A ]| Which does my Flame to that vast height increase; 814:1,0622[A ]| That here I found, I lov'd to an Excess: 814:1,0623[A ]| These wild Distractions every Night increase, 814:1,0624[A ]| But day still reconciles me into Peace; 814:1,0625[A ]| And I forget amidst their soft Delights, 814:1,0626[A ]| The un-imagin'd torment of the Nights. 814:1,0627[A ]| 'Twas thus a while I liv'd at little \Care\, 814:1,0628[A ]| Without advance of Favour or of fear, 814:1,0629[A ]| When fair \Aminta\ from that Court departs, 814:1,0630[A ]| And all her Lovers leave with broken Hearts, 814:1,0631[A ]| On me alone she does the Grace confer, 814:1,0632[A ]| In a Permission I shou'd wait on her. 814:1,0633[A ]| Oh with what eager Joy I did obey! 814:1,0634[A ]| Joy, which for fear it shou'd my Flame betray, 814:1,0635[A ]| I Veil'd with Complisance; which Lovers Eyes 814:1,0636[A ]| Might find transported through the feign'd disguise; 814:1,0637[A ]| But hers were unconcern'd; or wou'd not see, 814:1,0638[A ]| The Trophies of their new gain'd Victory: 814:1,0639[A ]| \Aminta\ now to \Good Reception\ goes; 814:1,0640[A ]| A place which more of Entertainment shows 814:1,0641[A ]| Then State or Greatness; where th' Inhabitants, 814:1,0642[A ]| Are Civil to the height of Complisance; 814:1,0643[A ]| They Treat all Persons with a chearful Grace, 814:1,0644[A ]| And show 'em all the pleasures of the Place; 814:1,0645[A ]| By whose Example bright \Aminta\ too, 814:1,0646[A ]| Confirm'd her self, and more obliging grew. 814:1,0647[A ]| Her Smiles and Air more Gracious now appear; 814:1,0648[A ]| And her victorious Eyes more sweetness wear: 814:1,0649[A ]| The wonderous Majesty that drest her Brow, 814:1,0650[A ]| Becomes less Awful, but more Charming now: 814:1,0651[A ]| Her Pride abating does my Courage warm, 814:1,0652[A ]| And promises success from every Charm. 814:1,0653[A ]| She now permits my Eyes, with timorous Fears, 814:1,0654[A ]| To tell her of the Wounds she' as made by hers, 814:1,0655[A ]| Againt her Will my Sighs she does approve, 814:1,0656[A ]| And seems well pleas'd to think they come from Love. 814:1,0657[A ]| Nothing oppos'd it self to my delight, 814:1,0658[A ]| But absence from \Aminta\ every Night. 814:1,0659[A ]| But LOVE, who recompences when he please, 814:1,0660[A ]| And has for every Cruelty an ease; 814:1,0661[A ]| Who like to bounteous Heaven, assigns a share 814:1,0662[A ]| Of future Bliss to those that suffer here: 814:1,0663[A ]| Led me to HOPE! A City fair and large, 814:1,0664[A ]| Built with much Beauty, and Adorn'd with Charge. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0665[A ]| 'Tis wonderous Populous from the excess, 814:1,0666[A ]| Of Persons from all parts that thither press: 814:1,0667[A ]| One side of this magnifick City stands, 814:1,0668[A ]| On a foundation of unfaithful Sands; 814:1,0669[A ]| Which oftentimes the glorious Load destroys, 814:1,0670[A ]| Which long designing was with Pomp and Noise; 814:1,0671[A ]| The other Parts well founded neat and strong, 814:1,0672[A ]| Less Beautiful, less Business, and less Throng. 814:1,0673[A ]| 'Tis built upon a Rivers Bank, whos' clear 814:1,0674[A ]| And Murmuring Glide, delights the Eye and Ear. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0675[A ]| This River's call'd Pretension; and its source 814:1,0676[A ]| T' a bordering Mountain owes, from whence with force, 814:1,0677[A ]| It spreads into the Arms of that calm space, 814:1,0678[A ]| Where the proud City dayly sees her face; 814:1,0679[A ]| 'Tis treacherously smooth and falsly fair, 814:1,0680[A ]| Inviting, but undoing to come near; 814:1,0681[A ]| 'Gainst which the Houses there find no defence, 814:1,0682[A ]| But suffer undermining Violence; 814:1,0683[A ]| Who while they stand, no Palaces do seem, 814:1,0684[A ]| In all their Glorious Pomp to equal them. 814:1,0685[A ]| This River's Famous for the fatal Wrecks, 814:1,0686[A ]| Of Persons most Illustrious of both Sex, 814:1,0687[A ]| Who to her Bosom with soft Whispers drew, 814:1,0688[A ]| Then basely smil'd to see their Ruin too. 814:1,0689[A ]| 'Tis there so many Monarchs perisht have, 814:1,0690[A ]| And seeking Fame alone have found a Grave. 814:1,0691[A ]| 'Twas thither I was tempted too, and LOVE 814:1,0692[A ]| Maliciously wou'd needs my conduct prove; 814:1,0693[A ]| Which Passion now to such a pass had brought, 814:1,0694[A ]| It gave admittance to the weakest thought, 814:1,0695[A ]| And with a full carreer to this false Bay 814:1,0696[A ]| I ran. But met \Precaution\ in my way. 814:1,0697[A ]| With whom \Respect\ was, who thus gravely said, 814:1,0698@w | Pretension \is a River you must Dread:\ 814:1,0699@w | \Fond Youth decline thy fatal Resolution,\ 814:1,0700@w | \Here unavoidably thou meets Confusion;\ 814:1,0701@w | \Thou fly'st with too much hast to certain Fate,\ 814:1,0702@w | \Follow my counsel, and be Fortunate.\ 814:1,0703[A ]| Asham'd, all Blushing I decline my Eyes, 814:1,0704[A ]| Yet Bow'd and Thank'd \Respect\ for his advice. 814:1,0705[A ]| From the bewitching River straight I hy'd, 814:1,0706[A ]| And hurried to the Cities farthest side. 814:1,0707[A ]| Where lives the Mighty \Princess Hope\? to whom 814:1,0708[A ]| The whole Isle as their ORACLE do come; 814:1,0709[A ]| Tho' little Truth remains in what she says, 814:1,0710[A ]| Yet all adore her Voice, and her Wise Conduct praise. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0711[A ]| She blows the Youthful Lovers flame, 814:1,0712[A ]| And promises a sure repose; 814:1,0713[A ]| Whilst with a Treason void of shame, 814:1,0714[A ]| His fancy'd Happinesse o're-throws. 814:1,0715[A ]| Her Language is all soft and fair, 814:1,0716[A ]| But her hid Sense is naught but Air, 814:1,0717[A ]| And can no solid reason bear; 814:1,0718[A ]| As often as she speaks, 814:1,0719[A ]| Her faithless Word she breaks; 814:1,0720[A ]| Great in Pretension, in Performance small, 814:1,0721[A ]| And when she Swears 'tis Perjury all. 814:1,0722[A ]| Her Promises like those of Princes are, 814:1,0723[A ]| Made in Necessity and War, 814:1,0724[A ]| Cancell'd without remorse, at ease, 814:1,0725[A ]| In the voluptuous time of Peace. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0726[A ]| These are her qualities; but yet 814:1,0727[A ]| She has a Person full of Charms, 814:1,0728[A ]| Her smiles are able to beget 814:1,0729[A ]| Forgiveness for her other harms; 814:1,0730[A ]| She's most divinely shap'd, her Eyes are sweet, 814:1,0731[A ]| And every Glance to please she does employ, 814:1,0732[A ]| With such address, she does all persons treat, 814:1,0733[A ]| As none are weary of her flattery, 814:1,0734[A ]| She still consoles the most afflicted Hearts, 814:1,0735[A ]| And makes the Proud vain of his fancy'd Arts. 814:1,0736[A ]| Amongst the rest of those who dayly came, 814:1,0737[A ]| T' admire this \Princess\, and oblige their flame, 814:1,0738[A ]| (Conducted thither by a false report, 814:1,0739[A ]| That Happiness resided in her Court) 814:1,0740[A ]| Two young successless Lovers did resort: 814:1,0741[A ]| One, so above his Aim had made pretence, 814:1,0742[A ]| That even to Hope, for him, was Impudence; 814:1,0743[A ]| Yet he 'gainst Reasons Arguments makes War, 814:1,0744[A ]| And vainly Swore, his Love did merit her. 814:1,0745[A ]| Boldly Attempted, daringly Addrest, 814:1,0746[A ]| And with unblushing Confidence his flame confest. 814:1,0747[A ]| The other was a Bashful Youth, who made 814:1,0748[A ]| His Passion his \Devotion\, not his \Trade\; 814:1,0749[A ]| No fond opiniater, who a price, 814:1,0750[A ]| Sets on his Titles, Equipage, or Eyes, 814:1,0751[A ]| But one that had a thousand Charms in store, 814:1,0752[A ]| Yet did not understand his \Conquering\ Pow'r: 814:1,0753[A ]| This \Princess\ with a kind Address receives 814:1,0754[A ]| These Strangers; and to both new Courage gives. 814:1,0755[A ]| She animates the haughty to go on! 814:1,0756[A ]| Says ~~ 814:1,0756@v | \A Town long besieg'd must needs be won.\ 814:1,0757@v | \Time and Respect remove all obstacles,\ 814:1,0758@v | \And obstinate Love, arrives at Miracles.\ 814:1,0759@v | \Were she the Heir to an illustrious Crown,\ 814:1,0760@v | \Those Charms, that haughty meen, that fam'd renown,\ 814:1,0761@v | \That wond'rous skill you do in Verse profess,\ 814:1,0762@v | \That great disdain of common Mistresses;\ 814:1,0763@v | \Can when you please with aid of Billet Deux,\ 814:1,0764@v | \The Royal Virgin to your Arms subdue,\ 814:1,0765@v | \One skill'd in all the Acts to please the fair,\ 814:1,0766@v | \Shou'd be above the Sense of dull despair:\ 814:1,0767@v | \Go on young noble Warrier then go on,\ 814:1,0768@v | \Though all the fair are by that Love undone.\ 814:1,0769[A ]| Then turning to the other: 814:1,0769@v | \Sir,\ 814:1,0769[A ]| said she, 814:1,0770@v | \Were the bright Beauty you adore like me,\ 814:1,0771@v | \Your silent awful Passion more wou'd move,\ 814:1,0772@v | \Than all the bold and forward Arts of Love.\ 814:1,0773@v | \A Heart the softest composition forms,\ 814:1,0774@v | \And sooner yields by treaty, then by storms;\ 814:1,0775@v | \A Look, a Sigh, a Tear, is understood,\ 814:1,0776@v | \And makes more warm dis-orders in the Blood,\ 814:1,0777@v | \Has more ingaging tender Eloquence,\ 814:1,0778@v | \Then all the industry of Artful Sense,\ 814:1,0779@v | \So falling drops with their soft force alone,\ 814:1,0780@v | \Insinuate kind impressions in obdurate stone.\ 814:1,0781[A ]| But that which most my pity did imploy, 814:1,0782[A ]| Was a young Hero, full of Smiles and Joy. 814:1,0783[A ]| A noble Youth to whom indulgent Heaven, 814:1,0784[A ]| Had more of Glory then of Virtue given; 814:1,0785[A ]| Conducted thither by a Politick throng, 814:1,0786[A ]| The Rabble Shouting as he passed along, 814:1,0787[A ]| Whilst he, vain with the beastly Din they make, 814:1,0788[A ]| (Which were the same, if Bears were going to stake) 814:1,0789[A ]| Addresses to this faithless Flatterer; 814:1,0790[A ]| Who in return, calls him, \young God of War!\ 814:1,0791[A ]| The \Cities Champion!\ and his \Countries Hope\, 814:1,0792[A ]| \The Peoples Darling,\ and \Religious Prop\. 814:1,0793[A ]| \Scepters\ and \Crowns\ does to his view expose; 814:1,0794[A ]| And all the Fancied pow'r of Empire shows. 814:1,0795[A ]| In vain the Vision he wou'd dis-believe, 814:1,0796[A ]| In spight of Sense she does his Soul deceive: 814:1,0797[A ]| He Credits all! nor ask's which way or how, 814:1,0798[A ]| The dazling Circle shall surround his Brow; 814:1,0799[A ]| Implicitly attends the flattering Song, 814:1,0800[A ]| Gives her his easy Faith, and is undone. 814:1,0801[A ]| For with one turn of State the Frenzy's heal'd, 814:1,0802[A ]| The Blind recover and the Cheats reveal'd. 814:1,0803[A ]| Whilst all his \Charms\ of \Youth\ and \Beauty\ lies, 814:1,0804[A ]| The kind reproach of pitying Enemies. 814:1,0805[A ]| To me she said, and smiling as she spoke, 814:1,0806@v | Lisander, \you with Love, have Reason took,\ 814:1,0807@v | \Continue so, and from\ Aminta's \Heart,\ 814:1,0808@v | \Expect what Love and Beauty can impart.\ 814:1,0809[A ]| I knew she flatter'd yet I cou'd not choose 814:1,0810[A ]| But please my Self, and credit the Abuse; 814:1,0811[A ]| Her charming Words that Night repos'd me more, 814:1,0812[A ]| Then all the grateful Dreams I'd had before. 814:1,0813[A ]| Next day I rose, and early with the Sun; 814:1,0814[A ]| Love guided me to \Declaration\, 814:1,0815[A ]| A pleasant City built with Artful Care, 814:1,0816[A ]| To which the Lovers of the Isle repair. 814:1,0817[A ]| In our pursuit \Respect\ dissatisfy'd, 814:1,0818[A ]| Did the unreasonable Adventure chide; 814:1,0819@w | Return unheedy Youth 814:1,0819[A ]| cry'd he, 814:1,0819@w | return! 