401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,000[' ]| < ~~ Modumque> 401:01,000[' ]| 401:01,001[A ]| You heedless Maids, whose young and tender hearts 401:01,002[A ]| Unwounded yet, have scap'd the fatal darts; 401:01,003[A ]| Let the sad tale of wretched Byblis move, 401:01,004[A ]| And learn by her to shun forbidden Love. 401:01,005[A ]| Not all the plenty, all the bright resort 401:01,006[A ]| Of gallant Youth, that grac'd the Carian Court, 401:01,007[A ]| Could charm the haughty Nymphs disdainful heart, 401:01,008[A ]| Or from a Brother's guilty Love divert; 401:01,009[A ]| Caunus she lov'd, not as a Sister ought, 401:01,010[A ]| But Honour, Shame and Blood alike forgot: 401:01,011[A ]| Caunus alone takes up her Thoughts and Eyes, 401:01,012[A ]| For him alone she wishes, grieves and sighs. 401:01,013[A ]| At first her new-born Passion owns no name, 401:01,014[A ]| A glim'ring Spark scarce kindling into flame; 401:01,015[A ]| She thinks it no offence, if from his Lip 401:01,016[A ]| She snatch an harmless bliss, if her fond clip 401:01,017[A ]| With loose embraces oft his Neck surround, 401:01,018[A ]| And Love is yet in debts of Nature drown'd. 401:01,019[A ]| But Love at length grows naughty by degrees, 401:01,020[A ]| And now she likes, and strives her self to please: 401:01,021[A ]| Well-drest she comes and arms her Eyes with darts, 401:01,022[A ]| Her Smiles with charms and all the studied arts, 401:01,023[A ]| Which practis'd Love can teach to vanquish hearts. 401:01,024[A ]| Industrious now she labours to be fair, 401:01,025[A ]| And envies all whoever fairer are. 401:01,026[A ]| Yet knows she not, she loves, but still does grow, 401:01,027[A ]| Insensibly that thing she does not know: 401:01,028[A ]| Strict honour yet her check'd desires does bind, 401:01,029[A ]| And modest thoughts on this side wish confin'd: 401:01,030[A ]| Only within she sooths her pleasing flames, 401:01,031[A ]| And now the hated terms of Blood disclaims: 401:01,032[A ]| Brother sounds harsh; she the unpleasing word 401:01,033[A ]| Strives to forget and oftner calls him Lord: 401:01,034[A ]| And when the name of Sister grates her ear, 401:01,035[A ]| Could wish't unsaid, and rather Byblis hear. 401:01,036[A ]| Nor dare she yet with waking Thoughts admit 401:01,037[A ]| A wanton hope: but when returning night 401:01,038[A ]| With Sleep's soft gentle spell her Senses charms, 401:01,039[A ]| Kind Fancy often brings him to her Arms: 401:01,040[A ]| In them she oft does the lov'd Shadow seem 401:01,041[A ]| To grasp, and joys, yet blushes too in Dream. 401:01,042[A ]| She wakes, and long in wonder silent lies, 401:01,043[A ]| And thinks on her late pleasing Extasies: 401:01,044[A ]| Now likes and now abhors her guilty flame, 401:01,045[A ]| By turns abandon'd to her Love and Shame: 401:01,046[A ]| At length her struggling thoughts an utt'rance find, 401:01,047[A ]| And vent the wild disorders of her mind. 401:01,048[A ]| "Ah me! (she cries) kind Heaven avert! what means 401:01,049[A ]| This boading form, that nightly rides my dreams? 401:01,050[A ]| Grant 'em untrue! why should lewd hope divine? 401:01,051[A ]| Ah! why was this too charming Vision seen? 401:01,052[A ]| 'Tis true, by the most envious wretch that sees, 401:01,053[A ]| He's own'd all fair and lovely, ow'd a prize 401:01,054[A ]| Worthy the conquest of the brightest eyes: 401:01,055[A ]| A prize that wou'd my high'st ambition fill, 401:01,056[A ]| All I could wish; ~~ but he's my Brother still! 401:01,057[A ]| That cruel word for ever must disjoyn, 401:01,058[A ]| Nor can I hope, but thus, to have him mine. 401:01,059[A ]| Since then I waking never must possess, 401:01,060[A ]| Let me in sleep at least enjoy the bliss, 401:01,061[A ]| And sure nice Vertue can't forbid me this: 401:01,062[A ]| Kind sleep does no malicious spies admit, 401:01,063[A ]| Yet yields a lively semblance of delight: 401:01,064[A ]| Gods! what a scene of joy was that! how fast 401:01,065[A ]| I clasp'd the Vision to my panting breast! 401:01,066[A ]| With what fierce bounds I sprung to meet my bliss, 401:01,067[A ]| While my rapt soul flew out in every kiss! 401:01,068[A ]| Till breathless, faint and softly sunk away, 401:01,069[A ]| I all dissolv'd in reeking pleasures lay! 401:01,070[A ]| How sweet is the remembrance yet! though night 401:01,071[A ]| Too hasty fled, drove on by envious light. 401:01,072[A ]| O that we might the Laws of Nature break! 401:01,073[A ]| How well could Caunus me an Husband make! 401:01,074[A ]| How well to Wife might he his Byblis take! 401:01,075[A ]| Wou'd God! in all things we had partners bin 401:01,076[A ]| Besides our Parents and our fatal Kin: 401:01,077[A ]| Wou'd thou wert nobler, I more meanly born, 401:01,078[A ]| Then guiltless I'd despair'd and suffere'd scorn: 401:01,079[A ]| Happy that Maid unknown, whoe're shall prove 401:01,080[A ]| So blest, so envied, to deserve thy love. 401:01,081[A ]| Unhappy me! whom the same womb did joyn, 401:01,082[A ]| Which now forbids me ever to be thine: 401:01,083[A ]| Curst fate! that we alone in that agree, 401:01,084[A ]| By which we ever must divided be. 401:01,085[A ]| And must we be? what meant my Visions then? 401:01,086[A ]| Are they and all their dear presages vain? 401:01,087[A ]| Have drams no credit but with easie love? 401:01,088[A ]| Or do they hit sometimes and faithful prove? 401:01,089[A ]| The Gods forbid! yet those whom I invoke, 401:01,090[A ]| Have lov'd like me, have their own Sisters took: 401:01,091[A ]| Great Saturn and his greater Off-spring Jove, 401:01,092[A ]| Both stock'd their Heaven with incestuous love: 401:01,093[A ]| Gods have their priviledge; why do I strive 401:01,094[A ]| To strain my hopes to their Prerogative? 