810:01,000[' ]| 810:01,000[' ]| 810:01,000[' ]| 810:01,000[' ]| 810:01,001[A ]| Whilst happy I Triumphant stood, 810:01,002[A ]| The Pride and Glory of the Wood; 810:01,003[A ]| My Aromatick Boughs and Fruit, 810:01,004[A ]| Did with all other Trees dispute. 810:01,005[A ]| Had right by Nature to excel, 810:01,006[A ]| In pleasing both the tast and smell: 810:01,007[A ]| But to the touch I must confess, 810:01,008[A ]| Bore and Ungrateful Sullenness. 810:01,009[A ]| My Wealth, like bashful Virgins, I 810:01,010[A ]| Yielded with some Reluctancy; 810:01,011[A ]| For which my vallue should be more, 810:01,012[A ]| Not giving easily my store. 810:01,013[A ]| My verdant Branches all the year, 810:01,014[A ]| Did an Eternal Beauty wear; 810:01,015[A ]| Did ever young and gay appear. 810:01,016[A ]| Nor needed any tribute pay, 810:01,017[A ]| For bounties from the God of Day: 810:01,018[A ]| Nor do I hold Supremacy, 810:01,019[A ]| (In all the Wood) o'er every Tree. 810:01,020[A ]| But even those too of my own Race, 810:01,021[A ]| That grow not in this happy place. 810:01,022[A ]| But that in which I glory most, 810:01,023[A ]| And do my self with Reason boast, 810:01,024[A ]| Beneath my shade the other day, 810:01,025[A ]| Young Philocles and Cloris lay, 810:01,026[A ]| Upon my Root she lean'd her head, 810:01,027[A ]| And where I grew, he made their Bed: 810:01,028[A ]| Whilst I the Canopy more largely spread. 810:01,029[A ]| Their trembling Limbs did gently press, 810:01,030[A ]| The kind supporting yielding Grass: 810:01,031[A ]| Ne'er half so blest as now, to bear 810:01,032[A ]| A Swain so Young, a Nimph so fair: 810:01,033[A ]| My Grateful Shade I kindly lent, 810:01,034[A ]| And every aiding Bough I bent 810:01,035[A ]| So low, as sometimes had the blisse, 810:01,036[A ]| To rob the Shepherd of a kiss, 810:01,037[A ]| Whilst he in Pleasures far above 810:01,038[A ]| The Sence of that degree of Love: 810:01,039[A ]| Permitted every stealth I made, 810:01,040[A ]| Unjealous of his Rival Shade. 810:01,041[A ]| I saw 'em kindle to desire, 810:01,042[A ]| Whilst with soft sighs they blew the fire: 810:01,043[A ]| Saw the approaches of their joy, 810:01,044[A ]| He growing fierce, and she less Coy, 810:01,045[A ]| Saw how they mingled melting Rays, 810:01,046[A ]| Exchanging Love a thousand ways. 810:01,047[A ]| Kind was the force on every side, 810:01,048[A ]| Her new desire she could not hide: 810:01,049[A ]| Nor wou'd the Shepherd be deny'd. 810:01,050[A ]| Impatient he waits no consent 810:01,051[A ]| But what she gave by Languishment, 810:01,052[A ]| The blessed Minute he pursu'd; 810:01,053[A ]| Whilst Love, her fear, and shame subdu'd; 810:01,054[A ]| And now transported in his Arms, 810:01,055[A ]| Yeilds to the Conqueror all her Charmes, 810:01,056[A ]| His panting Breast, to hers now join'd, 810:01,057[A ]| They feast on Raptures unconfin'd; 810:01,058[A ]| Vast and Luxuriant, such as prove 810:01,059[A ]| The immortality of Love. 810:01,060[A ]| For who but a Divinitie, 810:01,061[A ]| Could mingle Souls to that Degree; 810:01,062[A ]| And melt 'em into Extasie. 810:01,063[A ]| Now like the Phenix, both Expire, 810:01,064[A ]| While from the Ashes of their fire, 810:01,065[A ]| Sprung up a new, and soft desire. 