814:1,0820@w | Let my advice th' approaching danger warn: 814:1,0821@w | Renounce thy Purpose and thy haste decline, 814:1,0822@w | Or thou wilt ruine all Loves great design; 814:1,0823[A ]| Amaz'd I stood, and unresolv'd t' obey, 814:1,0824[A ]| Cou'd not return, durst not pursue my way; 814:1,0825[A ]| Whilst LOVE who thought himself concern'd as Guide, 814:1,0826[A ]| I'th' Criminal Adventure. Thus reply'd: 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0827@v | Must we eternal Martyrdom pursue? 814:1,0828@v | Must we still Love, and always suffer too? 814:1,0829@v | Must we continue still to dye, 814:1,0830@v | And ne'r declare the cruel Cause; 814:1,0831@v | Whilst the fair Murdress asks not why, 814:1,0832@v | But triumphs in her rigorous Laws; 814:1,0833@v | And grows more mighty in disdain, 814:1,0834@v | More Peevish, Humorous, Proud and Vain, 814:1,0835@v | The more we languish by our Pain? 814:1,0836@v | And when we Vow, Implore, and Pray, 814:1,0837@v | Shall the Inhumane cruel fair, 814:1,0838@v | Only with nice disdain the sufferer pay? 814:1,0839@v | Consult her Pride alone in the affair, 814:1,0840@v | And coldly cry ~~ In time perhaps I may ~~ 814:1,0841@v | Consider and redress the Youth's despair; 814:1,0842@v | And when she wou'd a Period put to's Fate, 814:1,0843@v | Alas, her cruel Mercy comes too late! 814:1,0844[A ]| But wise \Respect\ obligingly reply'd, 814:1,0845@w | Amintas \Cruelty you need not dread,\ 814:1,0846@w | \Your Passion by your Eyes will soon be known,\ 814:1,0847@w | \Without this hast to Declaration;\ 814:1,0848@w | \'Tis I will guide you where you still shall find,\ 814:1,0849@w | Aminta \in her best Humour and most kind.\ 814:1,0850[A ]| Strong were his Arguments; his Reasonings prove 814:1,0851[A ]| Too pow'rful for the angry God of \Love\. 814:1,0852[A ]| Who by degrees t' his native softness came, 814:1,0853[A ]| Yields to \Respect\ and owns his haste a blame. 814:1,0854[A ]| Both vow obedience to his judging Wit, 814:1,0855[A ]| And to his graver Conduct both submit, 814:1,0856[A ]| Who now invites us to a Reverend place, 814:1,0857[A ]| An ancient Town, whose Governor he was. 814:1,0858[A ]| Impregnable, with Bastions fortify'd, 814:1,0859[A ]| Guarded with fair built Walls on every side, 814:1,0860[A ]| The top of which the Eye cou'd scarce discern, 814:1,0861[A ]| So strong as well secur'd the Rich concern; 814:1,0862[A ]| \Silence\ with \Modesty\ and \Secresy\, 814:1,0863[A ]| Have all committed to their Custody. 814:1,0864[A ]| \Silence\ to every 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0864[A ]| ask'd replies 814:1,0865[A ]| With apt Grimasses of the Face and Eyes; 814:1,0866[A ]| Her Finger on her Mouth, and as you've seen, 814:1,0867[A ]| Her picture, Handsom, with fantastick mean, 814:1,0868[A ]| Her every Motion her Commands express, 814:1,0869[A ]| But seldom any the hid Soul confess. 814:1,0870[A ]| The \Virgin Modesty\ is wond'rous fair, 814:1,0871[A ]| A bashful Motion, and a blushing Air; 814:1,0872[A ]| With un-assur'd regard her Eyes do move, 814:1,0873[A ]| Untaught by affectation or Self-love; 814:1,0874[A ]| Her Robes not gaudy were, nor loosely ty'd, 814:1,0875[A ]| But even concealing more then need be hid. 814:1,0876[A ]| For \Secresie\, one rarely sees her Face, 814:1,0877[A ]| Whose lone Apartment is some Dark recess; 814:1,0878[A ]| From whence unless some great affairs oblige, 814:1,0879[A ]| She finds it difficult to dis-ingage; 814:1,0880[A ]| Her voice is low, but subtilly quick her Ears, 814:1,0881[A ]| And answers still by signs to what she hears; 814:1,0882[A ]| ~~ Led by \Respect\ we did an entrance get, 814:1,0883[A ]| Not saying any thing, who ere we met. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0884[A ]| The Houses there, retir'd in Gardens are, 814:1,0885[A ]| And all is done with little noise, 814:1,0886[A ]| One seldom sees Assemblies there, 814:1,0887[A ]| Or publick shows for Grief or Joys. 814:1,0888[A ]| One rarely walks but in the Night, 814:1,0889[A ]| And most endeavour to avoid the Light. 814:1,0890[A ]| There the whole World their bus'nesss carry, 814:1,0891[A ]| Without or confident, or Secretary: 814:1,0892[A ]| One still is under great constraint, 814:1,0893[A ]| Must always suffer, but ne'r make complaint, 814:1,0894[A ]| 'Tis there the dumb and silent languishes, 814:1,0895[A ]| Are predic'd, which so well explain the Heart: 814:1,0896[A ]| Which without speaking can so much express, 814:1,0897[A ]| And secrets to the Soul the nearest way impart; 814:1,0898[A ]| Language which prettily perswades belief; 814:1,0899[A ]| Who's silent Eloquence obliges Joy or Grief. 814:1,0900[A ]| This City's called \Discretion\, being the name 814:1,0901[A ]| Of her that is Lieutenant of the same, 814:1,0902[A ]| And Sister to \Respect\; a Lady who 814:1,0903[A ]| Seldom obtains a Conquest at first view; 814:1,0904[A ]| But in repeated Visits one shall find, 814:1,0905[A ]| Sufficient Charms of Beauty and of Mind: 814:1,0906[A ]| Her vigorous piercing Eyes can when they please, 814:1,0907[A ]| Make themselves lov'd, and understood with Ease. 814:1,0908[A ]| Not too severe, but yet reserv'd and wise. 814:1,0909[A ]| And her Address is full of subtilties; 814:1,0910[A ]| Which upon all occasions serves her turn; 814:1,0911[A ]| T' express her Kindness, and to hide her scorn; 814:1,0912[A ]| Dissimulations Arts, she useful holds, 814:1,0913[A ]| And in good manners sets 'em down for rules. 814:1,0914[A ]| Twas here \Aminta\ liv'd, and here I paid 814:1,0915[A ]| My constant visits to the lovely Maid. 814:1,0916[A ]| With mighty force upon my Soul I strove, 814:1,0917[A ]| To hide the Sent'ments of my raging Love. 814:1,0918[A ]| All that I spoke did but indifferent seem, 814:1,0919[A ]| Or went no higher than a great esteem. 814:1,0920[A ]| But 'twas not long my Passion I conceal'd, 814:1,0921[A ]| My flame in spight of me, it self reveal'd. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0922[A ]| And tho' I do not speak, alas, 814:1,0923[A ]| My Eyes, and Sighs too much do say! 814:1,0924[A ]| And pale and languishing my Face, 814:1,0925[A ]| The torments of my Soul betray; 814:1,0926[A ]| They the sad story do unfold, 814:1,0927[A ]| Love cannot his own secrets hold; 814:1,0928[A ]| And though Fear ty's my Tongue; Respect my Eyes, 814:1,0929[A ]| Yet something will disclose the pain; 814:1,0930[A ]| Which breaking out throw's all disguise; 814:1,0931[A ]| Reproaches her with Cruelties; 814:1,0932[A ]| Which she augments by new disdain; 814:1,0933[A ]| ~~ Where e're she be, I still am there; 814:1,0934[A ]| What-ere she do, I that prefer; 814:1,0935[A ]| In spight of all my strength, at her approach, 814:1,0936[A ]| I tremble with a sight or touch; 814:1,0937[A ]| Paleness or blushes does my Face surprize, 814:1,0938[A ]| If mine by chance meet her encountering Eyes; 814:1,0939[A ]| Twas thus she learn'd my Weakness, and her Pow'r; 814:1,0940[A ]| And knew too well she was my Conqueror. 814:1,0941[A ]| And now ~~ 814:1,0942[A ]| Her Eyes no more their wonted Smiles afford, 814:1,0943[A ]| But grew more fierce, the more they were ador'd; 814:1,0944[A ]| The marks of her esteem which heretofore 814:1,0945[A ]| Rais'd my aspiring flame, oblige no more; 814:1,0946[A ]| She calls up all her Pride to her defence; 814:1,0947[A ]| And as a Crime condemns my just pretence; 814:1,0948[A ]| Me from her presence does in Fury chase; 814:1,0949[A ]| No supplications can my doom reverse; 814:1,0950[A ]| And vainly certain of her Victory, 814:1,0951[A ]| Retir'd into the \Den\ of \Cruelty\. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0952[A ]| A Den where Tygers make the passage good, 814:1,0953[A ]| And all attempting Lovers make their Food; 814:1,0954[A ]| I'th' hollow of a mighty Rock 'tis plac'd, 814:1,0955[A ]| Which by the angry Sea is still imbrac'd: 814:1,0956[A ]| Whose frightful surface constant Tempest wears, 814:1,0957[A ]| Which strikes the bold Adventurers with Fears. 814:1,0958[A ]| The Elements their rudest Winds send out, 814:1,0959[A ]| Which blow continual coldness round about. 814:1,0960[A ]| Upon the Rock eternal 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0960[A ]| dwells, 814:1,0961[A ]| Which weeps away in dropping Isicles; 814:1,0962[A ]| The barren hardness meets no fruitful Ray, 814:1,0963[A ]| Nor bears it Issue to the God of day; 814:1,0964[A ]| All bleek and cale, th' unshady prospect lies, 814:1,0965[A ]| And nothing grateful meets the melancholy Eyes. 814:1,0966[A ]| To this dire place \Aminta\ goes, whilst I, 814:1,0967[A ]| Begg'd her with Prayers and Tears to pass it by; 814:1,0968[A ]| All dying on the Ground my self I cast, 814:1,0969[A ]| And with my Arms her flying Feed imbrac'd; 814:1,0970[A ]| But she from the kind force with Fury flung, 814:1,0971[A ]| And on an old deformed Woman hung. 814:1,0972[A ]| A Woman frightful, with a horrid Frown, 814:1,0973[A ]| And o're her angry Eyes, her Brows hung down: 814:1,0974[A ]| One single Look of hers, fails not t' impart, 814:1,0975[A ]| A terror and despair to every Heart: 814:1,0976[A ]| She fills the Universe with discontents, 814:1,0977[A ]| And Torments for poor Lovers still invents. 814:1,0978[A ]| This is the mighty \Tyrant Cruelty\, 814:1,0979[A ]| Who with the \God\ of \Love\ is still at enmity; 814:1,0980[A ]| She keeps a glorious Train, and glorious Court, 814:1,0981[A ]| And thither Youth and Beauty still resort: 814:1,0982[A ]| But oh my Soul form'd for Loves softer Sport, 814:1,0983[A ]| Cou'd not endure the \Rigor\ of her Court! 814:1,0984[A ]| Which her first rude Address did so affright, 814:1,0985[A ]| That I all Trembling hasted from her Sight, 814:1,0986[A ]| Leaving the unconcern'd and cruel Maid, 814:1,0987[A ]| And on a Rivers Bank my self all fainting laid; 814:1,0988[A ]| Which River from the obdurate Rock proceeds, 814:1,0989[A ]| And cast's it self i'th' Melancholy Meads. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0990[A ]| Its Torrent has no other source, 814:1,0991[A ]| But Tears from dying Lovers Eyes; 814:1,0992[A ]| Which mixt with Sighs precipitates its course; 814:1,0993[A ]| Softning the sensless Rocks in gliding by; 814:1,0994[A ]| Whose doleful Murmurs have such Eloquence; 814:1,0995[A ]| That even the neighbouring Trees and flow'rs have pitying sense; 814:1,0996[A ]| And Cruelty alone knows in what sort, 814:1,0997[A ]| Against the moving sound to make defence, 814:1,0998[A ]| Who laughs at all despair and Death as sport. 814:1,0999[A ]| A dismal Wood the Rivers Banks do bear, 814:1,1000[A ]| Securing even the day from entering there; 814:1,1001[A ]| The Suns bright Rays a passage cannot find, 814:1,1002[A ]| Whose Boughs make constant War against the Wind; 814:1,1003[A ]| Yet through their Leaves glimmers a sullen Light; 814:1,1004[A ]| Which renders all below more terrible than Night, 814:1,1005[A ]| And shows upon the Bark of every Tree, 814:1,1006[A ]| Sad stories carv'd of Love and Cruelty; 814:1,1007[A ]| The Grove is fill'd with Sighs, with Crys, and Groans, 814:1,1008[A ]| Reproaches and Complaints in dying Moans; 814:1,1009[A ]| The Neighbouring Eccho's nothing do repeat, 814:1,1010[A ]| But what the Soul sends forth with sad regret; 814:1,1011[A ]| And all things there no other Murmurs make, 814:1,1012[A ]| But what from Language full of death they take, 814:1,1013[A ]| 'Twas in this place dispairing ere to free 814:1,1014[A ]| \Aminta\ from the Arms of \Cruelty\, 814:1,1015[A ]| That I design'd to render up my Breath, 814:1,1016[A ]| And charge the cruel Charmer with my Death. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1017[A ]| Now my fair Tyrant I despise your Pow'r; 814:1,1018[A ]| 'Tis Death, not you becomes my Conqueror; 814:1,1019[A ]| This easy Trophy which your scorn, 814:1,1020[A ]| Led bleeding by your Chariot-side; 814:1,1021[A ]| Your haughty Victory to adorn, 814:1,1022[A ]| Has broke the Fetters of your Pride, 814:1,1023[A ]| Death takes his quarrel now in hand, 814:1,1024[A ]| And laughs at all your Eyes can do; 814:1,1025[A ]| His pow'r thy Beauty can withstand, 814:1,1026[A ]| Not all your Smiles can the grim victor bow. 814:1,1027[A ]| He'll hold no Parley with your Wit, 814:1,1028[A ]| Nor understands your wanton play, 814:1,1029[A ]| Not all your Arts can force him to submit, 814:1,1030[A ]| Not all your Charms can teach him to obey, 814:1,1031[A ]| Your youth nor Beauty can inspire, 814:1,1032[A ]| His frozen Heart with Love's perswasive fire; 814:1,1033[A ]| Alas, you cannot warm him to one soft desire; 814:1,1034[A ]| Oh mighty Death thou art above, 814:1,1035[A ]| The pow'r of Beauty or of Love! 814:1,1036[A ]| Thus sullen with my Fate sometimes I grew, 814:1,1037[A ]| And then a fit of softness wou'd ensue, 814:1,1038[A ]| Then weep, and on my Knees implore my Fair, 814:1,1039[A ]| And speak as if \Aminta\ present were. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1040[A ]| Say my fair Charmer, must I fall, 814:1,1041[A ]| A Victim to your Cruelty? 814:1,1042[A ]| And must I suffer as a Criminal? 814:1,1043[A ]| Is it to Love offence enough to dye? 814:1,1044[A ]| Is this the recompence at last, 814:1,1045[A ]| Of all the restless hours I've past? 814:1,1046[A ]| How oft my Awe, and my Respect, 814:1,1047[A ]| Have fed your Pride and Scorn? 814:1,1048[A ]| How have I suffer'd your neglect, 814:1,1049[A ]| Too mighty to be born? 814:1,1050[A ]| How have I strove to hide that flame 814:1,1051[A ]| You seem'd to dis-approve? 814:1,1052[A ]| How careful to avoid the name 814:1,1053[A ]| Of Tenderness or Love? 814:1,1054[A ]| Least at that Word some guilty Blush shou'd own, 814:1,1055[A ]| What your bright Eyes forbad me to make known. 814:1,1056[A ]| Thus fill'd the neighbouring Eccho's with my Cry, 814:1,1057[A ]| Did nothing but reproach, complain and dye: 814:1,1058[A ]| One day ~~ 814:1,1059[A ]| All hopeless on the Rivers Brink I stood, 814:1,1060[A ]| Resolv'd to plunge into the Rapid Floud, 814:1,1061[A ]| That Floud that eases Lovers in despair, 814:1,1062[A ]| And puts an end to all their raging care: 814:1,1063[A ]| 'Tis hither those betray'd by Beauty come, 814:1,1064[A ]| And from this kinder stream receive their doom; 814:1,1065[A ]| Here Birds of Ominous presages Nest, 814:1,1066[A ]| Securing the forlorn Inhabitants from rest: 814:1,1067[A ]| Here Mid-night Owls, night-Crows, and Ravens dwell, 814:1,1068[A ]| Filling the Air with Melancholy Yell: 814:1,1069[A ]| Here swims a thousand Swans, whose doleful moan 814:1,1070[A ]| Sing dying Lovers Requiems with their own: 814:1,1071[A ]| I gaz'd around, and many Lovers view'd, 814:1,1072[A ]| Gastly and pale, who my design pursu'd; 814:1,1073[A ]| But most inspir'd by some new hope, or won 814:1,1074[A ]| To finish something they had left undone; 814:1,1075[A ]| Some grand Important bus'ness of their Love, 814:1,1076[A ]| Did from the fatal precipice remove: 814:1,1077[A ]| For me, no Reason my designs disswade, 814:1,1078[A ]| Till \Love\ all Breathless hasted to my Aid; 814:1,1079[A ]| With force m' unfixing Feet he kindly graspt, 814:1,1080[A ]| And tenderly reproacht my desperate hast, 814:1,1081[A ]| Reproach'd my Courage, and condemn'd my Wit, 814:1,1082[A ]| That meanly cou'd t' a Womans scorn submit, 814:1,1083[A ]| That cou'd to feed her Pride, and make her vain, 814:1,1084[A ]| Destroy an Age of Life, for a short date of pain: 814:1,1085[A ]| He wou'd have left me here, but that I made, 814:1,1086[A ]| So many friendships as did soon perswade, 814:1,1087[A ]| The yielding Boy, who Smil'd, resolv'd and staid, 814:1,1088[A ]| He rais'd my Head, and did again renew, 814:1,1089[A ]| His Flatteries, and all the Arts he knew: 814:1,1090[A ]| To call my Courage to its wonted place. 814:1,1091[A ]| What cry'd he ~~ (sweetly Angry) 814:1,1091@w | shall a Face 814:1,1092@w | Arm'd with the weak resistance of a Frown, 814:1,1093@w | Force us to lay our claims and Titles down? 814:1,1094@w | Shall \Cruelty\ a peevish Woman prove, 814:1,1095@w | Too strong to be overcome by Youth and Love? 814:1,1096@w | No! rally all thy Vigor, all thy Charms, 814:1,1097@w | And force her from the cruel Tyrants Arms; 814:1,1098@w | Come, once more try th' incens'd Maid to appease, 814:1,1099@w | Death's in our pow'r to grasp when ere we please; 814:1,1100[A ]| He said ~~ And I the heavenly voice attend, 814:1,1101[A ]| Whilst towards the Rock our hasty steps we bend, 814:1,1102[A ]| Before the Gates with all our forces lye, 814:1,1103[A ]| Resolv'd to Conquer, or resolv'd to dye; 814:1,1104[A ]| In vain Love all his feeble Engines rears, 814:1,1105[A ]| His soft Artillery of Sighs and Tears, 814:1,1106[A ]| Were all in vain ~~ against the Winds were sent, 814:1,1107[A ]| For she was proof 'gainst them and languishment: 814:1,1108[A ]| Repeated Vows and Prayers mov'd no Remorse, 814:1,1109[A ]| And 'twas to Death alone I had Recourse: 814:1,1110[A ]| \Love\ in my Anguish bore a mighty part, 814:1,1111[A ]| He pityed, but he cou'd not ease my Heart: 814:1,1112[A ]| A thousand several ways he had assay'd, 814:1,1113[A ]| To touch the Heart of this obdurate Maid; 814:1,1114[A ]| Rebated all his Arrow's still return, 814:1,1115[A ]| For she was fortify'd with Pride and Scorn. 814:1,1116[A ]| The useless Weapons now away he flung, 814:1,1117[A ]| Neglected lay his Ivory Bow unstrung, 814:1,1118[A ]| His gentle Azure Wings were all unprun'd, 814:1,1119[A ]| And the gay Plumes a fading Tinct assum'd; 814:1,1120[A ]| Which down his snowy sides extended lay, 814:1,1121[A ]| And now no more in wanton Motions play. 814:1,1122[A ]| He blusht to think he had not left one dart, 814:1,1123[A ]| Of force enough to wound \Aminta's\ Heart; 814:1,1124[A ]| He blusht to think she sho'd her freedom boast, 814:1,1125[A ]| Whilst mine from the first Dart he sent was lost: 814:1,1126[A ]| Thus tir'd with our Complaints; (whilst no relief, 814:1,1127[A ]| Rescu'd the fleeting soul, from killing Grief) 814:1,1128[A ]| We saw a Maid approach, who's lovely Face, 814:1,1129[A ]| Disdain'd the Beauties of the common race: 814:1,1130[A ]| Soft were her Eyes, where unfeign'd Sorrow dwelt, 814:1,1131[A ]| And on her Cheeks in pitying Show'rs they melt; 814:1,1132[A ]| Soft was her voice, and tenderly it strook, 814:1,1133[A ]| The eager listening Soul, when e're she spoke; 814:1,1134[A ]| And what did yet my Courage more augment, 814:1,1135[A ]| She wore this sadness for my languishment. 814:1,1136[A ]| \And sighing said\ 814:1,1136@v | \Ah Gods! have you\ 814:1,1137@v | \Beheld this dying Youth, and never found,\ 814:1,1138@v | \A pity for a Heart so true?\ 814:1,1139@v | \Which dyes adoring her that gave the Wound,\ 814:1,1140@v | \His Youth, his Passion, and his Constancy,\ 814:1,1141@v | \Merits ye God's a kinder Destiny.\ 814:1,1142[A ]| With pleasure I attended what she said, 814:1,1143[A ]| And wonder'd at the friendship of the Maid. 814:1,1144[A ]| Of LOVE I ask'd her name? who answer'd me, 814:1,1145[A ]| 'Twas \Pity\: enemy to \Cruelty\: 814:1,1146[A ]| Who often came endeavouring to abate, 814:1,1147[A ]| The Languishments of the unfortunate; 814:1,1148[A ]| And said, if she wou'd take my injur'd part, 814:1,1149[A ]| She soon wou'd soften fair \Aminta's\ Heart; 814:1,1150[A ]| For she knows all the subtillest Arts to move, 814:1,1151[A ]| And teach the timorous Virgin how to love. 814:1,1152[A ]| With Joy I heard, and my Address apply'd, 814:1,1153[A ]| To gain the Beauteous \Pity\ to my Side: 814:1,1154[A ]| Nothing I left untold that might perswade, 814:1,1155[A ]| The listening Virgin to afford her aid. 814:1,1156[A ]| Told her my Passions, Sorrows, Pains and Fears, 814:1,1157[A ]| And whilst I spoke, confirm'd 'em with my Tears; 814:1,1158[A ]| All which with down-cast Eyes she did attend, 814:1,1159[A ]| And blushing said, my Tale had made a Friend; 814:1,1160[A ]| I bow'd and thankt her with a chearful look, 814:1,1161[A ]| Which being return'd by hers, her leave she took: 814:1,1162[A ]| Now to \Aminta\ all in haste she hyes, 814:1,1163[A ]| Whom she assail'd with sorrow in her eyes, 814:1,1164[A ]| And a sad story of my Miseries. 814:1,1165[A ]| Which she with so much tenderness exprest, 814:1,1166[A ]| As forc'd some Sighs from the fair Charmers Breast; 814:1,1167[A ]| The subtil \Pity\ found she should prevail, 814:1,1168[A ]| And oft repeats th' insinuating Tale, 814:1,1169[A ]| And does insensibly the Maid betray, 814:1,1170[A ]| Where \Love\ and I, Panting and Trembling lay; 814:1,1171[A ]| Where she behold th' effect of her disdain, 814:1,1172[A ]| And in my languid Face she read my Pain. 814:1,1173[A ]| Down her fair Cheeks some pitying drops did glide; 814:1,1174[A ]| Which cou'd not be restrain'd by feebler Pride; 814:1,1175[A ]| Against my anguish she had no defence, 814:1,1176[A ]| Such Charms had grief, my Tears such Eloquence; 814:1,1177[A ]| My Sighs and Murmurs she began t' approve, 814:1,1178[A ]| And listen'd to the story of my LOVE. 814:1,1179[A ]| With tenderness, she did my Sufferings hear, 814:1,1180[A ]| And even my Reproaches now cou'd bear: 814:1,1181[A ]| At last my trembling Hand in hers she took, 814:1,1182[A ]| And with a charming Blush, these Words she spoke. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1183@b | Faithful Lisander, I your Vows approve, 814:1,1184@b | And can no longer hide, 814:1,1185@b | My Sense of all your suffering Love, 814:1,1186@b | With the thin Veil of Pride. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1187@b | 'Twas long in Vain that Pity did assail, 814:1,1188@b | My cold and stubborn Heart; 814:1,1189@b | Ere on th' insensible she cou'd prevail, 814:1,1190@b | To render any Part. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1191@b | To her for all the tenderness, 814:1,1192@b | Which in my Eyes you find, 814:1,1193@b | You must your gratitude express, 814:1,1194@b | 'Tis Pity only makes me kind. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1195@b | Live then Lisander, since I must confess, 814:1,1196@b | In spight of all my native modesty, 814:1,1197@b | I cannot wish that you shou'd LOVE me less, 814:1,1198@b | Live then and hope the Circling Sun may see, 814:1,1199@b | In his swift course a grateful change in me, 814:1,1200@b | And that in time your Passion may receive, 814:1,1201@b | All you dare take, and all a Maid may give. 814:1,1202[A ]| Oh \Lysidas\, I cannot here relate, 814:1,1203[A ]| The Sense of Joy she did in me create; 814:1,1204[A ]| The sudden Blessing overcame me so, 814:1,1205[A ]| It almost finisht, what Grief fail'd to do; 814:1,1206[A ]| I wanted Courage for the soft surprize, 814:1,1207[A ]| And waited re-enforcements from her Eyes: 814:1,1208[A ]| At last with Transports which I cou'd not hide, 814:1,1209[A ]| Raising my self from off the ground, I cry'd. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1210[A ]| Rejoyce! my new made happy Soul, Rejoyce! 