Miscellaneous poems upon several occasions. Written by a young lady.

TO His Majesty AT His Return from WAR , November , 1697. AS Eastern Worlds do to their Altars bow , Such Reverence , Dread Sir , I pay to You ; And tho' in meanest Verse my Numbers flow , Simplicity does true Devotion show : The World 's inspir'd with your Victorious Arm , Which does the Hero fire and Coward warm ; And we , alas ! think all our Charms too few , And would turn Amazons to fight for you ; Throw at your feet , Great Sir , our Vanquish'd Crown , Valour than Beauty still has more renown : Whilst the whole World abroad in Peace we see , And now no subject left for Victory , Valour and Conduct shall your Motto be . My Virgin Muse unus'd to Court address , With all Submission does her fault Confess ; Nor dares she hope a Pardon from her King , Presuming on so mean an Offering ; Yet humbly begs you 'l mitigate her Fate , Your Brightness did her Mind Illuminate . Let Caesar not Condemn her bashful Lays , Whose Glory first her insect Muse did raise : In you I see the Charms of being Brave , And scorn the Softness does my Sex inslave ; Did Clemency not over-rule your Power , Could like the Macedonian King devour ; But you abhor th' insatiat thirst of Blood , And mix your Greatness with your Subjects Good ; Whilst you with welcome Arms betimes bring home The Wealth he won and Peace of Christendom , Such wondrous blessings as could ne're be given To happy Albion , but by You and Heaven . And tho' I shared the unhappy Virgins fate , I 'd meet Thee , mighty Jeptha , at the Gate , My life your welcome to Congratulate ; With Songs and Dances your glad Triumphs meet , As Judah's Daughters Israel's King did greet , And scatter Palms and Lawrels at your feet . May Angels here your sacred Temples Guard ; And joys Eternal be your just reward ; Nor may you want the Blessings which you bring , Till Heaven Crowns you an Immortal King .

The Absolute . IF you devide your Love , Then I must bid Adieu ; How can I ever happy prove , When with but part of you ? Or let my Rival , or let me Injoy your Love alone ; I Scorn a Part in any Heart , Who has not All , has None .

The True POET . He 's the only true Poet , who lives by his Wit ▪ Who still veers to that Point where eac● humour does sit ; Who for every Meal a new Stratagem knows , Who never speaks Truth , in Verse or in Prose ; Who Swears to that Promise he resolves not to keep ▪ Whose Person and Lodging each day are to seek ; He Breakfasts with Ovid , with Epictetus does Dine , He Drinks at Parnassus , and sups with the Nine : By his Cloths you may know he 's of Publick renown , As an Ancient Collegean is known by his Gown ; His Pockets are stuft with Addresses to Nobles , While Dinner rewards Panegyrical troubles , Else Stomach is Passive and takes Non-resistance , For Doctrin taught by the Primitive Christians , Up Three pair of Stairs the next Door to the Skylight , You may find the Contemplative Substance at twilight ; But if you should stay for the light of Aurora , He is brush'd out abroad to Beg or to Borrow .

On Absence . CAn I thy Absence any longer bear , And to thy Memory not shed a Tear ? No , I could weep a Flood would quench the World , Could Phaëton a second time be hurl'd Off from his Flaming Chariot down below , Nay , I could weep a second Deluge too : I could turn Cynick and out rage the Wind , Fly from all Courts from Business and Mankind ; All other Charms are empty Nothings to Those solid comforts , I have lost in you . Oh! Happiness ! if happiness be ought , Besides a wild Chimera of the Thought , In your dear Company alone 't is plac'd , For when you 're absent all things are defac'd : When you are gone the Birds forget their Spring , And in soft murmuring complaints they sing , And Ants forget to bring their Harvest in . All things neglective of their Pleasure lay , When you their kind directer are away , If all these kind Insensibles can grieve What 's then my Fate ? or what can me relieve ? While thinking on the happy hours that past When our united Souls were linkt so fast , It brings fresh anguish to my tortur'd heart , Which since I saw you has not left to smart ; For when you 'r absent I must always mourn , Who cannot hope , but wish for a Return : If Prayers and wishes both successless prove , I 'le be both Slave and Martyr to my Love ; For when we always wish and never find , We prove both Slaves and Martyrs to our mind .