810:01,066[A ]| Like Charmers, thrice they did invoke, 810:01,067[A ]| The God, and thrice new vigor took. 810:01,068[A ]| Nor had the Mysterie ended there, 810:01,069[A ]| But Cloris reassum'd her fear, 810:01,070[A ]| And chid the Swain, for having prest, 810:01,071[A ]| What she alas wou'd not resist: 810:01,072[A ]| Whilst he in whom Loves sacred flame, 810:01,073[A ]| Before and after was the same, 810:01,074[A ]| Fondly implor'd she wou'd forget 810:01,075[A ]| A fault, which he wou'd yet repeat. 810:01,076[A ]| From Active Joyes with some they hast, 810:01,077[A ]| To a Reflexion on the past; 810:01,078[A ]| A thousand times my Covert bless, 810:01,079[A ]| That did secure their Happiness: 810:01,080[A ]| Their Gratitude to every Tree 810:01,081[A ]| They pay, but most to happy me; 810:01,082[A ]| The Shepherdess my Bark carest, 810:01,083[A ]| Whilst he my Root, Love's Pillow, kist; 810:01,084[A ]| And did with sighs, their Fate deplore, 810:01,085[A ]| Since I must shelter them no more; 810:01,086[A ]| And if before my Joyes were such, 810:01,087[A ]| In having heard, and seen too much, 810:01,088[A ]| My Grief must be as great and high, 810:01,089[A ]| When all abandon'd I shall be, 810:01,090[A ]| Doom'd to a silent Destinie. 810:01,091[A ]| No more the Charming strife to hear, 810:01,092[A ]| The Shepherds Vows, the Virgins fear: 810:01,093[A ]| No more a joyful looker on, 810:01,094[A ]| Whilst Love's soft Battel's lost and won. 810:01,095[A ]| With grief I bow'd my murmering Head, 810:01,096[A ]| And all my Christal Dew I shed. 810:01,097[A ]| Which did in Cloris Pity move, 810:01,098[A ]| (Cloris whose Soul is made of Love;) 810:01,099[A ]| She cut me down, and did translate, 810:01,100[A ]| My being to a happier state. 810:01,101[A ]| No Martyr for Religion di'd 810:01,102[A ]| With half that Unconsidering Pride; 810:01,103[A ]| My top was on that Altar laid, 810:01,104[A ]| Where Love his softest Offerings paid: 810:01,105[A ]| And was as fragrant Incense burn'd, 810:01,106[A ]| My body into Busks was turn'd: 810:01,107[A ]| Where I still guard the Sacred Store, 810:01,108[A ]| And of Loves Temple keep the Door. 810:02,000[' ]| 810:02,000[' ]| 810:02,001[A ]| What doleful crys are these that fright my sence, 810:02,002[A ]| Sad as the Groans of dying Innocence? 810:02,003[A ]| The killing Accents now more near Aproach, 810:02,004[A ]| And the Infectious Sound, 810:02,005[A ]| Spreads and Inlarges all around; 810:02,006[A ]| And does all Hearts with Grief and Wonder touch. 810:02,007[A ]| The famous Gringil dead! even he, 810:02,008[A ]| That cou'd to us give Immortalitie; 810:02,009[A ]| Is to the Eternal silent Groves wirhdrawn, 810:02,010[A ]| Those sullen Groves of Everlasting Dawn; 810:02,011[A ]| Youthful as Flowers, scarce blown, whose opening Leaves, 810:02,012[A ]| A wond'rous and a fragrant Prospect gives, 810:02,013[A ]| Of what it's Elder Beauties wou'd display, 810:02,014[A ]| When they should flourish up to ripning May. 810:02,015[A ]| Witty as Pets, warm'd with Love and Wine, 810:02,016[A ]| Yet still spar'd Heaven and his Friend, 810:02,017[A ]| For both to him were Sacred and Divine: 810:02,018[A ]| Nor could he this no more then that offend. 810:02,019[A ]| Fixt as a Martry where he friendship paid, 810:02,020[A ]| And Generous as a God, 810:02,021[A ]| Distributing his Bounties all abraod; 810:02,022[A ]| And soft and gentle as a Love-sick Maid. 810:02,023[A ]| Great Master of the Noblest Mysterie, 810:02,024[A ]| That ever happy Knowledge did inspire; 810:02,025[A ]| Sacred as that of Poetry, 810:02,026[A ]| And which the wond'ring World does equally admire. 