401:01,095[A ]| No, let me banish this forbidden fire, 401:01,096[A ]| Or quench it with my blood, and with't expire: 401:01,097[A ]| Unstain'd in honour, and unhurt in fame, 401:01,098[A ]| Let the same Grave bury my Love and Shame: 401:01,099[A ]| But when at my last hour I gasping lie, 401:01,100[A ]| Let only my kind Murderer be by: 401:01,101[A ]| Let him, while I breath out my soul in sighs, 401:01,102[A ]| Or gaze't away, look on with pittying eyes: 401:01,103[A ]| Let him (for sure he can't deny me this) 401:01,104[A ]| Seal my cold Lips with one dear parting Kiss. 401:01,105[A ]| Besides, 'twere vain should I alone agree 401:01,106[A ]| To what another's will must ratifie: 401:01,107[A ]| Cou'd I be so abandon'd to consent, 401:01,108[A ]| What I have pass'd for good and innocent, 401:01,109[A ]| He may perhaps as worst of Crimes resent. 401:01,110[A ]| Yet we amongst our race examples find 401:01,111[A ]| Of Brothers, who have been to Sisters kind: 401:01,112[A ]| Fam'd Canace cou'd thus successful prove, 401:01,113[A ]| Cou'd crown her wishes in a Brother's love. 401:01,114[A ]| But whence cou'd I these instances produce? 401:01,115[A ]| How came I witty to my ruine thus? 401:01,116[A ]| Whither will this mad frenzy hurry on? 401:01,117[A ]| Hence, hence, you naughty flames, far hence be gone, 401:01,118[A ]| Nor let me e're the shameful Passion own. 401:01,119[A ]| And yet shou'd he address I shou'd forgive, 401:01,120[A ]| I fear, I fear, I shou'd his suit receive: 401:01,121[A ]| Shall therefore I, who cou'd not love disown 401:01,122[A ]| Offer'd by him, not mine to him make known? 401:01,123[A ]| And canst thou speak? can thy bold tongue declare? 401:01,124[A ]| Yes, Love shall force: ~~ and now methinks I dare. 401:01,125[A ]| But lest fond modesty at length refuse, 401:01,126[A ]| I will some sure and better method chuse: 401:01,127[A ]| A Letter shall my secret flames disclose, 401:01,128[A ]| And hide my Blushes, but reveal their cause. 401:01,129[A ]| This takes, and 'tis resolv'd as soon as said, 401:01,130[A ]| With this she rais'd her self upon her bed, 401:01,131[A ]| And propping with her hand her leaning head: 401:01,132[A ]| "Happen what will (says she) I'le make him know 401:01,133[A ]| What pains, what raging pains I undergo: 401:01,134[A ]| Ah me! I rave! what tempests shake my breast? 401:01,135[A ]| And where? O where will this distraction rest? 401:01,136[A ]| Trembling her Thoughts endite, and oft her Eye 401:01,137[A ]| Looks back for fear of conscious spies too nigh: 401:01,138[A ]| One hand her Paper, t'other holds her Pen, 401:01,139[A ]| And Tears supply what Ink her Lines must drain. 401:01,140[A ]| Now she begins, now stops, and stopping frames 401:01,141[A ]| New doubts, now writes, and now her Writing damns. 401:01,142[A ]| She writes, defaces, alters, likes and blames: 401:01,143[A ]| Oft throws in haste her Pen and Paper by, 401:01,144[A ]| Then takes 'em up again as hastily: 401:01,145[A ]| Unsteady her resolves, fickle and vain, 401:01,146[A ]| No sooner made, but strait unmade again: 401:01,147[A ]| What her desires wou'd have she does not know, 401:01,148[A ]| Displeas'd with all what e're she goes to do: 401:01,149[A ]| At once contending, shame and hope and fear 401:01,150[A ]| Wrack her tost mind, and in her looks appear. 401:01,151[A ]| Sister was wrote; but soon mis-giving doubt 401:01,152[A ]| Recals it, and the guilty word blots out: 401:01,153[A ]| Again she pauses, and again begins, 401:01,154[A ]| At length her Pen drops out these hasty Lines. 401:01,155[A ]| "Kind health, which you and only you can grant, 401:01,156[A ]| Which, if deny'd, she must for ever want; 401:01,157[A ]| To you your Lover sends: ah! blushing shame 401:01,158[A ]| In silence bids her Paper hide her name: 401:01,159[A ]| Wou'd God! the fatal message might be done 401:01,160[A ]| Without annexing it, nor Byblis known, 401:01,161[A ]| E're blest success her hopes and wishes crown. 401:01,162[A ]| And now had I my smother'd grief conceal'd, 401:01,163[A ]| It might by tokens past have been reveal'd: 401:01,164[A ]| A thousand proofs were ready to impart 401:01,165[A ]| The inward anguish of my wounded heart: 401:01,166[A ]| Oft, as your sight a sudden blush did raise, 401:01,167[A ]| My blood came up to meet you at my face: 401:01,168[A ]| Oft (if you call to mind) my longing Eyes 401:01,169[A ]| Betray'd in looks my souls too thin disguise: 401:01,170[A ]| Think how their Tears, think how my heaving Breast 401:01,171[A ]| Oft in deep sighs some cause unknown confest: 401:01,172[A ]| Think how these Arms did oft with fierce embrace, 401:01,173[A ]| Eager as my desires, about you press: 401:01,174[A ]| These Lips too (when they cou'd so happy prove, 401:01,175[A ]| Had you but mark'd) with close warm kisses strove 401:01,176[A ]| To whisper something more than Sisters love. 401:01,177[A ]| And yet, though rankling grief my mind distrest, 401:01,178[A ]| Though raging flames within burnt up my breast, 401:01,179[A ]| Long time I did the mighty pain endure, 401:01,180[A ]| Long strove to bring the fierce disease to cure: 401:01,181[A ]| Witness ye cruel Pow'rs, who did inspire 401:01,182[A ]| This strange, this fatal, this resistless fire, 401:01,183[A ]| Witness what pains (for you alone can know) 401:01,184[A ]| This helpless wretch to quench't did undergo: 401:01,185[A ]| A thousand Racks, and Martyrdoms, and more 401:01,186[A ]| Than a weak Virgin can be thought, I bore: 401:01,187[A ]| O'rematch'd in pow'r at last I'm forc'd to yield, 401:01,188[A ]| And to the conqu'ring God resign the field: 401:01,189[A ]| To you, dear cause of all, I make address, 401:01,190[A ]| From you with humble pray'rs I beg redress: 401:01,191[A ]| You rule alone my arbitrary fate, 401:01,192[A ]| And life and death on your disposal wait: 401:01,193[A ]| Ordain, as you think fit; deny, or grant, 401:01,194[A ]| Yet know no stranger is your suppliant; 401:01,195[A ]| But she, who, though to you by Blood allied 401:01,196[A ]| In nearest bonds, in nearer wou'd be tied. 401:01,197[A ]| Let doating age debate of Law and Right, 401:01,198[A ]| And gravely state the bounds of just and fit; 401:01,199[A ]| Whose wisdom's but their envy, to destroy 401:01,200[A ]| And bar those pleasures which they can't enjoy: 401:01,201[A ]| Our blooming years, more sprightly and more gay, 401:01,202[A ]| By Nature were design'd for love and play: 401:01,203[A ]| Youth knows no check, but leaps weak Vertues fence, 401:01,204[A ]| And briskly hunts the noble chase of sence: 401:01,205[A ]| Without dull thinking we enjoyment trace, 401:01,206[A ]| And call that lawful, whatsoe're does please. 