On Melina's leaving Lucinda in a Passion . YE Gods have ye no Quiet left in store For wretched me , who nothing else implore ; I ask not Pleasure , Honour , Wealth or Fame , Nor do I court the Vulgar for a Name , A peaceful life alone can make me blest , More than if with the World I was possest , For which — I chose a Partner which I thought would be The sweet divertor of my hours and me , For her I did refuse the charming Grove , Made for the Cyprian Queen and God of Love ; For her I did my near Allies forsake , For her I did a Country Life betake , I left the glittering Glories of the Town , And did for her their dear Allurement shun ; A lonely solitary Life I chose For her alone in whom I 'd plac'd repose . She too with equal ardour did express , In me alone she 'd fixt her happiness ; Raptures too great for any to express , Such as even dying Lovers confess ; Would she each day harangue away my hours And to her witness call th' Almighty Pow'rs . But now by some uncommon Passions mov'd She laughs at me and slights her most Belov'd . All that I write or say displeases now , Nor looks on me without contracted brow ; Not all Compliance in the world will do , Nor will she fail to cast Reflections too ; Her bar● surmizes is enough to prove I 'm not in humour , mad , or else in Love ; Or any thing that she but thinks must be , Then runs divisions on her thoughts and me ; And then Again — So kind she seems , so cordial in her way , That o're my heart she bears an absolute sway : And has an Art which I scarce ever knew She at one time's both kind and cruel too . But let her think when e're she acts that Part , The cruel stabs the kindness in the heart , Oh! that I could but Level once her Mind , Not to be too severe , nor too too kind , ●'d undergo the utmost Fate can send , Provided She were still to be my Friend : My Life's fatigue would all a Pleasure seem And glide apace like to a short liv'd Dream : But 't is too much ye Gods , I should not then Find a Distinction from Immortal Men .

The Disobliged . 't is Vertues Dictate , and I always must Be to my Word and to my Honour just ; To keep my Word my Honour is engag'd , Tho' honour tells me I am disoblig'd : My Word is Sacred , so 's my Honour too , To keep my Word my Honour I undo . For she who does so light her Honour set , Must loose her claim to Modesty or Wit . Religion teaches Injuries t'receive , On this account th' Affront I do forgive ; To keep my Word I my Resentments quit , And as I Pardon , I 'll as fast forget : But from this Resolution ne're to swerve , Humours by nicest caution to observe ; A modest gayety is what I 'm sure By Persons civiliz'd ; esteem'd secure . But I 'le no more good humour ever show 'Till I this Subtle World can better know .

CLEOMIRA TO ALONSO . TO thee that by degrees would lead me on To Love , with thy insinuating tongue , To thee I write , that once didst cause a smart , And with such force didst fling the fiery dart , Pointed with Words which bear a Fatal sound , ●nd does the Breast with Poys'nous rancor wound : ●ou drest your Love with all the Artful guile , ●nd then assum'd a soft bewitching stile ; ●anguage so sweet as none did e're afford , ●nless design'd to kill with ev'ry Word . And what defence could my weak Breast have made , Whom none did e're before with Charms invade ; ●till when my Heart a Brisk allarm did beat , My lovely Foe promis'd a Fair retreat , Till Love that Bane , perfum'd t' infect the Mind , That sad Delight that charms all Woman kind , Transsixt my Soul and made it purely thine . When all was done the Victory was lost , ●n gaining Conquests which you ne're can boast ; ●or none will e're Applaud so mean an Act , When Foes are poorly by surprize attackt . By all my Flatter'd hopes 't would ne're have done , Unless y' had come by challenge fairly on : Then I your Passion could have boldly heard , And with just Answers then have been prepar'd . And when th' Account of Love did once appear , I could be even with you in th' arrear . Suppose you had undone a harmless Maid , Whose Youth had by your Folly been betray'd ; Suppose your wiles her generous heart had won , To make Attonement , what would you have done ? To Marry her , you would have scorn'd the name , That would have been a Scandal to your Fame ; To think the Heir o' th' Family should wed Any that brought not Thousands with her head ; I cannot blame you neither , for I 'le swear Mony's the only thing that now is dear , So we may call some Persons whom we like , But nought so near the heart as Riches strike , Yet nor your Greatness nor Estate could move My heart , that scorns such mercenary Love , But 't was pure Gratitude that gave you mine , Thinking ( alas ) I had some share in thine ; How could you find a Heart to ruine mine , Mine that was always tender , soft and kind ; That never then had known what Love had meant , Or had a Thought of which I could repent ; Could you have seen me sit all greiv'd and sad , ●ighing , in Sorrows blackest livery clad : That Face you once gave undeserving praise , Ne're to appear but under cloudy rays ; Amaze of Thought still crowding o're my brow My Words and Actions centring still on you , Could you have seen all this and not have thought ? Alas ! poor Maid 't was I this trouble brought , To think you robb'd me of Repose and Rest , The only Good with which I was Possest , And which I prize more than the glorious Pelf That Fortune gives , nay though She gave her Self , Could I yet think you could the least Relent ? And sighing say ( alas ) I do Repent , I could Platonick like still Constant prove , And never look on you with other Love ; Could I be satisfied you this could do , I could forgive and still Live Loving you ; And seal your Pardon with my last Adieu .