810:02,027[A ]| Great Natures work we do contemn, 810:02,028[A ]| When on his Glorious Births we meditate: 810:02,029[A ]| The Face and Eies, more Darts receiv'd from him, 810:02,030[A ]| Then all the Charms she can create. 810:02,031[A ]| The Difference is, his Beauties do beget 810:02,032[A ]| In the inamour'd Soul a Vertuous Heat: 810:02,033[A ]| While Natures Grosser Pieces move, 810:02,034[A ]| In the course road of Common Love: 810:02,035[A ]| So bold, yet soft, his touches were; 810:02,036[A ]| So round each part, so sweet and fair. 810:02,037[A ]| That as his Pencil mov'd men thought it prest, 810:02,038[A ]| The lively imitating rising Breast, 810:02,039[A ]| Which yield like Clouds, where little Angels rest: 810:02,040[A ]| The Limbs all easy as his Temper was; 810:02,041[A ]| Strong as his Mind, and manly too; 810:02,042[A ]| Large as his Soul his fancy was, and new: 810:02,043[A ]| And from himself he copyed every Grace, 810:02,044[A ]| For he had all that cou'd adorn a Face, 810:02,045[A ]| All that cou'd either Sex subdue. 810:02,046[A ]| Each Excellence he had that Youth has in its Pride, 810:02,047[A ]| And all Experienc'd Age cou'd teach, 810:02,048[A ]| At once the vigorous fire of this, 810:02,049[A ]| And every vertue which that cou'd Express. 810:02,050[A ]| In all the heights that both could reach; 810:02,051[A ]| And yet alas, in this Perfection di'd. 810:02,052[A ]| Dropt like a Blossom with the Northern blast, 810:02,053[A ]| (When all the scatter'd Leaves abroad were cast;) 810:02,054[A ]| As quick as if his fate had been in hast: 810:02,055[A ]| So have I seen an unfixt Star, 810:02,056[A ]| Out-shine the rest of all the Numerous Train, 810:02,057[A ]| As bright as that which Guides the Marriner, 810:02,058[A ]| Dart swiftly from its darken'd Sphere: 810:02,059[A ]| And nere shall sight the World again. 810:02,060[A ]| Ah why shou'd so much knowledge die! 810:02,061[A ]| Or with his last kind breath, 810:02,062[A ]| Why cou'd he not to some one friend bequeath 810:02,063[A ]| The Mighty Legacie! 810:02,064[A ]| But 'twas a knowledge given to him alone, 810:02,065[A ]| That his eternis'd Name might be 810:02,066[A ]| Admir'd to all Posteritie, 810:02,067[A ]| By all to whom his grateful Name was known. 810:02,068[A ]| Come all ye softer Beauties, come; 810:02,069[A ]| Bring Wreaths of Flowers to deck his tomb; 810:02,070[A ]| Mixt with the dismal Cypress and the Yew, 810:02,071[A ]| For he still gave your Charmes their due: 810:02,072[A ]| And from the injuries of Age and Time, 810:02,073[A ]| Preserv'd the sweetness of your Prime: 810:02,074[A ]| And best knew how t' adore that Sweetness too; 810:02,075[A ]| Bring all your Mournful Tributes here, 810:02,076[A ]| And let your Eyes a silent sorrow wear, 810:02,077[A ]| Till every Virgin for a while become; 810:02,078[A ]| Sad as his Fate, and like his Picture's Dumb. 810:03,000[' ]| 810:03,001[A ]| One day the Amorous Lysander, 810:03,002[A ]| By an impatient Passion sway'd, 810:03,003[A ]| Surpriz'd fair Cloris, that lov'd Maid, 810:03,004[A ]| Who could defend her self no longer. 810:03,005[A ]| All things did with his Love conspire; 810:03,006[A ]| That gilded Planet of the Day, 810:03,007[A ]| In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire, 810:03,008[A ]| Was now descending to the Sea, 810:03,009[A ]| And left no Light to guide the World, 810:03,010[A ]| But what from Cloris Brighter Eyes was hurld. 