401:01,207[A ]| Nor will our guilt want instances alone, 401:01,208[A ]| 'Tis what the glorious Gods above have done: 401:01,209[A ]| Let's follow where those great examples went, 401:01,210[A ]| Nor think that Sin, where Heaven's a precedent. 401:01,211[A ]| Let neither aw of Father's frowns, nor shame 401:01,212[A ]| For ought that can be told by babbling fame, 401:01,213[A ]| Nor any gastlier fantom, fear can frame, 401:01,214[A ]| Frighten or stop us in our way to bliss, 401:01,215[A ]| But boldly let us rush on happiness: 401:01,216[A ]| Where glorious hazzards shall enhance delight, 401:01,217[A ]| And that, that makes it dangerous make it great. 401:01,218[A ]| Relation too, which does our fault increase, 401:01,219[A ]| Will serve that fault the better to disguise; 401:01,220[A ]| That lets us now in private often meet 401:01,221[A ]| Bless'd opportunities for stoln delight: 401:01,222[A ]| In publick often we embrace and kiss, 401:01,223[A ]| And fear no jealous, no suspecting eyes. 401:01,224[A ]| How little more remains for me to crave! 401:01,225[A ]| How little more for you to give! O save 401:01,226[A ]| A wretched Maid undone by love and you, 401:01,227[A ]| Who does in tears and dying accents sue; 401:01,228[A ]| Who bleeds that Passion she had ne're reveal'd, 401:01,229[A ]| If not by love, almighty love compel'd: 401:01,230[A ]| Nor ever let her mournful Tomb complain, 401:01,231[A ]| Here Byblis lies, kill'd by your cold disdain. 401:01,232[A ]| Here forc'd to end, for want of room, not will 401:01,233[A ]| To add, her lines the crowded Margin fill, 401:01,234[A ]| Nor space allow for more: she trembling, folds 401:01,235[A ]| The Paper, which her shameful message holds; 401:01,236[A ]| And sealing, as she wept with boading fear, 401:01,237[A ]| She wet her Signet with a falling Tear. 401:01,238[A ]| This done, a trusty Messenger she call'd, 401:01,239[A ]| And in kind words the whisper'd Errand told: 401:01,240[A ]| Go, carry this with faithful care, she said. 401:01,241[A ]| To my dear, ~~ there she paus'd a while, and staid, 401:01,242[A ]| And by and by ~~ Brother ~~ was heard to add: 401:01,243[A ]| As she deliver'd it with her commands, 401:01,244[A ]| The Letter fell from out her trembling hands, 401:01,245[A ]| Dismay'd with the ill Omen, she anew 401:01,246[A ]| Doubted success, and held, yet bad him go. 401:01,247[A ]| He goes, and after quick admission got 401:01,248[A ]| To Caunus hands the fatal secret brought: 401:01,249[A ]| Soon as the doubtful Youth a glance had cast 401:01,250[A ]| On the first lines, and guest by them the rest, 401:01,251[A ]| Strait horror and amazement fill'd his breast: 401:01,252[A ]| Impatient with his rage he could not stay 401:01,253[A ]| To see the end, but threw't half read away. 401:01,254[A ]| Scarce could his hands the trembling wretch forbear, 401:01,255[A ]| Nor did his tongue these angry threatnings spare: 401:01,256[A ]| Fly hence, nor longer my chaf'd fury trust, 401:01,257[A ]| Thou cursed Pander of detested lust; 401:01,258[A ]| Fly quickly hence, and to thy swiftness owe 401:01,259[A ]| Thy life, a forfeit to my vengeance due: 401:01,260[A ]| Which, had not danger of my Honour crost, 401:01,261[A ]| Thou'dst paid by this, and been sent back a ghost. 401:01,262[A ]| He the rough orders strait obeys, and bears 401:01,263[A ]| The killing news to wretched Byblis ears; 401:01,264[A ]| Like striking thunder the fierce tidings stun, 401:01,265[A ]| And to her heart quicker than light'ning run: 401:01,266[A ]| The frighted blood forsakes her gastly face, 401:01,267[A ]| And a short death does every member seize: 401:01,268[A ]| But soon as sense returns, her frenzy too 401:01,269[A ]| Returns, and in these words breaks forth anew. 401:01,270[A ]| "And justly serv'd; ~~ for why did foolish I 401:01,271[A ]| Consent to make this rash discovery? 401:01,272[A ]| Why did I thus in hasty lines reveal 401:01,273[A ]| That dang'rous secret, Honour would conceal? 401:01,274[A ]| I shou'd have first with art disguis'd the hook, 401:01,275[A ]| And found him hung at lest, before I strook: 401:01,276[A ]| From shore I shou'd have first descri'd the wind, 401:01,277[A ]| Whether 'twould prove to my adventure kind, 401:01,278[A ]| E're I to untry'd Seas my self resign'd: 401:01,279[A ]| Now dash'd on Rocks unable to retire, 401:01,280[A ]| I must i'th' wreck of all my hopes expire. 401:01,281[A ]| And was I not by tokens plain enough 401:01,282[A ]| Forewarn'd to quit my inauspicious Love? 401:01,283[A ]| Did not the Fates my ill success foretel, 401:01,284[A ]| When from my hands th' unhappy Letter fell? 401:01,285[A ]| So should my hopes have done, and my design, 401:01,286[A ]| That, or the day should then have alter'd bin; 401:01,287[A ]| But rather the unlucky day; when Heaven 401:01,288[A ]| Such ominous proofs of its dislike had given: 401:01,289[A ]| And so it had, had not mad Passion sway'd, 401:01,290[A ]| And Reason been by blinder Love misled. 401:01,291[A ]| Besides (alas!) I shou'd my self have gone, 401:01,292[A ]| Nor made my Pen a proxy to my Tongue; 401:01,293[A ]| Much more I could have spoke, much more have told, 401:01,294[A ]| Than a short Letters narrow room would hold: 401:01,295[A ]| He might have seen my Looks, my wishing Eyes, 401:01,296[A ]| My melting Tears, and heard my begging Sighs; 401:01,297[A ]| About his Neck I could have flung my Arms, 401:01,298[A ]| And been all over Love, all over Charms; 401:01,299[A ]| Grasp'd and hung on his Knees, and there have dyed, 401:01,300[A ]| There breath'd my gasping Soul out if denied: 401:01,301[A ]| This and ten thousand things I might have done 401:01,302[A ]| To make my Passion with advantage known; 401:01,303[A ]| Which if they each could not have bent his mind, 401:01,304[A ]| Yet surely all had forc'd him to be kind. 401:01,305[A ]| Perhaps he whom I sent was too in fault, 401:01,306[A ]| Nor rightly tim'd his Message, as he ought; 401:01,307[A ]| I fear he went in some ill-chosen hour, 401:01,308[A ]| When cloudy weather made his temper lour. 401:01,309[A ]| Not those calm seasons of the mind, which prove 401:01,310[A ]| The fittest to receive the seeds of love. 401:01,311[A ]| These things have ruin'd me; for doubtless he 401:01,312[A ]| Is made of humane flesh and blood like me; 401:01,313[A ]| He suck'd no Tygress sure, nor Mountain Bear, 401:01,314[A ]| Nor does his breast relentless Marble wear. 401:01,315[A ]| He must, he shall consent, again I'le try, 401:01,316[A ]| And try again, if he again deny: 401:01,317[A ]| No scorn, no harsh repulse, or rough defeat 401:01,318[A ]| Shall ever my desires, or hopes rebate. 