814:1,1211[A ]| Bless the dear minute, bless the Heav'nly voice, 814:1,1212[A ]| That has revok't thy fatal doom; 814:1,1213[A ]| Rejoyce! Aminta leads thee from the Tomb. 814:1,1214[A ]| Banish the anxious thoughts of dying hours, 814:1,1215[A ]| Forget the shades and melancholy Bow'rs, 814:1,1216[A ]| Thy Eyes so oft bedew'd with falling show'rs; 814:1,1217[A ]| Banish all Thoughts that do remain, 814:1,1218[A ]| Of Sighing Days and Nights of Pain, 814:1,1219[A ]| When on neglected Beds of Moss thou'st lain: 814:1,1220[A ]| Oh happy Youth! Aminta bids thee live; 814:1,1221[A ]| Thank not the sullen God's or defer Stars, 814:1,1222[A ]| Since from her Hand thou dost the Prize receive; 814:1,1223[A ]| Hers be the Service, as the bounty hers; 814:1,1224[A ]| For all that Life must dedicated be, 814:1,1225[A ]| To the fair God-like Maid that gave it Thee. 814:1,1226[A ]| Now \Lysidas\, behold my happy State; 814:1,1227[A ]| Behold me Blest, behold me Fortunate, 814:1,1228[A ]| And from the height of languishing despair, 814:1,1229[A ]| Rais'd to the Glory of \Aminta's\ care: 814:1,1230[A ]| And this one moment of my Heaven of Joy, 814:1,1231[A ]| Did the remembrance of past Griefs destroy: 814:1,1232[A ]| And \Pity\ ceas'd not here; but with new Eloquence, 814:1,1233[A ]| Obliges the shy Maid to visit \Confidence\. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1234[A ]| A Lady lovely, with a charming Meen, 814:1,1235[A ]| Gay, frank, and open, and an Air serene; 814:1,1236[A ]| In every Look she does her Soul impart, 814:1,1237[A ]| With ease one reads the Sent'ments of her Heart; 814:1,1238[A ]| Her Humour generous, and her Language free, 814:1,1239[A ]| And all her Conversation graceful Liberty: 814:1,1240[A ]| Her Villa is youth's general Rendezvous, 814:1,1241[A ]| Where in delightful Gardens, winding Groves, 814:1,1242[A ]| The happy Lovers dwell with secresie, 814:1,1243[A ]| Un-interrupted by fond Jealousie: 814:1,1244[A ]| 'Tis there with Innocence, they do and say 814:1,1245[A ]| A thousand things, to pass the short-liv'd day: 814:1,1246[A ]| There free from censuring Spies, they entertain, 814:1,1247[A ]| And pleasures tast, un-intermixt with pain. 814:1,1248[A ]| 'Tis there we see, what most we do adore, 814:1,1249[A ]| And yet we languish to discover more. 814:1,1250[A ]| Hard fate of Lovers, who are ne'er content, 814:1,1251[A ]| In an Estate so Blest and Innocent. 814:1,1252[A ]| But still press forward, urg'd by soft desires, 814:1,1253[A ]| To Joys that oft extinguishes their Fires; 814:1,1254[A ]| In this degree I found a happiness, 814:1,1255[A ]| Which nought but wishing more cou'd render less: 814:1,1256[A ]| I saw \Aminta\ here without controul, 814:1,1257[A ]| And told her all the Secrets of my Soul; 814:1,1258[A ]| Whilst she t' express her height of Amity, 814:1,1259[A ]| Communicated all her Thoughts to me. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1260[A ]| Oh with what Pleasure did I pass away, 814:1,1261[A ]| The too swift course of the delightful day! 814:1,1262[A ]| What Joys I found in being a Slave, 814:1,1263[A ]| To every Conquering Smile she gave, 814:1,1264[A ]| Whose every sweetness wou'd inspire, 814:1,1265[A ]| The Cinick and the Fool with Love; 814:1,1266[A ]| Alas, I needed no more Fire, 814:1,1267[A ]| Who did its height already prove: 814:1,1268[A ]| Ah my Aminta! had I been content, 814:1,1269[A ]| With this degree of Ravishment, 814:1,1270[A ]| With the nee'r satisfy'd delight I took, 814:1,1271[A ]| Only to prattle Love, to sigh and look, 814:1,1272[A ]| With the dull Bartering Kiss for Kiss, 814:1,1273[A ]| And never aim'd at higher Bliss, 814:1,1274[A ]| With all the stealths forgetful Lovers make, 814:1,1275[A ]| When they their Little Covenants break: 814:1,1276[A ]| To these sad shades of Death I'd not been hurl'd, 814:1,1277[A ]| And thou mightst still have blest the drooping World; 814:1,1278[A ]| But though my Pleasure were thus vast and high, 814:1,1279[A ]| Yet Loves insatiate Luxury, 814:1,1280[A ]| Still wish'd reveal'd the unknown Mystery. 814:1,1281[A ]| But still \Love\ importun'd, nor cou'd I rest, 814:1,1282[A ]| So often, and impatiently he prest, 814:1,1283[A ]| That I the lovely Virgin wou'd invite, 814:1,1284[A ]| To the so worshipp'd \Temple of Delight\. 814:1,1285[A ]| By all the Lovers Arts I strove to move, 814:1,1286[A ]| And watch the softest Minutes of her Love, 814:1,1287[A ]| Which against all my Vows and Prayers were proof. 814:1,1288[A ]| Alas she lov'd, but did not love enough: 814:1,1289[A ]| And I cou'd no returns but Anger get, 814:1,1290[A ]| Her Heart was not intirely conquer'd yet; 814:1,1291[A ]| For liking, I mistook her Complysance, 814:1,1292[A ]| And that for Love; when 'twas her Confidence. 814:1,1293[A ]| But 'twas not long my Sighs I did imploy, 814:1,1294[A ]| Before she rais'd me to the height ofJoy. 814:1,1295[A ]| And all my Fears and Torments to remove, 814:1,1296[A ]| Yields I shall lead her to the \Court of LOVE\. 814:1,1297[A ]| Here \Lysidas\ thou thinks me sure and blest, 814:1,1298[A ]| With Recompence for all my past unrest; 814:1,1299[A ]| But 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1299[A ]| smil'd the easier to betray, 814:1,1300[A ]| She's less inconstant than a Lover's Joy: 814:1,1301[A ]| For whilst our Chariot Wheels out-stript the Wind, 814:1,1302[A ]| Leaving all thought of Mortal Cares behind. 814:1,1303[A ]| Whilst we sate gazing full of new surprize, 814:1,1304[A ]| Exchanging Souls from eithers darting Eyes, 814:1,1305[A ]| We encounter'd \One\ who seem'd of great Command, 814:1,1306[A ]| Who seiz'd the Reins with an all-pow'rful hand: 814:1,1307[A ]| Awful his looks, but rude in his Address, 814:1,1308[A ]| And his Authority roughly did express; 814:1,1309[A ]| His violent Hands he on \Aminta\ laid, 814:1,1310[A ]| And out of mine snatch'd the dear trembling Maid; 814:1,1311[A ]| So suddenly as hinder'd my defence, 814:1,1312[A ]| And she cou'd only say in parting thence. 814:1,1313@b | \Forgive\ Lisander \what by force I do,\ 814:1,1314@b | \Since nothing else can ravish me from you;\ 814:1,1315@b | \Make no resistance, I obey\ 9Devoir. 814:1,1316@b | \Who values not thy Tears, thy Force or Prayer,\ 814:1,1317@b | \Retain thy Faith and Love\ Aminta \still,\ 814:1,1318@b | \Since she abandons thee against her Will.\ 814:1,1319[A ]| Immoveable I remain'd with this surprize, 814:1,1320[A ]| Nor durst reply so much as with my Eyes. 814:1,1321[A ]| I saw her go, but was of Sense bereav'd, 814:1,1322[A ]| And only knew from what I heard, I live'd; 814:1,1323[A ]| Yes, yes, I heard her last Commands, and thence 814:1,1324[A ]| By violent degrees retriev'd my Sense. 814:1,1325[A ]| Ye Gods in this your Mercy was severe, 814:1,1326[A ]| You might have spar'd the useless favour here. 814:1,1327[A ]| But the first Thoughts my Reason did conceive, 814:1,1328[A ]| Were to pursue the injurious Fugitive. 814:1,1329[A ]| Raving, that way I did my haste direct, 814:1,1330[A ]| But once more met the Reverend \Respect\, 814:1,1331[A ]| From whom I strove my self to dis-ingage, 814:1,1332[A ]| And faign'd a calmness to disguise my Rage. 814:1,1333[A ]| In vain was all the Cheat, he soon perceiv'd, 814:1,1334[A ]| Spight of my Smiles, how much, and why I griev'd; 814:1,1335[A ]| Saw my despairs, and what I meant to do, 814:1,1336[A ]| And begg'd I wou'd the rash Design forego: 814:1,1337[A ]| A thousand dangers he did represent, 814:1,1338[A ]| T' win me from the desperate attempt. 814:1,1339[A ]| I ever found his Counsel just and good, 814:1,1340[A ]| And now resolv'd it shou'd not be withstood; 814:1,1341[A ]| Thus he ore-came my Rage, but did not free, 814:1,1342[A ]| My Soul from Griefs more painful Tyranny; 814:1,1343[A ]| Grief tho' more soft, did not less cruel prove, 814:1,1344[A ]| Madness is easier far then hopeless Love. 814:1,1345[A ]| I parted thus, but knew not what to do; 814:1,1346[A ]| Nor where I went; nor did I care to know; 814:1,1347[A ]| With folded Arms, with weeping Eyes declin'd, 814:1,1348[A ]| I search the unknown shade, I cou'd not find, 814:1,1349[A ]| And mixt my constant Sighs with flying Wind. 814:1,1350[A ]| By slow unsteady steps the Paths I trace, 814:1,1351[A ]| Which undesign'd conduct me to a place 814:1,1352[A ]| Fit for a Soul distrest; obscur'd with shade, 814:1,1353[A ]| Lonely and fit for Love and Sorrow made; 814:1,1354[A ]| The Murmuring Boughs themselves together twist, 814:1,1355[A ]| And 'twould allow to Grief her self some rest, 814:1,1356[A ]| Inviron'd 'tis with lofty Mountains round, 814:1,1357[A ]| From whence the Eccho's, Sighs, and Crys rebound; 814:1,1358[A ]| Here in the midst and thickest of the Wood, 814:1,1359[A ]| Cover'd with bending Shades a Castle stood, 814:1,1360[A ]| Where \Absence\ that dejected Maid remains, 814:1,1361[A ]| Who nothing but her Sorrow entertains. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1362[A ]| Her mourning languid Eyes are rarely shown, 814:1,1363[A ]| Unless to those afflicted like her own; 814:1,1364[A ]| Her lone Apartment all obscure as Night, 814:1,1365[A ]| Discover'd only by a glimmering Light: 814:1,1366[A ]| Weeping she sate her Face with Grief dismaid, 814:1,1367[A ]| Which all its natural sweetness has decaid; 814:1,1368[A ]| Yet in despight of Grief there does appear, 814:1,1369[A ]| The ruin'd Monuments of what was fair, 814:1,1370[A ]| E'r cruel Love and Grief had took possession there 814:1,1371[A ]| These made her old without the aid of Years; 814:1,1372[A ]| Worn out, and faint with lingering hopes and fears, 814:1,1373[A ]| She seldom answers ought but with her Tears. 814:1,1374[A ]| No Train attends, she only is obey'd 814:1,1375[A ]| By Melancholy, that soft, silent Maid: 814:1,1376[A ]| A Maid that fits her Humour every way, 814:1,1377[A ]| With whom she passes all the tedious day: 814:1,1378[A ]| No other object can her Mind content, 814:1,1379[A ]| She Feeds and Flatters all her languishment; 814:1,1380[A ]| The noisy Streams that from high Mountains fall; 814:1,1381[A ]| And water all the Neighbouring flowry Vale: 814:1,1382[A ]| The Murmurs of the Rivulets that glide, 814:1,1383[A ]| Against the bending Seges on the side; 814:1,1384[A ]| Of mournful Birds the sad and tuneful Noats, 814:1,1385[A ]| The Bleats of straggling Lambs, and new yean'd Goats: 814:1,1386[A ]| The distant Pipe of some lone Mountain Swain, 814:1,1387[A ]| Who to his injur'd Passion fits his strain; 814:1,1388[A ]| Is all the Harmony, her Soul can entertain. 814:1,1389[A ]| On a strict league of Friendship we agree, 814:1,1390[A ]| For I was sad, and as forlorn as she; 814:1,1391[A ]| To all her Humours, I conform my own, 814:1,1392[A ]| Together Sigh, together Weep, and Moan; 814:1,1393[A ]| Like her to Woods and Fountains I retreat, 814:1,1394[A ]| And urge the pitying Eccho's to repeat 814:1,1395[A ]| My tale of \Love\, and at each Period found 814:1,1396[A ]| \Aminta's\ name, and bear it all around, 814:1,1397[A ]| Whilst listening Voices do the charm reply, 814:1,1398[A ]| And lost in mixing Air, together dye. 814:1,1399[A ]| There minutes like dull days creep slowly on, 814:1,1400[A ]| And every day I drag an Age along; 814:1,1401[A ]| The coming hours cou'd no more pleasures hast, 814:1,1402[A ]| Than those so insupportably I'd past. 814:1,1403[A ]| I rav'd, I wept, I wisht, but all in vain, 814:1,1404[A ]| The distant Maid, nor saw, nor eas'd my pain; 814:1,1405[A ]| With my sad tale, each tender Bark I fill, 814:1,1406[A ]| This ~~ soft complaints, and that ~~ my Ravings tell; 814:1,1407[A ]| This bears vain Curses on my cruel fate, 814:1,1408[A ]| And Blessings on the Charming Virgin, that 814:1,1409[A ]| The Willow by the lonely Spring that grows, 814:1,1410[A ]| And o're the Streams bends his forsaken Boughs. 