810:03,011[A ]| In a lone Thicket made for Love, 810:03,012[A ]| Silent as yielding Maids Consent, 810:03,013[A ]| She with a Charming Languishment, 810:03,014[A ]| Permits his Force, yet gently strove; 810:03,015[A ]| Her Hands his Bosom softly meet, 810:03,016[A ]| But not to put him back design'd 810:03,017[A ]| Rather to draw 'em on inclin'd: 810:03,018[A ]| Whilst he lay trembling at her Feet, 810:03,019[A ]| Resistance 'tis in vain to show; 810:03,020[A ]| She wants the pow'r to say ~~ Ah! What d' ye do? 810:03,021[A ]| Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe, 810:03,022[A ]| Where Love and Shame confus'dly strive, 810:03,023[A ]| Fresh Vigor to Lysander give; 810:03,024[A ]| And breathing faintly in his Ear, 810:03,025[A ]| She cry'd ~~ Cease, Cease ~~ your vain Desire, 810:03,026[A ]| Or I'll call out ~~ What would you do? 810:03,027[A ]| My Dearer Honour ev'n to You 810:03,028[A ]| I cannot, must not give ~~ Retire, 810:03,029[A ]| Or take this Life, whose chiefest part 810:03,030[A ]| I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart. 810:03,031[A ]| But he as much unus'd to Fear, 810:03,032[A ]| As he was capable of Love, 810:03,033[A ]| The blessed minutes to improve, 810:03,034[A ]| Kisses her Mouth, her Neck, her Hair; 810:03,035[A ]| Each Touch her new Desire Alarms, 810:03,036[A ]| His burning trembling Hand he prest 810:03,037[A ]| Upon her swelling Snowy Brest, 810:03,038[A ]| While she lay panting in his Arms. 810:03,039[A ]| All her Unguarded Beauties lie 810:03,040[A ]| The Spoils and Trophies of the Enemy. 810:03,041[A ]| And now without Respect or Fear, 810:03,042[A ]| He seeks the Object of his Vows, 810:03,043[A ]| (His Love no Modesty allows) 810:03,044[A ]| By swift degrees advancing ~~ where 810:03,045[A ]| His daring Hand that Altar seiz'd, 810:03,046[A ]| Where Gods of Love do sacrifice. 810:03,047[A ]| That Awful Throne, that Paradice 810:03,048[A ]| Where Rage is calm'd, and Anger pleas'd, 810:03,049[A ]| That Fountain where Delight still flows, 810:03,050[A ]| And gives the Universal World Repose. 810:03,051[A ]| Her Balmy Lips incountring his, 810:03,052[A ]| Their Bodies, as their Souls, are joyn'd; 810:03,053[A ]| Where both in Transports Unconfin'd 810:03,054[A ]| Extend themselves upon the Moss. 810:03,055[A ]| Cloris half dead and breathless lay; 810:03,056[A ]| Her soft Eyes cast a Humid Light, 810:03,057[A ]| Such as divides the Day and Night; 810:03,058[A ]| Or falling Stars, whose fires decay: 810:03,059[A ]| And now no signs of Life she shows, 810:03,060[A ]| But what in short-breath'd Sighs returns and goes. 810:03,061[A ]| He saw how at her Length she lay, 810:03,062[A ]| He saw her rising Bosom bare; 810:03,063[A ]| Her loose thin Robes, through which appear 810:03,064[A ]| A Shape design'd for Love and Play; 810:03,065[A ]| Abandon'd by her Pride and Shame, 810:03,066[A ]| She does her softest Joys dispence, 810:03,067[A ]| Off'ring her Virgin-Innocence 810:03,068[A ]| A Victim to Loves Sacred Flame; 810:03,069[A ]| While the o'er-ravish'd Shepherd lies 810:03,070[A ]| Unable to perform the Sacrificie. 