401:01,319[A ]| My earnest suits shall never give him rest, 401:01,320[A ]| While Life, and Love more durable, shall last: 401:01,321[A ]| Alive I'le press, till breath in pray'rs be lost, 401:01,322[A ]| And after come a kind beseeching ghost. 401:01,323[A ]| For, if I might, what I have done, recall, 401:01,324[A ]| The first point were, not to have done't at all; 401:01,325[A ]| But since 'tis done, the second to be gain'd 401:01,326[A ]| Is now to have, what I have sought, attain'd: 401:01,327[A ]| For he, though I should now my wishes quit, 401:01,328[A ]| Can never my unchaste attempts forget: 401:01,329[A ]| Should I desist, 'twill be believ'd that I 401:01,330[A ]| By slightly asking, taught him to deny; 401:01,331[A ]| Or that I tempted him with wily fraud, 401:01,332[A ]| And snares for his unwary Honour laid: 401:01,333[A ]| Or, what I sent (and the belief were just) 401:01,334[A ]| Were not th' efforts of Love, but shameful Lust. 401:01,335[A ]| In fine, I now dare any thing that's ill; 401:01,336[A ]| I've writ, I have solicited, my will 401:01,337[A ]| Has been debauch'd; and shou'd I thus give out, 401:01,338[A ]| I cannot chaste and innocent be thought: 401:01,339[A ]| Much there is wanting still to be fulfill'd, 401:01,340[A ]| Much to my wish, but little to my guilt. 401:01,341[A ]| She spoke; but such is her unsetled mind, 401:01,342[A ]| It shifts from thought to thought, like veering wind, 401:01,343[A ]| Now to this point and now to that inclin'd: 401:01,344[A ]| What she could wish had unattempted been, 401:01,345[A ]| She strait is eager to attempt agen: 401:01,346[A ]| What she repents, she acts; and now lets loose 401:01,347[A ]| The reins to Love, nor any bound allows: 401:01,348[A ]| Repulse upon repulse unmov'd she bears, 401:01,349[A ]| And still sues on, while she her suit despairs. 401:02,000[' ]| 401:02,000[' ]| 401:02,000[' ]| 401:02,000[' ]| 401:02,000[' ]| 401:02,001[A ]| I mourn Adonis, fair Adonis dead, 401:02,002[A ]| He's dead, and all that's lovely, with him fled: 401:02,003[A ]| Come all ye Loves, come hither and bemoan 401:02,004[A ]| The charming sweet Adonis dead and gone: 401:02,005[A ]| Rise from thy Purple Bed, and rich Alcove, 401:02,006[A ]| Throw off thy gay attire, great Queen of Love: 401:02,007[A ]| Henceforth in sad and mournful weeds appear, 401:02,008[A ]| And all the marks of grief and sorrow wear, 401:02,009[A ]| And tear thy locks, and beat thy panting breast, 401:02,010[A ]| And cry, My dear Adonis is deceast. 401:02,011[A ]| I mourn Adonis, the soft Loves bemoan 401:02,012[A ]| The gentle sweet Adonis dead and gone. 401:02,013[A ]| On the cold Mountain lies the wretched Youth, 401:02,014[A ]| Kill'd by a Savage Boar's unpitying tooth: 401:02,015[A ]| In his white thigh the fatal stroke is found, 401:02,016[A ]| Not whiter was that tooth, that gave the wound: 401:02,017[A ]| From the wide wound fast flows the streaming gore, 401:02,018[A ]| And stains that skin which was all snow before: 401:02,019[A ]| His breath with quick short tremblings comes and goes, 401:02,020[A ]| And Death his fainting eyes begins to close: 401:02,021[A ]| From his pale lips the ruddy colour's fled, 401:02,022[A ]| Fled, and has left his kisses cold and dead: 401:02,023[A ]| Yet Venus never will his kisses leave, 401:02,024[A ]| The Goddess ever to his lips will cleave: 401:02,025[A ]| The kiss of her dear Youth does please her still, 401:02,026[A ]| But her poor Youth does not the pleasure feel: 401:02,027[A ]| Dead he feels not her love, feels not her grief, 401:02,028[A ]| Feels not her kiss, which might ev'n life retrive. 401:02,029[A ]| I mourn Adonis, the sad Loves bemoan 401:02,030[A ]| The comely fair Adonis dead and gone. 401:02,031[A ]| Deep in his Thigh, deep went the killing smart, 401:02,032[A ]| But deeper far it goes in Venus heart: 401:02,033[A ]| His faithful Dogs about the Mountain yell, 401:02,034[A ]| And the hard fate of their dead Master tell: 401:02,035[A ]| The troubled Nymphs alike in doleful strains 401:02,036[A ]| Proclaim his death through all the Fields and Plains: 401:02,037[A ]| But the sad Goddess, most of all forlorn, 401:02,038[A ]| With love distracted, and with sorrow torn, 401:02,039[A ]| Wild in her look, and ruful in her air, 401:02,040[A ]| With garments rent, and with dishevel'd hair, 401:02,041[A ]| Through Brakes, through Thickets, and through pathless ways, 401:02,042[A ]| Through Woods, through Haunts and Dens of Savages, 401:02,043[A ]| Undrest, unshod, careless of Honor, Fame, 401:02,044[A ]| And Danger, flies, and calls on his lov'd name. 401:02,045[A ]| Rude Brambles, as she goes, her body tear, 401:02,046[A ]| And her cut feet with blood the stones besmear. 401:02,047[A ]| She thoughtless of the unfelt smart flies on, 401:02,048[A ]| And fills the Woods and Valllies with her moan, 401:02,049[A ]| Loudly does on the Stars and Fates complain, 401:02,050[A ]| And prays them give Adonis back again: 401:02,051[A ]| But he, alas; the wretched Youth, alas! 401:02,052[A ]| Lies cold and stiff, extended on the grass: 401:02,053[A ]| There lies he steep'd in gore, there lies he drown'd 401:02,054[A ]| In purple streams, that gush from his own wound. 401:02,055[A ]| All the soft band of Loves their Mother mourn, 401:02,056[A ]| At once of beauty, and of love forlorn. 401:02,057[A ]| Venus has lost her Lover, and each grace, 401:02,058[A ]| That sate before in triumph in her face, 401:02,059[A ]| By grief chas'd thence, has now forsook the place. 