814:1,1411[A ]| I call \Lisander\, they like him I find, 814:1,1412[A ]| Murmur and ruffl'd are with every Wind. 814:1,1413[A ]| On the young springing Beech that's straight and tall, 814:1,1414[A ]| I Carve her name, and that \Aminta\ call; 814:1,1415[A ]| But where I see an Oak that Climbs above, 814:1,1416[A ]| The rest, and grows the Monster of the Grove; 814:1,1417[A ]| Whose pow'rful Arms when aiding Winds do blow, 814:1,1418[A ]| Dash all the tender twining Shades below, 814:1,1419[A ]| And even in Calms maliciously do spread, 814:1,1420[A ]| That naught beneath can thrive, imbrace or breed; 814:1,1421[A ]| Whose mischiefs far exceed his fancy'd good, 814:1,1422[A ]| \Honour\ I call him: \Tyrant\ of the wood. 814:1,1423[A ]| Thus rove from Thought to Thought without relief: 814:1,1424[A ]| A change 'tis true; but 'tis from Grief to Grief; 814:1,1425[A ]| Which when above my silence they prevail, 814:1,1426[A ]| With Love I'm froward, on my Fortune rail, 814:1,1427[A ]| And to the Winds breathe my neglected Tale. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1428[A ]| Fond Love thy pretty Flatteries cease, 814:1,1429[A ]| That feeble Hope you give; 814:1,1430[A ]| Unless 'twoud make my happiness, 814:1,1431[A ]| In vain dear Boy; in vain you strive, 814:1,1432[A ]| It cannot keep my tortur'd Heart alive. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1433[A ]| Tho' thou shou'dst give me all the Joys, 814:1,1434[A ]| Luxurious Monarch's do possess, 814:1,1435[A ]| Without Aminta 'tis but empty noise, 814:1,1436[A ]| Dull and insipid happiness; 814:1,1437[A ]| And you in vain invite me to a Feast, 814:1,1438[A ]| Where my Aminta cannot be a Guest. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1439[A ]| Ye glorious Trifles, I renounce ye all, 814:1,1440[A ]| Since she no part of all your splendour makes 814:1,1441[A ]| Let the Dull unconcern'd obey your call, 814:1,1442[A ]| Let the gay Fop, who his Pert Courtship takes; 814:1,1443[A ]| For Love, whilst he Profanes your Deity, 814:1,1444[A ]| Be Charm'd and Pleas'd with all your necessary vanity. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1445[A ]| But give me leave, whose Soul's inspir'd, 814:1,1446[A ]| With sacred, but despairing Love. 814:1,1447[A ]| To dye from all your noise retir'd, 814:1,1448[A ]| And Buried lie within this silent Grove. 814:1,1449[A ]| For whilst I Live, my Soul's a prey, 814:1,1450[A ]| To insignificant desires, 814:1,1451[A ]| Whilst thou fond God of Love and Play, 814:1,1452[A ]| With all thy Darts, with all thy useless Fires, 814:1,1453[A ]| With all thy wanton flatteries cannot charm, 814:1,1454[A ]| Nor yet the frozen-hearted Virgin warm. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1455[A ]| Others by absence Cure their fire, 814:1,1456[A ]| Me it inrages more with pain; 814:1,1457[A ]| Each thought of my Aminta blows it higher, 814:1,1458[A ]| And distance strengthens my desire; 814:1,1459[A ]| I Faint with wishing, since I wish in vain; 814:1,1460[A ]| Either be gone fond Love, or let me dye, 814:1,1461[A ]| Hopeless desire admits no other remedy. 814:1,1462[A ]| Here 'twas the height of \Cruelty\ I prov'd, 814:1,1463[A ]| By absence from the sacred Maid I lov'd: 814:1,1464[A ]| And here had dy'd, but that Love found a way, 814:1,1465[A ]| Some Letters from \Aminta\ to convey, 814:1,1466[A ]| Which all the tender marks of pity gave, 814:1,1467[A ]| And hope enough to make me wish to Live. 814:1,1468[A ]| From \Duty\, now the lovely Maid is freed, 814:1,1469[A ]| And calls me from my lonely solitude: 814:1,1470[A ]| Whose cruel Memory in a Moments space, 814:1,1471[A ]| The thoughts of coming Pleasures quite deface; 814:1,1472[A ]| With an impatient Lovers hast I flew, 814:1,1473[A ]| To the vast Blessing Love had set in view, 814:1,1474[A ]| But oh I found \Aminta\ in a place, 814:1,1475[A ]| Where never any Lover happy was! 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1476[A ]| Rivals 'tis call'd, a Village where 814:1,1477[A ]| The Inhabitants in Fury still appear; 814:1,1478[A ]| Malicious paleness, or a generous red, 814:1,1479[A ]| O'r every angry face is spread, 814:1,1480[A ]| Their Eyes are either smiling with disdain, 814:1,1481[A ]| Or fiercely glow with raging Fire. 814:1,1482[A ]| Gloomy and sullen with dissembl'd pain, 814:1,1483[A ]| Love in the Heart, Revenge in the desire: 814:1,1484[A ]| Combates, Duels, Challenges, 814:1,1485[A ]| Is the discourse, and all the bus'ness there. 814:1,1486[A ]| Respect of Blood, nor sacred friendship tyes; 814:1,1487[A ]| Can reconcile the Civil War, 814:1,1488[A ]| Rage, Horror, Death, and wild despair, 814:1,1489[A ]| Are still Rencounter'd and still practis'd there. 814:1,1490[A ]| Twas here the lovely cruel Maid I found, 814:1,1491[A ]| Incompass'd with a thousand Loves round; 814:1,1492[A ]| At my approach I saw their Blushes rise, 814:1,1493[A ]| And they regarded me with angry Eyes. 814:1,1494[A ]| \Aminta\ too, or else my Fancy 'twas, 814:1,1495[A ]| Receiv'd me with a shy and cold Address, 814:1,1496[A ]| I cou'd not speak ~~ but Sigh'd, retir'd and Bow'd; 814:1,1497[A ]| With pain I heard her Talk and Laugh aloud, 814:1,1498[A ]| And deal her Freedoms to the greedy Crowd. 814:1,1499[A ]| I Curst her Smiles, and envy'd every look, 814:1,1500[A ]| And Swore it was too kind, what e're she spoke; 814:1,1501[A ]| Condemn'd her Air, rail'd on her soft Address, 814:1,1502[A ]| And vow'd her Eyes did her false Heart confess, 814:1,1503[A ]| And vainly wisht their Charming Beauties less. 814:1,1504[A ]| A Secret hatred in my Soul I bear, 814:1,1505[A ]| Against these objects of my new despair; 814:1,1506[A ]| I waited all the day, and all in vain; 814:1,1507[A ]| Not one lone minute snatcht, to ease my pain; 814:1,1508[A ]| Her Lovers went and came in such a sort, 814:1,1509[A ]| It rather seem'd \Loves-Office\ than his \Court\, 814:1,1510[A ]| Made for eternal \Bus'ness\, not his \Sport\. 814:1,1511[A ]| \Love\ saw my pain, and found my rage grew high, 814:1,1512[A ]| And led me off, to lodge at \Jealousie\. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1513[A ]| A Palace that is more un-easy far, 814:1,1514[A ]| Then those of cruelty and absence are, 814:1,1515[A ]| There constant show'rs of Hail and Rains do flow, 814:1,1516[A ]| Continual Murmuring Winds a-round do blow, 814:1,1517[A ]| Eternal Thunder rowling in the Air, 814:1,1518[A ]| And thick dark hanging Clouds the day obscure; 814:1,1519[A ]| Whose sullen dawn all Objects multiplies, 814:1,1520[A ]| And render things that are not, to the Eyes. 814:1,1521[A ]| Fantoms appear by the dull gloomy light, 814:1,1522[A ]| That with such subtil Art delude the sight, 814:1,1523[A ]| That one can see no Object true or right. 814:1,1524[A ]| I here transported and impatient grow, 814:1,1525[A ]| And all things out of order do; 814:1,1526[A ]| Hasty and peevish every thing I say, 814:1,1527[A ]| Suspicion and distrust's my Passions sway, 814:1,1528[A ]| And bend all Nature that un-easy way. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1529[A ]| A thousand Serpents gnaw the Heart; 814:1,1530[A ]| A thousand Visions fill the Eyes, 814:1,1531[A ]| And Deaf to all that can relief impart, 814:1,1532[A ]| We hate the Counsel of the Wise, 814:1,1533[A ]| And Sense like Tales of Lunaticks despise: 814:1,1534[A ]| Faithless, as Couzen'd Maids, by Men undone, 814:1,1535[A ]| And obstinate as new Religion, 814:1,1536[A ]| As full of Error, and false Notion too, 814:1,1537[A ]| As Dangerous, and as Politick; 814:1,1538[A ]| As Humerous as a Beauty without Wit; 814:1,1539[A ]| As Vain and Fancyful in all we do: 814:1,1540[A ]| Thus Wreck the Soul, as if it did conceal, 814:1,1541[A ]| Love Secrets which by torturing 'two'd reveal. 814:1,1542[A ]| Restless and wild, ranging each Field and Grove, 814:1,1543[A ]| I meet the Author of my painful Love; 814:1,1544[A ]| But still surrounded with a numerous Train 814:1,1545[A ]| Of Lovers, whom \Love\ taught to Sigh and Fawn, 814:1,1546[A ]| At my approach, my Soul all Trembling flies, 814:1,1547[A ]| And tells its soft Resentment at my Eyes: 814:1,1548[A ]| My Face all pale, my steps unsteady fall, 814:1,1549[A ]| And faint Confusion spreads it self o're all. 814:1,1550[A ]| I listen to each low breath'd Word she says, 814:1,1551[A ]| And the returns the happy Answerer pays: 814:1,1552[A ]| When catching half the Sense, the rest Invent, 814:1,1553[A ]| And turn it still to what will most Torment; 814:1,1554[A ]| If any thing by Whispers she impart, 814:1,1555[A ]| 'Tis Mortal, 'tis a Dagger at my Heart; 814:1,1556[A ]| And every Smile, each Motion, Gesture, Sign, 814:1,1557[A ]| In favour of some Lover I explain: 814:1,1558[A ]| When I am absent, in some Rivals Arms, 814:1,1559[A ]| I Fancy she distributes all her Charms, 814:1,1560[A ]| And if alone I find her; sighing cry, 814:1,1561@a | \Some happier Love she expects than I.\ 814:1,1562[A ]| So that I did not only Jealous grow, 814:1,1563[A ]| Of all I saw, but all I fancy'd too. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1564[A ]| Oft in my Jealous Transports I wou'd cry, 814:1,1565[A ]| Ye happy shades, ye happy Bow'rs, 814:1,1566[A ]| Why speaks she tenderer things to you than me? 814:1,1567[A ]| Why does she Smile, carress and praise your Flowers? 814:1,1568[A ]| Why Sighs she (opening Buds) her Secrets all 814:1,1569[A ]| Into your fragrant Leaves? 814:1,1570[A ]| Why does she to her Aid your sweetness call, 814:1,1571[A ]| Yet take less from you than she gives? 814:1,1572[A ]| Why on your Beds must you be happy made, 814:1,1573[A ]| And be together with Aminta laid? 814:1,1574[A ]| You from her Hands and Lips may KISSES take, 814:1,1575[A ]| And never meet Reproaches from her Pride; 814:1,1576[A ]| A thousand Ravishing stealths may make, 814:1,1577[A ]| And even into her softer Bosome glide. 814:1,1578[A ]| And there expire! Oh happy Rival flowers, 814:1,1579[A ]| How vainly do I wish my Fate like that of Yours? 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1580[A ]| Tell me ye silent Groves, whose Gloom invites, 814:1,1581[A ]| The lovely Charmer to your Solitudes? 814:1,1582[A ]| Tell me for whom she languishes and sighs? 814:1,1583[A ]| For whom she feels her soft Inquietudes? 814:1,1584[A ]| Name me the Youth for whom she makes her Vows, 814:1,1585[A ]| For she has breath'd it oft amongst your listening Boughs? 814:1,1586[A ]| Oh happy confidents of her Amours, 814:1,1587[A ]| How vainly do I wish my Fortune blest as Yours. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1588[A ]| Oh happy Brooks, oh happy Rivulets, 814:1,1589[A ]| And Springs that in a thousand Windings move; 814:1,1590[A ]| Upon your Banks how oft Aminta sits, 814:1,1591[A ]| And prattles to you all her Tale of Love; 814:1,1592[A ]| Whilst your smooth surface little Circles bears, 814:1,1593[A ]| From the Impressions of her falling Tears, 814:1,1594[A ]| And as you wantonly reflecting pass, 814:1,1595[A ]| Glide o're the lovely Image of her Face; 814:1,1596[A ]| And sanctifies your stream, which as you run, 814:1,1597[A ]| You Boast in Murmurs to the Banks along. 814:1,1598[A ]| Dear streams! to whom she gives her softest hours, 814:1,1599[A ]| How vainly do I wish my happiness like yours. 814:1,1600[A ]| Sometimes I rail'd again, and wou'd upbraid, 814:1,1601[A ]| Reproachfully, the charming fickle Maid: 814:1,1602[A ]| Sometimes I vow'd to do't no more, 814:1,1603[A ]| But one, vain, short-liv'd hour, 814:1,1604[A ]| Wou'd Perjure all I'd Sworn before, 814:1,1605[A ]| And Damn my fancy'd Pow'r. 814:1,1606[A ]| Sometimes the sullen fit wou'd last, 814:1,1607[A ]| A teadious live-long day: 814:1,1608[A ]| But when the wrecking hours were past, 814:1,1609[A ]| With what Impatience wou'd I hast, 814:1,1610[A ]| And 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1610[A ]| her Feet weep my neglect away. 814:1,1611[A ]| Quarrels are the Reserves Love keeps in store, 814:1,1612[A ]| To aid his Flames and make 'em burn the more. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1613[A ]| With Rigor Arm your self, (I cry'd) 814:1,1614[A ]| It is but just and fit; 814:1,1615[A ]| I merit all this Treatment from your Pride, 814:1,1616[A ]| All the reproaches of your Wit; 814:1,1617[A ]| Put on the cruel Tyrant as you will, 814:1,1618[A ]| But know, my tender Heart adores you still. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1619[A ]| And yet that Heart has Murmur'd too, 814:1,1620[A ]| And been so insolent to let you know, 814:1,1621[A ]| It did complain, and rave, and rail'd at you; 814:1,1622[A ]| Yet all the while by every God I swear, 814:1,1623[A ]| By every pitying Pow'r the wretched here; 814:1,1624[A ]| By all those Charms that dis-ingage, 814:1,1625[A ]| My Soul from the extreams of Rage; 814:1,1626[A ]| By all the Arts you have to save and kill, 814:1,1627[A ]| My faithful tender Heart adores you still. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1628[A ]| But oh you shou'd excuse my soft complaint, 814:1,1629[A ]| Even my wild Ravings too prefer, 814:1,1630[A ]| I sigh, I burn, I weep, I faint, 814:1,1631[A ]| And vent my Passions in the Air; 814:1,1632[A ]| Whilst all my Torment, all my Care 814:1,1633[A ]| Serves but to make you put new Graces on, 814:1,1634[A ]| You Laugh, and Rally my despair, 814:1,1635[A ]| Which to my Rivals renders you more fair; 814:1,1636[A ]| And but the more confirms my being undone: 814:1,1637[A ]| Sport with my Pain as gayly as you will, 814:1,1638[A ]| My fond, my tender Heart adores you still. 814:1,1639[A ]| My differing Passions thus, did never cease, 814:1,1640[A ]| Till they had touch'd her Soul with Tenderness; 814:1,1641[A ]| My \Rivals\ now are banish'd by degrees, 814:1,1642[A ]| And with 'em all my Fears and Jealousies; 814:1,1643[A ]| And all advanc'd, as if design'd to please. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1644[A ]| In this vast Isle a famous City stands, 814:1,1645[A ]| Who for its Beauty all the rest Commands, 814:1,1646[A ]| Built to delight the wondering Gazers Eyes, 814:1,1647[A ]| Of all the World the great \Metropolis\. 814:1,1648[A ]| Call'd by LOVE's name: and here the Charming God, 814:1,1649[A ]| When he retires to Pleasure, makes abode; 814:1,1650[A ]| 'Tis here both Art and Nature strive to show, 814:1,1651[A ]| What Pride, Expence, and luxury, can do, 814:1,1652[A ]| To make it Ravishing and Awful too: 814:1,1653[A ]| All Nations hourly thither do resort, 814:1,1654[A ]| To add a splendour to this glorious Court; 814:1,1655[A ]| The Young, the Old, the Witty, and the Wise, 814:1,1656[A ]| The Fair, the Ugly, Lavish, and Precise; 814:1,1657[A ]| Cowards and Braves, the Modest, and the Lowd, 814:1,1658[A ]| Promiscuously are blended in the Crowd. 814:1,1659[A ]| From Distant Shoars young Kings their Courts remove, 814:1,1660[A ]| To pay their Homage to the God of Love. 814:1,1661[A ]| Where all their sacred awful Majesty, 814:1,1662[A ]| Their boasted and their fond Divinity; 814:1,1663[A ]| Loose their vast force; as lesser Lights are hid, 814:1,1664[A ]| When the fierce God of Day his Beauties spread, 814:1,1665[A ]| The wondering World for \Gods\ did \Kings\ adore, 814:1,1666[A ]| Till \LOVE\ confirm'd 'em Mortal by his Pow'r; 814:1,1667[A ]| And in \Loves Court\, do with their Vassals live, 814:1,1668[A ]| Without or \Homage\, or \Prerogative\: 814:1,1669[A ]| Which the young \God\, not only Blind must show, 814:1,1670[A ]| But as Defective in his Judgment too. 814:1,0000[' ]| <\LOVE's\ Temple.> 814:1,1671[A ]| Midst this Gay court a famous Temple stands, 814:1,1672[A ]| Old as the Universe which it commands; 814:1,1673[A ]| For mighty \Love\ a sacred being had, 814:1,1674[A ]| Whilst yet 'twas \Chaos\, e're the World was made, 814:1,1675[A ]| And nothing was compos'd without his Aid. 814:1,1676[A ]| Agreeing \Attoms\ by his pow'r were hurl'd. 814:1,1677[A ]| And \Love\ and \Harmony\ compos'd the World. 814:1,1678[A ]| 'Tis rich, 'tis solemn all! Divine yet Gay! 814:1,1679[A ]| From the Jemm'd Roof the dazling Lights display, 814:1,1680[A ]| And all below inform without the Aids of day. 814:1,1681[A ]| All Nations hither bring rich offerings, 814:1,1682[A ]| And 'tis endow'd with Gifts of Love-sick Kings. 814:1,1683[A ]| Upon an Altar (whose un-bounded store, 814:1,1684[A ]| Has made the Rifled Universe so poor, 814:1,1685[A ]| Adorn'd with all the Treasure of the Seas, 814:1,1686[A ]| More than the Sun in his vast course surveys) 814:1,1687[A ]| Was plac'd the \God\! with every Beauty form'd, 814:1,1688[A ]| Of Smiling Youth, but Naked, un-adorn'd. 814:1,1689[A ]| His painted Wings displaid: His Bow laid by, 814:1,1690[A ]| (For here \Love\ needs not his Artillery.) 814:1,1691[A ]| One of his little Hands aloft he bore, 814:1,1692[A ]| And grasp'd a wounded heart that burnt all o're, 814:1,1693[A ]| Towards which he lookt with lovely Laughing Eyes: 814:1,1694[A ]| As pleas'd and vain, with the fond Sacrifice, 814:1,1695[A ]| The other pointing downward seem'd to say, 814:1,1696[A ]| \Here at my Feet your grateful Victims lay,\ 814:1,1697[A ]| Whilst in a Golden Tablet o're his Head, 814:1,1698[A ]| In Diamond Characters this \Motto\ stood, 814:1,1699[A ]| \Behold the Pow'r that Conquers every GOD.\ 814:1,1700[A ]| The Temple Gates are are open Night and Day, 814:1,1701[A ]| \Love's\ Votaries at all hours Devotions pay, 814:1,1702[A ]| A Priest of \Hymen\ gives attendance near, 814:1,1703[A ]| But very rarely shows his Function here, 814:1,1704[A ]| For Priest cou'd ne'r the Marriage-cheat improve, 814:1,1705[A ]| Were there no other Laws, but those of Love! 814:1,1706[A ]| A Slavery generous Heav'n did ne'r design, 814:1,1707[A ]| Nor did its first lov'd Race of men confine; 814:1,1708[A ]| A Trick, that Priest, whom Avarice cunning made, 814:1,1709[A ]| Did first contrive, then sacred did perswade, 814:1,1710[A ]| That on their numerous and unlucky Race, 814:1,1711[A ]| They might their base got Wealth securely place. 814:1,1712[A ]| Curse ~~ cou'd they not their own loose Race inthral, 814:1,1713[A ]| But they must spread the infection over all: 814:1,1714[A ]| That Race, whose Brutal heat was grown so wild, 814:1,1715[A ]| That even the Sacred Porches they defil'd; 814:1,1716[A ]| And Ravisht all that for Devotion came, 814:1,1717[A ]| Their Function, nor the place restrains their flame. 814:1,1718[A ]| But \Love's\ soft Votaries no such injuries fear, 814:1,1719[A ]| No pamper'd \Levits\ are in Pension here; 814:1,1720[A ]| Here are not fatted Lambs to Sacrifice, 814:1,1721[A ]| No Oyl, fine Flower, or Wines of mighty price, 814:1,1722[A ]| The subtle Holy Cheats to Gormandize. 814:1,1723[A ]| \Love's\ soft Religion knows no Tricks nor Arts, 814:1,1724[A ]| All the Attoning Offerings here are Hearts. 814:1,1725[A ]| The Mystery's silent, without noyse or show, 814:1,1726[A ]| In which the Holy Man has nought to do, 814:1,1727[A ]| The Lover is both Priest and Victim too. 814:1,1728[A ]| Hither with little force I did perswade, 814:1,1729[A ]| My lovely timorously yielding Maid, 814:1,1730[A ]| Implor'd we might together Sacrifice, 814:1,1731[A ]| And she agrees with Blushing down-cast Eyes; 814:1,1732[A ]| 'Twas then we both our Hearts an Offering made, 814:1,1733[A ]| Which at the Feet of the young \God\ we laid, 814:1,1734[A ]| With equal Flames they Burnt; with equal Joy, 814:1,1735[A ]| But with a Fire that neither did destroy; 814:1,1736[A ]| Soft was its Force and Sympathy with them, 814:1,1737[A ]| Dispers'd it self through every trembling Limb; 814:1,1738[A ]| We cou'd not hide our tender new surprize, 814:1,1739[A ]| We languisht and confest it with our Eyes; 814:1,1740[A ]| Thus gaz'd we ~~ when the Sacrifice perform'd, 814:1,1741[A ]| We found our Hearts entire ~~ but still they burn 814:1,0000[' ]| <'d> 814:1,1742[A ]| But by a Blessed change in taking back, 814:1,1743[A ]| The lovely Virgin did her Heart mistake: 814:1,1744[A ]| Her Bashful Eyes favour'd \Love's\ great design, 814:1,1745[A ]| I took her Burning Victim: and she mine. 814:1,1746[A ]| Thus \Lysidas\ without constraint or Art, 814:1,1747[A ]| I reign'd the \Monarch\ of \Aminta's\ Heart; 814:1,1748[A ]| My great, my happy Title she allows, 814:1,1749[A ]| And makes me Lord of all her tender Vows, 814:1,1750[A ]| All my past Griefs in coming Joys were drown'd, 814:1,1751[A ]| And with eternal Pleasure I was Crown'd; 814:1,1752[A ]| My Blessed hours in the extream of Joy, 814:1,1753[A ]| With my soft Languisher I still imploy; 814:1,1754[A ]| When I am Gay, Love Revels in her Eyes, 814:1,1755[A ]| When sad ~~ there the young God all panting lies. 814:1,1756[A ]| A thousand freedoms now she does impart, 814:1,1757[A ]| Shows all her tenderness dis-rob'd of Art, 814:1,1758[A ]| But oh this cou'd not satisfy my Heart. 814:1,1759[A ]| A thousand Anguishes that still contains, 814:1,1760[A ]| It sighs, and heaves, and pants with pleasing pains. 814:1,1761[A ]| We look, and Kiss, and Press with new desire, 814:1,1762[A ]| Whilst every touch Blows the unusual Fire. 814:1,1763[A ]| But \Love's\ last \Mystery\ was yet conceal'd, 814:1,1764[A ]| Which both still languisht for, both wisht reveal'd: 814:1,1765[A ]| Which I prest on ~~ and faintly she deny'd, 814:1,1766[A ]| With all the weak efforts of dying Pride, 814:1,1767[A ]| Which struggled long for Empire in her Soul, 814:1,1768[A ]| Where it was wont to rule without controul. 814:1,1769[A ]| But Conquering Love had got possession now, 814:1,1770[A ]| And open'd every Sally to the Foe: 814:1,1771[A ]| And to Secure my doubting happiness, 814:1,1772[A ]| Permits me to conduct her to the \Bow'r of Bliss\. 814:1,1773[A ]| That Bow'r that does eternal Pleasures yield, 814:1,1774[A ]| Where \Psyche\ first the \God of Love\ beheld: 814:1,1775[A ]| But oh, in entering this so blest abode, 814:1,1776[A ]| All Gay and Pleas'd as a Triumphing \God\, 814:1,1777[A ]| I new unlook'd for difficulties meet, 814:1,1778[A ]| Encountring \Honour\ at the Sacred Gate. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1779[A ]| Honour's a mighty Phantom! which around 814:1,1780[A ]| The sacred Bower does still appear; 814:1,1781[A ]| All Day it haunts the hallow'd ground, 814:1,1782[A ]| And hinders Lovers entering there. 814:1,1783[A ]| It rarely ever takes its flight, 814:1,1784[A ]| But in the secret shades of night. 814:1,1785[A ]| Silence and gloom the charm can soonest end, 814:1,1786[A ]| And are the luckyest hours to lay the Fiend, 814:1,1787[A ]| Then 'tis the Vision only will remove, 814:1,1788[A ]| With Incantations of soft Vows of Love. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1789[A ]| But as a God he's Worshipt here, 814:1,1790[A ]| By all the lovely, young, and fair, 814:1,1791[A ]| Who all their kind desires controul, 814:1,1792[A ]| And plays the Tyrant o're the Soul: 814:1,1793[A ]| His chiefest Attributes, are Pride and Spight, 814:1,1794[A ]| His pow'r, is robbing Lovers of delight, 814:1,1795[A ]| An Enemy to Humane kind, 814:1,1796[A ]| But most to Youth severe; 814:1,1797[A ]| As Age ill-natur'd, and as ignorance Blind, 814:1,1798[A ]| Boasting, and Baffled too, as Cowards are; 814:1,1799[A ]| Fond in opinion, obstinately Wise, 814:1,1800[A ]| Fills the whole World with bus'ness and with noise. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1801[A ]| Where wert thou born? from what didst thou begin? 814:1,1802[A ]| And what strange Witchcraft brought thy Maxims in? 814:1,1803[A ]| What hardy Fool first taught thee to the Crowd? 814:1,1804[A ]| Or who the Duller Slaves that first believ'd? 814:1,1805[A ]| Some Woman sure, ill natur'd, old, and proud, 814:1,1806[A ]| Too ugly ever to have been deceiv'd; 814:1,1807[A ]| Unskill'd in Love; in Virtue, or in Truth, 814:1,1808[A ]| Preach'd they false Notions first, and so debaucht our Youth. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1809[A ]| And as in other Sectuaries you find, 814:1,1810[A ]| His Votaries most consist of Womankind, 814:1,1811[A ]| Who Throng t' adore the necessary Evil, 814:1,1812[A ]| But most for fear, as Indians do the Devil. 814:1,1813[A ]| Peevish, un-easy all; for in Revenge, 814:1,1814[A ]| Love shoots 'em with a thousand Darts. 814:1,1815[A ]| They feel, but not confess the change; 814:1,1816[A ]| Their false Devotion cannot save their Hearts. 814:1,1817[A ]| Thus while the Idol Honour they obey, 814:1,1818[A ]| Swift times come on, and blooming Charms decay, 814:1,1819[A ]| And Ruin'd Beauty does too late the Cheat betray. 814:1,1820[A ]| This Goblin here ~~ the lovely Maid Alarms, 814:1,1821[A ]| And snatch'd her, even from my Trembling Arms, 814:1,1822[A ]| With all the Pow'r of \Non-sence\ he commands, 814:1,1823[A ]| Which she for mighty Reason understands. 814:1,1824@w | \Aminta fly\, 814:1,1824[A ]| he crys! 814:1,1824@w | \fly heedless Maid,\ 814:1,1825@w | \For if thou enter'st this Bewitching shade,\ 814:1,1826@w | \Thy Flame, Content, and Lover, all are lost,\ 814:1,1827@w | \And thou no more of Him, or Fame shall boast,\ 814:1,1828@w | \The Charming Pleasure soon the Youth will cloy,\ 814:1,1829@w | \And what thou wouldst preserve, that will destroy.\ 814:1,1830@w | \Oh hardy Maid by too much Love undone,\ 814:1,1831@w | \Where are thy Modesty, and Blushes gone?\ 814:1,1832@w | \Where's all that Virtue made thee so Ador'd?\ 814:1,1833@w | \For Beautry stript of Virtue, grows abhorr'd:\ 814:1,1834@w | \Dyes like a flower whose scent quick Poyson gives,\ 814:1,1835@w | \Though every gawdy Glory paints its leaves:\ 814:1,1836@w | \Oh fly, fond Maid, fly that false happiness,\ 814:1,1837@w | \That will attend Thee in the Bower of Bliss.\ 814:1,1838[A ]| Thus spoke the Phantom, while the listening Maid, 814:1,1839[A ]| Took in the fatal Councel; and obey'd: 814:1,1840[A ]| Frighted she flys, even from the Temple door, 814:1,1841[A ]| And left me fainting on the sacred floor: 814:1,1842[A ]| LOVE saw my Griefs, and to my rescue came, 814:1,1843[A ]| Where on his Bosom, thus I did complain. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1844[A ]| Weep, weep Lysander, for the lovely Maid, 814:1,1845[A ]| To whom thy sacred Vows were paid; 814:1,1846[A ]| Regardless of thy Love, thy Youth, thy Vows, 814:1,1847[A ]| The dull Advice of Honour now pursues; 814:1,1848[A ]| Oh say my lovely Charmer, where 814:1,1849[A ]| Is all that softness gone? 814:1,1850[A ]| Your tender Voice and Eyes did 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1851[A ]| When first I was undone. 814:1,1852[A ]| Oh whether are your Sighs and Kisses fled? 814:1,1853[A ]| Where are those clasping Arms, 814:1,1854[A ]| That left me oft with Pleasures dead, 814:1,1855[A ]| With their Excess of Charms? 814:1,1856[A ]| Where is the Killing Language of thy Tongue, 814:1,1857[A ]| That did the Ravisht Soul surprize? 814:1,1858[A ]| Where is that tender Rhetorick gone, 814:1,1859[A ]| That flow'd so softly in thy Eyes? 814:1,1860[A ]| That did thy heavenly face so sweetly dress, 814:1,1861[A ]| That did thy wonderous Soul so well express? 814:1,1862[A ]| All fled with Honour on a Phantom lost; 814:1,1863[A ]| Where Youth's vast store must perish unpossest. 814:1,1864[A ]| Ah my dear Boy thy loss with me bemoan, 814:1,1865[A ]| The lovely Fugitive is with Honour gone? 814:1,1866[A ]| \Love\ laughing spread his Wings and mounting flies, 814:1,1867[A ]| As swift as Lightning through the yielding Skies, 814:1,1868[A ]| Where \Honour\ bore away the Trembling Prize. 814:1,1869[A ]| There at her Feet the \Little Charmer\ falls, 814:1,1870[A ]| And to his Aid his powerful softness calls: 814:1,1871[A ]| \Assails\ her with his Tears, his Sighs and Crys, 814:1,1872[A ]| Th' unfailing Language of his Tongue and Eyes. 814:1,1873@w | \Return\, 814:1,1873[A ]| said he, 814:1,1873@w | \return oh fickle Maid,\ 814:1,1874@w | \Who solid Joys abandon'st for a shade;\ 814:1,1875@w | \Turn and behold the Slaughter of thy Eyes;\ 814:1,1876@w | \See ~~ the Heart-broken Youth all dying lyes.\ 814:1,1877@w | \Why dost thou follow this Phantastick spright?\ 814:1,1878@w | \This faithless\ 7Ignis 7Fatuus \of the Light?\ 814:1,1879@w | \This Foe to Youth, and Beauties worst Disease,\ 814:1,1880@w | \Tyrant of Wit, of Pleasure, and of Ease;\ 814:1,1881@w | \Of all substantial Harms he Author is,\ 814:1,1882@w | \But never pays us back one solid Bliss.\ 814:1,1883@w | \~~ You'l urge, your Fame is worth a thousand Joys;\ 814:1,1884@w | \Deluded Maid, trust not to empty noise,\ 814:1,1885@w | \A sound, that for a poor Esteem to gain,\ 814:1,1886@w | \Damns thy whole Life t' uneasyness and pain.\ 814:1,1887@w | \Mistaken Virgin, that which pleases me\ 814:1,1888@w | \I cannot by another tast and see;\ 814:1,1889@w | \And what's the complementing of the World to thee?\ 814:1,1890@w | \No, no, return with me, and there receive,\ 814:1,1891@w | \What poor, what scanted\ Honour \cannot give,\ 814:1,1892@w | \Starve not those Charms that were for pleasure made,\ 814:1,1893@w | \Nor unpossest let the rich Treasure fade.\ 814:1,1894@w | \When time comes on;\ Honour \that empty word,\ 814:1,1895@w | \Will leave thee then fore slighted Age to guard,\ 814:1,1896@w | Honour \as other faithless Lovers are.\ 814:1,1897@w | \Is only dealing with the young and fair;\ 814:1,1898@w | \Approaching Age makes the false\ Hero \fly,\ 814:1,1899@w | \He's\ Honour \with the Young, but with the old necessity.\ 814:1,1900[A ]| ~~ Thus said the \God!\ and all the while he spoke, 814:1,1901[A ]| Her Heart new Fire, her eyes new softness took. 814:1,1902[A ]| Now crys, 814:1,1902@b | \I yield, I yield the Victory!\ 814:1,1903@b | \Lead on young Charming Boy, I follow thee;\ 814:1,1904@b | \Lead to\ Lysander, \quickly let's be gone,\ 814:1,1905@b | \I am resolv'd to\ Love, \and be undone;\ 814:1,1906@b | \I must not, cannot,\ Love \at cheaper rate,\ 814:1,1907@b | Love \is the word,\ Lysander \and my fate.\ 814:1,1908[A ]| Thus to my Arms \Love\ brought the trembling Maid; 814:1,1909[A ]| Who on my Bosom sighing, softly, said: 814:1,1910@b | \Take charming\ Victor ~~ \what you must ~~ subdue ~~ \ 814:1,1911@b | \'Tis\ Love ~~ \and not\ Aminta \gives it you,\ 814:1,1912@b | Love \that o're all, and every part does reign,\ 814:1,1913@b | \And I shou'd plead ~~ and struggle ~~ but in vain;\ 814:1,1914@b | \Take what a yielding Virgin ~~ can bestow,\ 814:1,1915@b | \I am ~~ disarm'd ~~ of all resistance now. ~~ \ 814:1,1916[A ]| Then down her Cheeks a tender shower did glide, 814:1,1917[A ]| The Trophies of my Victory, Joy, and Pride: 814:1,1918@a | \She yields ye Gods\ 814:1,1918[A ]| (I cry'd) 814:1,1918@a | \and in my Arms,\ 814:1,1919@a | \Gives up the wonderous Treasure of her Charms.\ 814:1,1920[A ]| ~~ Transported to the Bower of Bliss we high, 814:1,1921[A ]| But once more met \Respect\ upon the way, 814:1,1922[A ]| But not as heretofore with Meen and Grace, 814:1,1923[A ]| All formal, but a gay and smiling Face; 814:1,1924[A ]| A different sort of Air his looks now weares, 814:1,1925[A ]| Galliard and Joyful every part appears.: 814:1,1926[A ]| And thus he said ~~ 814:1,1927@w | \Go happy Lovers, perfect the desires,\ 814:1,1928@w | \That fill two Hearts that burn with equal Fires;\ 814:1,1929@w | \Receive the mighty Recompence at last,\ 814:1,1930@w | \Of all the Anxious hours you've past,\ 814:1,1931@w | \Enter the Bower where endless Pleasures flow,\ 814:1,1932@w | \Young Joys, new Raptures all the year,\ 814:1,1933@w | \Respect has nothing now to do,\ 814:1,1934@w | \He always leaves the Lovers here.\ 814:1,1935@w | \Young Lovers attend and here supply all want,\ 814:1,1936@w | \In secret Pleasures I'm no confident.\ 814:1,1937[A ]| \Respect\ here left me: and He scarce was gone, 814:1,1938[A ]| But I perceiv'd a Woman hasting on, 814:1,1939[A ]| Naked she came; all lovely, and her Hair, 814:1,1940[A ]| Was loosely flying in the wanton Air: 814:1,1941[A ]| \Love\ told me 'twas \Occasion\, and if I, 814:1,1942[A ]| The swift pac'd Maid shou'd pass neglected by 814:1,1943[A ]| My Love, my Hopes, and Industry were vain, 814:1,1944[A ]| For she but rarely e're return'd again. 814:1,1945[A ]| I stopt her speed, and did implore her Aid, 814:1,1946[A ]| Which granted, she \Aminta\ did perswade. 814:1,1947[A ]| Into the \Palace of true Joys,\ to hast, 814:1,1948[A ]| And thither 'twas, we both arriv'd at last. 814:1,1949[A ]| Oh \Lysidas\, no Mortal Sense affords, 814:1,1950[A ]| No Wit, no Eloquence can furnish Words; 814:1,1951[A ]| Fit for the soft Discription of the \Bower\, 814:1,1952[A ]| Some \Love-blest god in the Triumphing hour\, 814:1,1953[A ]| Can only guess, can only say what 'tis; 814:1,1954[A ]| Yet even that \God\ but faintly wou'd express, 814:1,1955[A ]| Th' unbounded pleasures of the \Bower of Bliss\. 814:1,1956[A ]| A slight, a poore Idea may be given, 814:1,1957[A ]| Like that we fancy when we paint a Heav'n, 814:1,1958[A ]| As solid Christal, Diamonds, shining Gold, 814:1,1959[A ]| May fancy Light, that is not to be told. 814:1,1960[A ]| To vulgar Senses, Love like Heaven shou'd be 814:1,1961[A ]| (To make it more Ador'd) a Mystery: 814:1,1962[A ]| Eternal Powers! when ere I sing of Love, 814:1,1963[A ]| And the unworthy Song immortal prove; 814:1,1964[A ]| To please my wandering Ghost when I am Dead, 814:1,1965[A ]| Let none but Lovers the soft stories read; 814:1,1966[A ]| Praise from the Wits and Braves I'le not implore; 814:1,1967[A ]| Listen ye Lovers all, I ask no more; 814:1,1968[A ]| That when Words fail, you may with thought supply, 814:1,1969[A ]| If ever any Lov'd like me, or were so blest as I. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1970[A ]| Tis all eternal Spring around, 814:1,1971[A ]| And all the Trees with fragrant flowers are Crown'd; 814:1,1972[A ]| No Clouds, no misty Showers obscure the Light, 814:1,1973[A ]| But all is calm, serene and gay, 814:1,1974[A ]| The Heavens are drest with a perpetual bright, 814:1,1975[A ]| And all the Earth with everlasting May. 814:1,1976[A ]| Each minute blowes the Rose and Jesamine, 814:1,1977[A ]| And twines with new-born Eglantine, 814:1,1978[A ]| Each minute new Discoveries bring; 814:1,1979[A ]| Of something sweet, of something ravishing. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1980[A ]| Fountains, wandering Brooks, soft rills, 814:1,1981[A ]| That o're the wanton Pebbles play; 814:1,1982[A ]| And all the Woods with tender murmuring fills, 814:1,1983[A ]| Inspiring my Love inciting Joy; 814:1,1984[A ]| (The sole, the solemn business of the day) 814:1,1985[A ]| Through all the Groves, the Glades and thickets run, 814:1,1986[A ]| And nothing see but Love on all their Banks along; 814:1,1987[A ]| A thousand Flowers of different kinds, 814:1,1988[A ]| The neighbouring Meads adorn; 814:1,1989[A ]| Whose sweetness snatch by flying Winds, 814:1,1990[A ]| O're all the Bow'r of Bliss is born; 814:1,1991[A ]| Whether all things in nature strive to bring, 814:1,1992[A ]| All that is soft, all that is ravishing. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,1993[A ]| The verdant Banks no other Prints retain, 814:1,1994[A ]| But where young Lovers, and young Loves have lain. 814:1,1995[A ]| For Love has nothing here to do, 814:1,1996[A ]| But to be wanton, soft and gay, 814:1,1997[A ]| And give a lavish loose to joy. 814:1,1998[A ]| His emptyed Quiver, and his Bow, 814:1,1999[A ]| In flowry Wreaths with rosy Garlands Crown'd, 814:1,2000[A ]| In Myrtle shades are hung, 814:1,2001[A ]| As Conquerors when the Victories won, 814:1,2002[A ]| Dispose their glorious Trophies all around. 