810:03,071[A ]| Ready to taste a thousand Joys, 810:03,072[A ]| The too transported hapless Swain 810:03,073[A ]| Found the vast Pleasure turn'd to Pain; 810:03,074[A ]| Pleasure which too much Love destroys: 810:03,075[A ]| The willing Garments by he laid, 810:03,076[A ]| And Heaven all open'd to his view, 810:03,077[A ]| Mad to possess, himself he threw 810:03,078[A ]| On the Defenceless Lovely Maid. 810:03,079[A ]| But Oh what envying Gods conspire 810:03,080[A ]| To snatch his Power, yet leave him the Desire! 810:03,081[A ]| Nature's Support, (without whose Aid 810:03,082[A ]| She can no Humane Being give) 810:03,083[A ]| It self now wants the Art to live; 810:03,084[A ]| Faintness its slack'ned Nerves invade: 810:03,085[A ]| In vain th' inraged Youth essay'd 810:03,086[A ]| To call its fleeting Vigor back, 810:03,087[A ]| No motion 'twill from Motion take; 810:03,088[A ]| Excess of Love his Love betray'd: 810:03,089[A ]| In vain he Toils, in vain Commands; 810:03,090[A ]| The Insensible fell weeping in his Hand. 810:03,091[A ]| In this so Amorous Cruel Strife, 810:03,092[A ]| Where Love and Fate were too severe, 810:03,093[A ]| The poor Lysander in despair 810:03,094[A ]| Renounc'd his Reason with his Life: 810:03,095[A ]| Now all the brisk and active Fire 810:03,096[A ]| That should the Nobler Part inflame, 810:03,097[A ]| Serv'd to increase his Rage and Shame, 810:03,098[A ]| And left no Spark for New Desire: 810:03,099[A ]| Not all her naked Charms cou'd move 810:03,100[A ]| Or calm that Rage that had debauch'd his Love. 810:03,101[A ]| Cloris returning from the Trance 810:03,102[A ]| Which Love and soft Desire had bred, 810:03,103[A ]| Her timerous Hand she gently laid 810:03,104[A ]| (Or guided by Design or Chance) 810:03,105[A ]| Upon that Fabulous Priapas, 810:03,106[A ]| That Potent God, as Poets feign; 810:03,107[A ]| But never did young Shepherdess, 810:03,108[A ]| Gath'ring of Fern upon the Plain, 810:03,109[A ]| More nimbly draw her Fingers back, 810:03,110[A ]| Finding beneath the verdant Leaves a snake: 810:03,111[A ]| Than Cloris her fair Hand withdrew, 810:03,112[A ]| Finding that God of her Desires 810:03,113[A ]| Disarm'd of all his Awful Fires, 810:03,114[A ]| And Cold as Flow'rs bath'd in the Morning-Dew. 810:03,115[A ]| Who can the Nymph's Confusion guess? 810:03,116[A ]| The Blood forsook the hinder Place, 810:03,117[A ]| And strew'd with Blushes all her Face, 810:03,118[A ]| Which both Disdain and Shame exprest: 810:03,119[A ]| And from Lysander's Arms she fled, 810:03,120[A ]| Leaving him fainting on the Gloomy Bed. 810:03,121[A ]| Like Lightning through the Groves she hies, 810:03,122[A ]| Or Daphne from the Delphick God, 810:03,123[A ]| No Print upon the grassey Road 810:03,124[A ]| She leaves, t' instruct pursuing Eyes. 810:03,125[A ]| The Wind that wanton'd in her Hair, 810:03,126[A ]| And with her Ruffled Garments plaid, 810:03,127[A ]| Discover'd in the Flying Maid 810:03,128[A ]| All that the Gods e'er made, of Fair. 810:03,129[A ]| So Venus, when her Love was slain, 810:03,130[A ]| With Fear and Haste flew o'er the Fatal Plain. 810:03,131[A ]| The Nymph's Resentments none but I 810:03,132[A ]| Can well Imagine or Condole; 810:03,133[A ]| But none can guess Lysander's Soul, 810:03,134[A ]| But those who sway'd his Destiny. 810:03,135[A ]| His silent Griefs swell up to Storms, 810:03,136[A ]| And not one God his Fury spares; 810:03,137[A ]| He curs'd his Birth, his Fate, his Stars; 810:03,138[A ]| But more the Shepherdess's Charms, 810:03,139[A ]| Whose soft bewitching Influence 810:03,140[A ]| Had Damn'd him to the Hell of Impotence.