401:02,060[A ]| That day which snatch'd Adonis from her arms, 401:02,061[A ]| That day bereft the Goddess of her charms. 401:02,062[A ]| The Woods and Trees in murmuring sighs bemoan 401:02,063[A ]| The fate of her Adonis dead and gone. 401:02,064[A ]| The Rivers too, as if they would deplore 401:02,065[A ]| His death, with grief swell higher than before: 401:02,066[A ]| The flowers weep in tears of dreary dew, 401:02,067[A ]| And by their drooping heads their sorrow shew: 401:02,068[A ]| But most the Cyprian Queen with shrieks and groans, 401:02,069[A ]| Fills all the neighb'ring Hills, and Vales, and Towns: 401:02,070[A ]| The poor Adonis dead! is all her cry, 401:02,071[A ]| Adonis dead! sad Echo does reply. 401:02,072[A ]| What cruel heart would not the Queen of Love 401:02,073[A ]| To melting tears, and soft compassion move, 401:02,074[A ]| When she saw how her wretched Lover fell, 401:02,075[A ]| Saw his deep wound, saw it incurable? 401:02,076[A ]| Soon as her eyes his bleeding wound survey'd, 401:02,077[A ]| With eager clips she did his limbs invade, 401:02,078[A ]| And these soft, tender, mournful things she said: 401:02,079[A ]| "Whither, O whither fli'st thou, wretched Boy, 401:02,080[A ]| Stay my Adonis, stay my only joy, 401:02,081[A ]| O stay, unhappy Youth, at least till I 401:02,082[A ]| With one kind word bespeak thee, ere thou die, 401:02,083[A ]| Till I once more embrace thee, till I seal 401:02,084[A ]| Upon thy dying lips my last farewel. 401:02,085[A ]| Look up one minute, give one parting kiss, 401:02,086[A ]| One kiss, dear Youth, to dry these flowing eyes: 401:02,087[A ]| One kiss as thy last legacy I'd fain 401:02,088[A ]| Preserve, no God shall take it off again. 401:02,089[A ]| Kiss, while I watch thy swimming eye-balls roul, 401:02,090[A ]| Watch thy last gasp, and catch thy springing soul. 401:02,091[A ]| I'll suck it in, I'll hoard it in my heart, 401:02,092[A ]| I with that sacred pledg will never part. 401:02,093[A ]| But thou wilt part, but thou art gone, far gone 401:02,094[A ]| To the dark shades, and leav'st me here alone. 401:02,095[A ]| Thou dy'st, but hopeless I must suffer life, 401:02,096[A ]| Must pine away with easless endless grief. 401:02,097[A ]| Why was I born a Goddess? why was I 401:02,098[A ]| Made such a wretch to want the pow'r to die? 401:02,099[A ]| If I by death my sorrows might redress, 401:02,100[A ]| If the cold Grave could to my pains give ease; 401:02,101[A ]| I'd gladly die, I'd rather nothing be 401:02,102[A ]| Than thus condemn'd to immortality: 401:02,103[A ]| In that vast empty void, and boundless wast, 401:02,104[A ]| We mind not what's to come, nor what is past. 401:02,105[A ]| Of life, or death we know no difference, 401:02,106[A ]| Nor hopes, nor fears at all affect our sence: 401:02,107[A ]| But those who are of pleasure once bereft, 401:02,108[A ]| And must survive, are most unhappy left: 401:02,109[A ]| To ravenous sorrow they are left a prey, 401:02,110[A ]| Nor can they ever drive despair away. 401:02,111[A ]| Take, cruel Proserpine, take my my lov'd Boy, 401:02,112[A ]| Rich with my spoils, do thou my loss enjoy. 401:02,113[A ]| Take him relentless Goddess, for thy own, 401:02,114[A ]| Never till now wast thou my envy grown. 401:02,115[A ]| Hard fate! that thus the best of things must be 401:02,116[A ]| Always the plunder of the Grave, and thee: 401:02,117[A ]| The Grave, and thou now all my hopes engross, 401:02,118[A ]| And I for ever must Adonis lose. 401:02,119[A ]| Thou'rt dead, alas! alas! my Youth, thou'rt dead, 401:02,120[A ]| And with thee all my pleasures too are fled: 401:02,121[A ]| They're all like fleeting vanisht dreams past ore, 401:02,122[A ]| And nought but the remembrance left in store, 401:02,123[A ]| Of tasted joys ne're to be tasted more: 401:02,124[A ]| With thee my Cestos, all my charms are gone, 401:02,125[A ]| Thy Venus must thy absence ever moan, 401:02,126[A ]| And spend the tedious live-long nights alone. 401:02,127[A ]| Ah! heedless Boy, why would'st thou rashly choose 401:02,128[A ]| Thy self to dang'rous pleasures to expose? 401:02,129[A ]| Why would'st thou hunt? why would'st thou any more 401:02,130[A ]| Venture with Dogs to chase the foaming Boar? 401:02,131[A ]| Thou wast all fair to mine, to humane eyes, 401:02,132[A ]| But not (alas!) to those wild Savages. 401:02,133[A ]| One would have thought thy sweetness might have charm'd 401:02,134[A ]| The roughest kind, the fiercest rage disarm'd: 401:02,135[A ]| Mine (I am sure) it could; but wo is thee! 401:02,136[A ]| All wear not eyes, all wear not breasts like me. 401:02,137[A ]| In such sad words the Dame her grief did vent, 401:02,138[A ]| While the wing'd Loves kept time with her complaint: 401:02,139[A ]| As many drops of Blood as from the wound 401:02,140[A ]| Of slain Adonis fell upon the ground, 401:02,141[A ]| So many tears, and more you might have told, 401:02,142[A ]| That down the cheeks of weeping Venus roul'd: 401:02,143[A ]| Both tears and blood to new-born flow'rs give rise, 401:02,144[A ]| Hence Roses spring, and thence Anemones. 401:02,145[A ]| Cease, Venus, in the Woods to mourn thy Love, 401:02,146[A ]| Thou'st vented sighs, thou'st lavisht tears enough: 401:02,147[A ]| See! Goddess, where a glorious bed of State 401:02,148[A ]| Does ready for thy dear Adonis wait: 401:02,149[A ]| This bed was once the Scene of Love and Joy, 401:02,150[A ]| But now must bear thy wretched, murder'd Boy: 401:02,151[A ]| There lies he, like a pale and wither'd Flower, 401:02,152[A ]| Which some rude hand had cropt before its hour: 401:02,153[A ]| Yet smiles and beauties still live in his face, 401:02,154[A ]| Which death can never frighten from their place. 401:02,155[A ]| There let him lie upon that conscious bed, 401:02,156[A ]| Where you loves mysteries so oft have tried: 401:02,157[A ]| Where you've enjoy'd so many an happy night, 401:02,158[A ]| Each lengthen'd into ages of delight. 