814:1,2003[A ]| Soft Winds and Eccho's that do haunt each Grove, 814:1,2004[A ]| Still whisper, and repeat no other Songs than Love. 814:1,2005[A ]| Which round about the sacred Bower they sing, 814:1,2006[A ]| Where every thing arrives that's sweet and ravishing. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,2007[A ]| A thousand gloomy Walks the Bower contains, 814:1,2008[A ]| Sacred all to mighty Love; 814:1,2009[A ]| A thousand winding turns where Pleasure reigns; 814:1,2010[A ]| Obscur'd from day by twining Boughs above, 814:1,2011[A ]| Where Love invents a thousand Plays, 814:1,2012[A ]| Where Lovers act ten thousand Joys: 814:1,2013[A ]| Nature has taught each little Bird, 814:1,2014[A ]| A soft Example to afford; 814:1,2015[A ]| They Bill and Look, and Sing and Love, 814:1,2016[A ]| And Charm the Air, and Charm the Grove; 814:1,2017[A ]| Whilst underneath the Ravisht Swain is lying, 814:1,2018[A ]| Gazing, Sighing, Pressing, Dying; 814:1,2019[A ]| Still with new desire warm'd, 814:1,2020[A ]| Still with new Joy, new Rapture charm'd; 814:1,2021[A ]| Amongst the green soft Rivulets do pass, 814:1,2022[A ]| In winding Streams half hid in Flowers and Grass, 814:1,2023[A ]| Who Purl and Murmur as they glide along, 814:1,2024[A ]| And mix their Musick with the Shepherds Pipe and song, 814:1,2025[A ]| Which Eccho's through the sacred Bower repeat, 814:1,2026[A ]| Where every thing arrives that's ravishing and sweet. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,2027[A ]| The Virgin here shows no disdain, 814:1,2028[A ]| Nor does the Shepherd Sigh in vain, 814:1,2029[A ]| This knows no Cruelty, nor that no Pain: 814:1,2030[A ]| No Youth complains upon his rigorous fair; 814:1,2031[A ]| No injur'd Maid upon her perjur'd dear, 814:1,2032[A ]| 'Tis only Love, fond Love finds entrance here; 814:1,2033[A ]| The Notes of Birds, the Murmuring Boughs, 814:1,2034[A ]| When gentle Winds glide through the Glades, 814:1,2035[A ]| Soft Sighs of Love, and oft breath'd Vows, 814:1,2036[A ]| The tender Whisperings of the yielding Maids, 814:1,2037[A ]| Dashing Fountains, Purling Springs, 814:1,2038[A ]| The short breath'd crys from faint resistance sent. 814:1,2039[A ]| (Crys which no aid desires or brings) 814:1,2040[A ]| The soft effects of Fear and Languishment; 814:1,2041[A ]| The little struggling of the fair, 814:1,2042[A ]| The trembling force of the young Conqueror, 814:1,2043[A ]| The tender Arguments he brings, 814:1,2044[A ]| The pretty Non-sence with which she assails, 814:1,2045[A ]| Which as she speaks, she hopes it nought prevails. 814:1,2046[A ]| But yielding owns her Love above her Reasonings, 814:1,2047[A ]| Is all is heard: Silence and shade the rest. 814:1,2048[A ]| Which best with Love, which best with Joys consist, 814:1,2049[A ]| All which young Eccho's through the Bower does sing, 814:1,2050[A ]| Where every thing is heard, that's sweet and ravishing. 814:1,0000[' ]| 814:1,2051[A ]| Recesses Dark, and Grotto's all conspire, 814:1,2052[A ]| To favour Love and soft desire; 814:1,2053[A ]| Shades, Springs and Fountains flowry Beds, 814:1,2054[A ]| To Joys invites, to Pleasure leads, 814:1,2055[A ]| To pleasure which all Humane thought exceeds. 814:1,2056[A ]| Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, here all combine, 814:1,2057[A ]| To propagate Love's great design, 814:1,2058[A ]| And render the Appointments all Divine. 814:1,2059[A ]| After long toyl, 'tis here the Lover reaps, 814:1,2060[A ]| Transporting softnesses beyond his hopes; 814:1,2061[A ]| 'Tis here fair Eyes, all languishing impart 814:1,2062[A ]| The secrets of the fond inclining Heart; 814:1,2063[A ]| Fine Hands and Arms for tender Pressings made, 814:1,2064[A ]| In Love's dear business always are imploy'd: 814:1,2065[A ]| The soft Inchantments of the tongue, 814:1,2066[A ]| That does all other Eloquence controul, 814:1,2067[A ]| Is breath'd with broken Sighs among, 814:1,2068[A ]| Into the Ravish'd Shepherds Soul, 814:1,2069[A ]| Whilst all is taken, all is given, 814:1,2070[A ]| That can compleat a Lovers Heav'n: 814:1,2071[A ]| And Io*Peans through the woods do ring, 814:1,2072[A ]| From new fletch'd God, in Songs all Ravishing. 814:1,2073[A ]| Oh my dear \Lysidas\! my faithful Friend, 814:1,2074[A ]| Woud I cou'd here with all my Pleasures end: 814:1,2075[A ]| 'Twas Heaven! 'twas Extasie! each minute brought 814:1,2076[A ]| New Raptures to my Senses, Soul and Thought; 814:1,2077[A ]| Each Look, each Touch, my Ravisht fancy charm'd 814:1,2078[A ]| Each Accent of her Voice my Blood Alarm'd; 814:1,2079[A ]| I pant with every Glance, faint with a Kiss, 814:1,2080[A ]| Oh Judge my Transports then in higher Bliss. 814:1,2081[A ]| A while all Dead, between her Arms I lay, 814:1,2082[A ]| Unable to possess the conquer'd Joys; 814:1,2083[A ]| But by degrees my Soul its sense retriev'd; 814:1,2084[A ]| Shame and Confusion let me know I liv'd. 814:1,2085[A ]| I saw the trembling dis-appointed Maid, 814:1,2086[A ]| With charming angry Eyes my fault up-braid, 814:1,2087[A ]| While Love and Spight no kind Excuse affords, 814:1,2088[A ]| My Rage and Softness was above dull Words, 814:1,2089[A ]| And my Misfortune only was exprest, 814:1,2090[A ]| By Sighing out my Soul into her Brest: 814:1,2091[A ]| A thousand times I breath'd \Aminta's\ name, 814:1,2092[A ]| \Aminta\! call'd! but that increas'd my flame. 814:1,2093[A ]| And as the Tide of Love flow'd in, so fast 814:1,2094[A ]| My Low, my Ebbing Vigor out did hast. 814:1,2095[A ]| But 'twas not long, thus idly, and undone 814:1,2096[A ]| I lay, before vast Seas came rowling on, 814:1,2097[A ]| Spring-tides of Joy, that the rich neighboring shoar 814:1,2098[A ]| And down the fragrant Banks it proudly bore, 814:1,2099[A ]| O're-flow'd and ravisht all great Natures store. 814:1,2100[A ]| Swoln to Luxurious heights, no bounds it knows, 814:1,2101[A ]| But wantonly it Triumphs where it flows. 814:1,2102[A ]| Some God inform Thee of my blest Estate, 814:1,2103[A ]| But all their Powers divert thee from my Fate. 814:1,2104[A ]| 'Twas thus we liv'd the wonder of the Groves, 814:1,2105[A ]| Fam'd for our Love, our mutual constant Loves. 814:1,2106[A ]| Young Amorous Hero's at her Feet did fall, 814:1,2107[A ]| Despair'd and dy'd, whilst I was Lord of All; 814:1,2108[A ]| Her Empire o're my Soul each moment grew, 814:1,2109[A ]| New Charms each minute did appear in view, 814:1,2110[A ]| And each appointment Ravishing and New. 814:1,2111[A ]| Fonder each hour my tender Heart became, 814:1,2112[A ]| And that which us'd t' allay, increas'd my Flame. 814:1,2113[A ]| But on a day, oh may no chearful Ray, 814:1,2114[A ]| Of the Sun's Light, bless that succeeding day! 814:1,2115[A ]| May the black hours from the account be torn, 814:1,2116[A ]| May no fair thing upon thy day be born! 814:1,2117[A ]| May fate and Hell appoint thee for their own, 814:1,2118[A ]| May no good deed be in thy Circle done! 814:1,2119[A ]| May Rapes, Conspiricies and Murders stay, 814:1,2120[A ]| Till thou com'st on, and hatch em in thy day! 814:1,2121[A ]| ~~ 'Twas on this day all Joyful Gay and Fair, 814:1,2122[A ]| Fond as desire, and wanton as the Air; 814:1,2123[A ]| \Aminta\ did with me to the blest Bower repair. 814:1,2124[A ]| Beneath a Beechy Shade, a flowry Bed, 814:1,2125[A ]| Officious \Cupid's\ for our Pleasure spred, 814:1,2126[A ]| Where never did the Charmer ere impart, 814:1,2127[A ]| More Joy, more Rapture to my ravisht Heart: 814:1,2128[A ]| 'Twas all the first; 'twas all beginning Fire! 814:1,2129[A ]| 'Twas all new Love! new Pleasure! new Desire! 814:1,2130[A ]| ~~ Here stop my Soul ~~ 814:1,2131[A ]| Stop thy carreer of Vanity and Pride, 814:1,2132[A ]| And only say, ~~ \'twas here\ Aminta \dy'd\: 814:1,2133[A ]| The fleeting Soul as quickly dis-appears, 814:1,2134[A ]| As leaves blown off with Winds, or falling Stars; 814:1,2135[A ]| And Life its flight assum'd with such a pace; 814:1,2136[A ]| It took no farewel of her lovely Face 814:1,2137[A ]| The Fugitive not one Beauty did surprize, 814:1,2138[A ]| It scarce took time to languish in her eyes, 814:1,2139[A ]| But on my Bosom bow'd her charming Head; 814:1,2140[A ]| And sighing, these surprizing words she said: 814:1,2141[A ]| "Joy of my Soul, my faithful tender Youth, 814:1,2142[A ]| Lord of my Vows, and Miracle of Truth: 814:1,2143[A ]| Thou soft obliger ~~ : of thy Sex the best, 814:1,2144[A ]| Thou blessing too Extream to be possest; 814:1,2145[A ]| The Angry God, designing we must part, 814:1,2146[A ]| Do render back the Treasure of thy Heart; 814:1,2147[A ]| When in some new fair Breast, it finds a room, 814:1,2148[A ]| And I shall ly ~~ neglected ~~ in my Tomb ~~ 814:1,2149[A ]| Remember ~~ oh remember ~~ the fair she, 814:1,2150[A ]| Can never love thee, darling Youth, like me. 814:1,2151[A ]| Then with a Sigh she sunk into my Brest, 814:1,2152[A ]| While her fair Eyes, her last farewel exprest; 814:1,2153[A ]| To aiding God's I cry'd; but they were Deaf, 814:1,2154[A ]| And no kind pow'r afforded me relief: 814:1,2155[A ]| I call her name, I weep, I rave and faint, 814:1,2156[A ]| And none but Eccho's answer my Complaint; 814:1,2157[A ]| I Kiss and Bathe her stiffening Face with Tears, 814:1,2158[A ]| Press it to mine, as cold and pale as her's; 814:1,2159[A ]| The fading Roses of her Lips I press, 814:1,2160[A ]| But no kind Word the silenc'd Pratlers will confess; 814:1,2161[A ]| Her lovely Eyes I kiss, and call upon, 814:1,2162[A ]| But all their wonted answering Rhetorick's gone. 814:1,2163[A ]| Her charming little Hands in vain I ask, 814:1,2164[A ]| Those little Hands no more my Neck shall grasp; 814:1,2165[A ]| No more about my Face her Fingers play 814:1,2166[A ]| Nor brede my Hair, or the vain Curls display, 814:1,2167[A ]| No more her Tongue beguiling Stories tell, 814:1,2168[A ]| Whose wonderous Wit cou'd grace a Tale so well; 814:1,2169[A ]| All, all is fled, to Death's cold Mansion gone, 814:1,2170[A ]| And I am left benighted and undone, 814:1,2171[A ]| And every day my Fate is hasting on. 814:1,2172[A ]| From the inchanting Bower I madly fly, 814:1,2173[A ]| That Bower that now no more affords me Joy. 814:1,2174[A ]| \Love\ had not left for me one Bliss in store, 814:1,2175[A ]| Since my \Aminta\ cou'd dispence no more. 814:1,2176[A ]| ~~ Thence to a silent \Desert\ I advance, 814:1,2177[A ]| And call'd the \Desert of Remembrance\; 814:1,2178[A ]| A solitude upon a Mountain plac'd, 814:1,2179[A ]| All gloomy round, and wonderous high and vast, 814:1,2180[A ]| From whence \Love's\ Island all appears in view, 814:1,2181[A ]| And distant Prospects renders near and true; 814:1,2182[A ]| Each Bank, each Bower, each dear inviting Shade, 814:1,2183[A ]| That to our Sacred Loves was conscious made. 814:1,2184[A ]| Each flowry Bed, each Thicket and each Grove, 814:1,2185[A ]| Where I have lain Charm'd with \Aminta's\ Love. 814:1,2186[A ]| (Where e're she chear'd the day, and blest the Night) 814:1,2187[A ]| Eternally are present to my Sight. 814:1,2188[A ]| Where e're I turn, the Landskip does confess, 814:1,2189[A ]| Something that calls to mind past happiness. 814:1,2190[A ]| This \Lysidas\, this is my wretched state, 814:1,2191[A ]| 'Tis here I languish, and attend my Fate. 814:1,2192[A ]| But e're I go, 'twou'd wonderous Pleasure be, 814:1,2193[A ]| (If such a thing can e're arrive to me) 814:1,2194[A ]| To find some Pity (\Lysidas\) from thee. 814:1,2195[A ]| Then I shou'd take the Wind, and upward fly, 814:1,2196[A ]| And loose the Sight of this dull World with Joy. 814:1,2197[A ]| Your \Lysander\.