401:02,159[A ]| There let him lie, there heaps of Flowers strow, 401:02,160[A ]| Roses and Lilies store upon him throw, 401:02,161[A ]| And myrtle Garlands lavishly bestow: 401:02,162[A ]| Pour Myrrh, and Balm, and costliest Oyntments on, 401:02,163[A ]| Flowers are faded, Ointments worthless grown, 401:02,164[A ]| Now thy Adonis, now thy Youth is gone, 401:02,165[A ]| Who was all sweetnesses compriz'd in one. 401:02,166[A ]| In Purple wrapt, Adonis lies in state, 401:02,167[A ]| A troop of mourning Loves about him wait: 401:02,168[A ]| Each does some mark of their kind sorrow show, 401:02,169[A ]| One breaks his shaft, t'other unstrings his Bow, 401:02,170[A ]| A third upon his Quiver wreaks his hate, 401:02,171[A ]| As the sad causes of his hasty fate: 401:02,172[A ]| This plucks his bloody garments off, that brings 401:02,173[A ]| Water in Vessels from the neighb'ring Springs, 401:02,174[A ]| Some wash his Wound, some fan him with their Wings: 401:02,175[A ]| All equally their Mothers loss bemoan, 401:02,176[A ]| All moan for poor Adonis dead and gone. 401:02,177[A ]| Sad Hymen too the fatal loss does mourn, 401:02,178[A ]| His Tapers all to Funeral Tapers turn, 401:02,179[A ]| And all his wither'd Nuptial Garlands burn: 401:02,180[A ]| His gay and airy Songs are heard no more, 401:02,181[A ]| But mournful Strains, that hopeless love deplore. 401:02,182[A ]| Nor do the Graces fail to bear a part 401:02,183[A ]| With wretched Venus in her pain and smart: 401:02,184[A ]| The poor Adonis dead! by turns they cry, 401:02,185[A ]| And strive in grief the Goddess to out-vie. 401:02,186[A ]| The Muses too in softest lays bewail 401:02,187[A ]| The hapless Youth, and his fled Soul recal: 401:02,188[A ]| But all in vain; ~~ ah! numbers are too weak 401:02,189[A ]| To call the lost, the dead Adonis back: 401:02,190[A ]| Not all the pow'rs of Verse, or charms of Love 401:02,191[A ]| The deaf remorseless Proserpine can move. 401:02,192[A ]| Cease then, sad Queen of Love, thy plaints give o're, 401:02,193[A ]| Till the next year reserve thy grief in store: 401:02,194[A ]| Reserve thy Sighs and tears in store till then, 401:02,195[A ]| Then thou must sigh, then thou must weep agen. 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,000[' ]| 401:03,001[B ]| While you for me alone had Charms, 401:03,002[B ]| And none more welcome fill'd your Arms, 401:03,003[B ]| Proud with content, I slighted Crowns, 401:03,004[B ]| And pitied Monarchs on their Thrones. 401:03,005[C ]| While you thought Lydia only fair, 401:03,006[C ]| And lov'd no other Nymph but her, 401:03,007[C ]| Lydia was happier in your Love, 401:03,008[C ]| Than the bless'd Virgins are above. 401:03,009[B ]| Now Chloes charming Voice and Art 401:03,010[B ]| Have gain'd the conquest of my Heart: 401:03,011[B ]| For whom, ye Fates, I'd wish to die, 401:03,012[B ]| If mine the Nymphs dear Life might buy. 401:03,013[C ]| Thyrsis by me has done the same, 401:03,014[C ]| The Youth burns me with mutual Flame: 401:03,015[C ]| For whom a double Death I'd bear; 401:03,016[C ]| Would Fate my dearest Thyrsis spare. 401:03,017[B ]| But say, fair Nymph, if I once more 401:03,018[B ]| Become your Captive as before? 401:03,019[B ]| Say, I throw off my Chloes chain, 401:03,020[B ]| And take you to my Breast again? 401:03,021[C ]| Why then, tho he more bright appear, 401:03,022[C ]| More constant than a fixed Star; 401:03,023[C ]| Tho you than Wind more fickle be, 401:03,024[C ]| And rougher than the stormy Sea; 401:03,025[C ]| By Heav'n, and all its Pow'rs I vow 401:03,026[C ]| I'd gladly live, and die with you. 401:04,000[' ]| 401:04,000[' ]| 401:04,000[' ]| 401:04,000[' ]| 401:04,001[A ]| Nay, Lesbia, never ask me this, 401:04,002[A ]| How many Kisses will suffice? 401:04,003[A ]| Faith, 'tis a question hard to tell, 401:04,004[A ]| Exceeding hard; for you as well 401:04,005[A ]| May ask what sums of Gold suffice 401:04,006[A ]| The greedy Miser's boundless Wish: 401:04,007[A ]| Think what drops the Ocean store, 401:04,008[A ]| With all the Sands, that make its Shore: 401:04,009[A ]| Think what Spangles deck the Skies, 401:04,010[A ]| When Heaven looks with all its Eyes: 401:04,011[A ]| Or think how many Atoms came 401:04,012[A ]| To compose this mighty Frame: 401:04,013[A ]| Let all these the Counters be, 401:04,014[A ]| To tell how oft I'm kiss'd by thee: 401:04,015[A ]| Till no malicious Spy can guess 401:04,016[A ]| To what vast height the Scores arise; 401:04,017[A ]| Till weak Arithmetick grow scant, 401:04,018[A ]| And numbers for the reck'ning want: 401:04,019[A ]| All these will hardly be enough 401:04,020[A ]| For me stark staring mad with Love. 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,001[A ]| Not I, I never vainly durst pretend 401:05,002[A ]| My Follies and my Frailties to defend: 401:05,003[A ]| I own my Faults, if it avail to own, 401:05,004[A ]| While like a graceless wretch I still go on: 401:05,005[A ]| I hate my self, but yet in spite of Fate 401:05,006[A ]| Am fain to be that loathed thing I hate: 401:05,007[A ]| In vain I would shake off this load of Love, 401:05,008[A ]| Too hard to bear, yet harder to remove: 401:05,009[A ]| I want the strength my fierce Desires to stem, 401:05,010[A ]| Hurried away by the impetuous stream. 401:05,011[A ]| 'Tis not one Face alone subdues my Heart, 401:05,012[A ]| But each wears Charms, and every Eye a Dart: 401:05,013[A ]| And wheresoe're I cast my Looks abroad, 401:05,014[A ]| In every place I find Temptations strow'd. 401:05,015[A ]| The modest kills me with her down-cast Eyes, 401:05,016[A ]| And Love his ambush lays in that disguise. 401:05,017[A ]| The Brisk allures me with her gaity, 401:05,018[A ]| And shews how Active she in Bed will be: 401:05,019[A ]| If Coy, like cloyster'd Virgins, she appears, 401:05,020[A ]| She but dissembles, what she most desires: 401:05,021[A ]| If she be vers'd in Arts, and deeply read, 401:05,022[A ]| I long to get a learned Maidenhead: 401:05,023[A ]| Or if Untaught and Ignorant she be, 401:05,024[A ]| She takes me then with her simplicity: 401:05,025[A ]| One likes my Verses, and commends each Line, 401:05,026[A ]| And swears that Cowley's are but dull to mine: 401:05,027[A ]| Her in mere Gratitude I must approve, 401:05,028[A ]| For who, but would his kind Applauder love? 401:05,029[A ]| Another damns my Poetry, and me, 401:05,030[A ]| And plays the Critick most judiciously: 401:05,031[A ]| And she too fires my Heart, and she too charms, 401:05,032[A ]| And I'm agog to have her in my arms. 401:05,033[A ]| One with her soft and wanton Trip does please, 401:05,034[A ]| And prints in every step, she sets, a Grace: 401:05,035[A ]| Another walks with stiff ungainly tread; 401:05,036[A ]| But she may learn more pliantess abed. 401:05,037[A ]| This sweetly sings; her Voice does Love inspire, 401:05,038[A ]| And every Breath kindles and blows the fire: 401:05,039[A ]| Who can forbear to kiss those Lips, whose sound 401:05,040[A ]| The ravish'd Ears does with such softness wound? 401:05,041[A ]| That sweetly plays: and while her Fingers move, 401:05,042[A ]| While o're the bounding Strings their touches rove, 401:05,043[A ]| My Heart leaps too, and every Pulse beats Love: 401:05,044[A ]| What Reason is so pow'rful to withstand 401:05,045[A ]| The magick force of that resistless Hand? 401:05,046[A ]| Another Dances to a Miracle, 401:05,047[A ]| And moves her numerous Limbs with graceful skill: 401:05,048[A ]| And she, or else the Devil's in't, must charm, 401:05,049[A ]| A touch of her would bed-rid Hermits warm. 401:05,050[A ]| If tall; I guess what plenteous Game she'l yield, 401:05,051[A ]| Where Pleasure ranges o're so wide a Field: 401:05,052[A ]| If low; she's pretty: both alike invite, 401:05,053[A ]| The Dwarf, and Giant both my wishes fit. 401:05,054[A ]| Undress'd; I think how killing she'd appear, 401:05,055[A ]| If arm'd with all Advantages she were: 401:05,056[A ]| Richly attir'd; she's the gay Bait of Love, 401:05,057[A ]| And knows with Art to set her Beauties off. 401:05,058[A ]| I like the Fair, I like the Red-hair'd one, 401:05,059[A ]| And I can find attractions in the Brown: 401:05,060[A ]| If curling Jet adorn her snowy Neck, 401:05,061[A ]| The beauteous Leda is reported Black: 401:05,062[A ]| If curling Gold; Aurora's painted so: 401:05,063[A ]| All sorts of Histories my Love does know. 401:05,064[A ]| I like the Young with all her blooming Charms, 401:05,065[A ]| And Age it self is welcome to my Arms: 401:05,066[A ]| There uncropt Beauty in its flow'r assails, 401:05,067[A ]| Experience here, and riper sense prevails. 401:05,068[A ]| In fine, whatever of the Sex are known 401:05,069[A ]| To stock this spacious and well-furnish'd Town; 401:05,070[A ]| Whatever any single man can find 401:05,071[A ]| Agreeable of all the num'rous kind: 401:05,072[A ]| At all alike my haggard Love does fly, 401:05,073[A ]| And each is Game, and each a Miss for me. 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,001[A ]| Nay then the Devil take all Love! if I 401:06,002[A ]| So oft for its damn'd sake must wish to die: 401:06,003[A ]| What can I wish for but to die, when you, 401:06,004[A ]| Dear faithless Thing, I find, could prove untrue? 401:06,005[A ]| Why am I curs'd with Life? why am I fain 401:06,006[A ]| For thee, false Jilt, to bear eternal Pain? 401:06,007[A ]| 'Tis not thy Letters, which thy Crimes reveal, 401:06,008[A ]| Nor secret Presents, which thy Falshood tell: 401:06,009[A ]| Would God! my just suspicions wanted cause, 401:06,010[A ]| That they might prove less fatal to my ease: 401:06,011[A ]| Would God! less colour for thy guilt there were, 401:06,012[A ]| But that (alas!) too much of proof does bear: 401:06,013[A ]| Bless'd he, who what he loves can justifie, 401:06,014[A ]| To whom his Mistriss can the Fact deny, 401:06,015[A ]| And boldly give his Jealousie the lye. 401:06,016[A ]| Cruel the Man, and uncompassionate, 401:06,017[A ]| And too indulgent to his own Regret, 401:06,018[A ]| Who seeks to have her guilt too manifest, 401:06,019[A ]| And with the murd'ring secret stabs his Rest. 401:06,020[A ]| I saw, when little you suspected me, 401:06,021[A ]| When sleep, you thought, gave opportunity, 401:06,022[A ]| Your Crimes I saw, and these unhappy eyes 401:06,023[A ]| Of all your hidden stealths were Witnesses: 401:06,024[A ]| I saw in signs your mutual Wishes read, 401:06,025[A ]| And Nods the message of your Hearts convey'd: 401:06,026[A ]| I saw the conscious Board, which writ all o're 401:06,027[A ]| With scrawls of Wine, Love's mystick Cypher bore: 401:06,028[A ]| Your Glances were not mute, but each bewray'd, 401:06,029[A ]| And with your Fingers Dialogues were made: 401:06,030[A ]| I understood the Language out of hand, 401:06,031[A ]| (For what's too hard for Love to understand?) 401:06,032[A ]| Full well I understood for what intent 401:06,033[A ]| All this dumb Talk, and silent Hints were meant: 401:06,034[A ]| And now the Ghests were from the Table fled, 401:06,035[A ]| And all the Company retir'd to bed. 401:06,036[A ]| I saw you then with wanton Kisses greet, 401:06,037[A ]| Your Tongues (I saw) did in your Kisses meet: 401:06,038[A ]| Not such as Sisters to their Brothers give, 401:06,039[A ]| But Lovers from their Mistrisses receive: 401:06,040[A ]| Such as the God of War, and Paphian Queen 401:06,041[A ]| Did in the height of their Embraces joyn. 401:06,042[A ]| Patience, ye Gods! (cried I) what is't I see? 401:06,043[A ]| Unfaithful! why this Treachery to me? 401:06,044[A ]| How dare you let another in my sight 401:06,045[A ]| Invade my native Property and Right? 401:06,046[A ]| He must not, shall not do't: by Love I swear 401:06,047[A ]| I'll seize the bold usurping Ravisher: 401:06,048[A ]| You are my Free-hold, and the Fates design, 401:06,049[A ]| That you should be unalienably mine: 401:06,050[A ]| These Favours all to me impropriate are: 401:06,051[A ]| How comes another then to trespass here? 401:06,052[A ]| This, and much more I said, by Rage inspir'd, 401:06,053[A ]| While conscious shame her Cheeks with Blushes fir'd: 401:06,054[A ]| Such lovely stains the face of Heav'n adorn 401:06,055[A ]| When Light's first blushes paint the bashful Morn: 401:06,056[A ]| So on the Bush the flaming Rose does glow, 401:06,057[A ]| When mingled with the Lillies neighb'ring Snow: 401:06,058[A ]| This, or some other Colour much like these, 401:06,059[A ]| The semblance then of her Complexion was: 401:06,060[A ]| And while her Looks that sweet Disorder wore 401:06,061[A ]| Chance added Beauties undisclos'd before: 401:06,062[A ]| Upon the ground she cast her jetty Eyes, 401:06,063[A ]| Her Eyes shot fiercer Darts in that Disguise: 401:06,064[A ]| Her Face a sad and mournful Air express'd, 401:06,065[A ]| Her Face more lovely seem'd in sadness dress'd: 401:06,066[A ]| Urg'd by Revenge, I hardly could forbear, 401:06,067[A ]| Her braided Locks and tender Cheeks to tear: 401:06,068[A ]| Yet I no sooner had her Face survey'd, 401:06,069[A ]| But strait the tempest of my Rage was laid: 401:06,070[A ]| A look of her did my Resentments charm, 401:06,071[A ]| A look of her did all their Force disarm: 401:06,072[A ]| And I, that fierce outrageous thing e're-while, 401:06,073[A ]| Grow calm as Infants, when in sleep they smile: 401:06,074[A ]| An now a Kiss am humbly fain to crave, 401:06,075[A ]| And beg no worse than she my Rival gave: 401:06,076[A ]| She smil'd, and strait a throng of Kisses prest, 401:06,077[A ]| The worth of which, should Jove himself but taste, 401:06,078[A ]| The brandish'd Thunder from his Hand would wrest: 401:06,079[A ]| Well-pleas'd I was, and yet tormented too, 401:06,080[A ]| For fear my envied Rival felt them so: 401:06,081[A ]| Better they seem'd by far than I e're taught, 401:06,082[A ]| And she in them shew'd something new methought: 401:06,083[A ]| Fond jealous I my self the Pleasure grutch, 401:06,084[A ]| And they displeas'd, because they pleas'd too much: 401:06,085[A ]| When in my mouth I felt her darting Tongue, 401:06,086[A ]| My wounded Thoughts it with suspicion stung: 401:06,087[A ]| Nor is it this alone afflicts my mind, 401:06,088[A ]| More reason for complaint remains behind: 401:06,089[A ]| I grieve not only that she Kisses gave, 401:06,090[A ]| Tho that affords me cause enough to grieve: 401:06,091[A ]| Such never could be taught her but in Bed, 401:06,092[A ]| And Heav'n knows what Reward her Teacher had. 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,001[A ]| I've heard , my Friend, and heard it said by you, 401:07,002[A ]| No Man at once could ever well love two: 401:07,003[A ]| But I was much deceiv'd upon that score, 401:07,004[A ]| For single I at once love one, and more: 401:07,005[A ]| Two at one time reign joyntly in my Breast, 401:07,006[A ]| Both handsom are, both charming, both well-dress'd, 401:07,007[A ]| And hang me, if I know, which takes me best: 401:07,008[A ]| This Fairer is than that, and that than this, 401:07,009[A ]| That more than this, and this than that does please: 401:07,010[A ]| Tost, like a Ship, by diff'rent gusts of Love, 401:07,011[A ]| Now to this point, and now to that I move. 401:07,012[A ]| Why, Love, why do'st thou double thus my pains? 401:07,013[A ]| Was't not enough to bear one Tyrant's chains? 401:07,014[A ]| Why, Goddess, do'st thou vainly lavish more 401:07,015[A ]| On one, that was top-full of Love before? 401:07,016[A ]| Yet thus I'd rather love, than not at all, 401:07,017[A ]| May that ill Curse my Enemies befal: 401:07,018[A ]| May my worst Foe be damn'd to love of none, 401:07,019[A ]| Be damn'd to Continence, and lie alone: 401:07,020[A ]| Let Loves alarms each night disturb my Rest, 401:07,021[A ]| And drowsie sleep never approach my Breast, 401:07,022[A ]| Or strait-way thence by new Pleasures chas'd. 401:07,023[A ]| Let Pleasures in succession keep my Sense 401:07,024[A ]| Ever awake, or ever in a Trance: 401:07,025[A ]| Let me lie melting in my fair One's Arms, 401:07,026[A ]| Riot in Bliss, and surfeit on her Charms: 401:07,027[A ]| Let her undo me there without controul, 401:07,028[A ]| Drain nature quite, suck out my very Soul: 401:07,029[A ]| And, if by one I can't enough be drawn, 401:07,030[A ]| Give me another, clap more leeches on. 401:07,031[A ]| The gods have made me of the sporting kind, 401:07,032[A ]| And for the Feat my Pliant Limbs design'd: 401:07,033[A ]| What Nature has in Bulk to me denied, 401:07,034[A ]| In Sinews and in vigor is supplied: 401:07,035[A ]| And should my Strength be wanting to Desire, 401:07,036[A ]| Pleasure would add new Fewel to the Fire: 401:07,037[A ]| Oft in soft Battles have I spent the Night, 401:07,038[A ]| Yet rose next morning vig'rous for the Fight, 401:07,039[A ]| Fresh as the Day, and active as the Light: 401:07,040[A ]| No Maid, that ever under me took pay, 401:07,041[A ]| From my Embrace went unoblig'd away. 401:07,042[A ]| Bless'd he, who in Loves service yields his Breath, 401:07,043[A ]| Grant me, ye Gods, so sweet, so wish'd a Death! 401:07,044[A ]| In bloody Fields let Soldiers meet their Fate, 401:07,045[A ]| To purchase dear-bought Honor at the rate: 401:07,046[A ]| Let greedy Merchants trust the faithless Main, 401:07,047[A ]| And shipwrack Life and Soul for sordid gain: 401:07,048[A ]| Dying, let me expire in gasps of lust, 401:07,049[A ]| And in a gush of Joy give up the ghost: 401:07,050[A ]| And some kind pitying friend shall say of me, 401:07,051[A ]| So did he live, and so deserv'd to die. 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,001[A ]| I hate Fruition, now 'tis past 401:08,002[A ]| 'Tis all but nastiness at best; 401:08,003[A ]| The homeliest thing, that man can do, 401:08,004[A ]| Besides, 'tis short and fleeting too: 401:08,005[A ]| A squirt of slippery Delight, 401:08,006[A ]| That with a moment takes its flight: 401:08,007[A ]| A fulsom bliss, that soon does cloy, 401:08,008[A ]| And makes us loath what we enjoy. 401:08,009[A ]| Then let us not too eager run, 401:08,010[A ]| By Passion blindly hurried on, 401:08,011[A ]| Like Beasts, who nothing better know, 401:08,012[A ]| Than what meer Lust incites them to: 401:08,013[A ]| For when in Floods of Love we're drench'd, 401:08,014[A ]| The Flames are by enjoyment quench'd: 401:08,015[A ]| But thus, let's thus together lie, 401:08,016[A ]| And kiss out long Eternity: 401:08,017[A ]| Here we dread no conscious spies, 401:08,018[A ]| No blushes stain our guiltless Joys: 401:08,019[A ]| Here no Faintness dulls Desires, 401:08,020[A ]| And Pleasure never flags, nor tires: 401:08,021[A ]| This has pleas'd, and pleases now, 401:08,022[A ]| And for Ages will do so: 401:08,023[A ]| Enjoyment here is never done, 401:08,024[A ]| But fresh, and always but begun.