The Supposition . IF partial Death should take my Better part , I mean my Friend , my dearest friend on Earth ; What Joy could e're inhabit in my heart , Where every day would give new Sorrows birth : Oh cruel Thought ! Why dost thy self intrude In forcing suppositions on my Mind , Thine is of all Intrusions still most rude , Because most Cruel , Fatal and Unkind .

The Debate . TO be Oblig'd in what I can't Refuse Must make Amends for what I can't Excus● Within the Law Necessity ne're was ; Yet for a Forma Paup'ris mine must pass , And I no more can help my being Oblig'd , Then I can help the Town of Mons Besieg'd : 〈◇〉 I can help my being Ungrateful ; true , ●… t all Acknowledgments will never do . ●… ctors and Lawyers Complements ne're like , ●… s mighty Gold which through the Palm does strike , ●… d send such Elevations to the Heart , 〈◇〉 does to all the Veins a Warmth impart : 〈◇〉 I have Doctors own a Soul above , ●… king Fee Complements from them they Love : ●… y nam'd I Love , only to make up Rhime ; ●… ndship I meant , the Love I hope 's no crime , ●… ctors may feel a Pulse in Love sometime . ●… ich of the Two I am oblig'd to most , 〈◇〉 which in thanks I kindest must accost 〈◇〉 Considering am merely lost ; ●… e First by sickness incapacitâde , ●… gag'd the last to give me friendly aid ; 〈◇〉 I his Patient was , on his account , ●… ly the Others Visits do amount ; ●… is makes me ne're the less Oblig'd to him , 〈◇〉 do me Good was purely his Design ; ●… e first drew Obligations for my sake , ●… e last did all the Pains and Trouble take ; The first but Spoke the other he did Act , They did the Kindness Both than by compact ; The Question is , whether or no the Last , For me alone would the Fatigue have past ; Till this Decided is I can't tell who I am indebted , which 't is of the Two ; I 'le ask the Last if me before he 'd known , What he in Kindness would for me have done ; Or when he saw me , if he came to serve The Doctor only , or my Life preserve ; 't is not convenient I this Thought retain , Better secure in Ignorance remain ; That might extort an Answer might not suit With Virgin Modesty to hear it out ; Not that his Answer ought to question'd be , But in Retortion to what came from me ; I had as good since I 'm ne're like to know , With equal Gratitude my thanks bestow ; And own this Life ( which they did both preserv●… Their Interest always ready to observe , As far as Maids with Modesty can serve : To First and Last , to Last and First be then ●uch thanks repaid as to Uncommon Men .

On our Present Enjoyments . UNhappy Man who knows not how to prize Present Enjoyment ; but what before him flies He chases , and pursues with eager hast , But when o'rtaken , 't is like Pleasures past , And through the Blessing of Possession grow As weary of them , as they 're welcome now ; Oh wondrous Man ! that boasts of Reason's Power , Yet can't observe its Dictates for an hour .

On Passion . PAssion , thou black Possessor of the Soul , From what Foul Region didst thou take thy flight ? Avoid , thou Fiend , do not my Peace controul , But creep in Cavernes black as darkest Night ; And as thy Pedigree came first from Hell , There take thy residence and for ever dwell . Whilst I sit easie with a Brow serene , Unmov'd by any violence of Fate , Admiring those who keep not in this meen , And so command my Love as well as Hate .

On my having the Small Pox . CRuel Disease , I prithee why to me So wondrous kind ? Why this Civility ? It was a Favour I did ne'er expect , When e'er my Stars to me did you direct ; Thou that art oft so fatal to our Sex And dost the Fairest Faces so perplex , How came thy Hand so softned to my Skin ? Have I done ought that might thy Favour win ? My Pen ne'er wrote , nor Tongue thy Praises spoke , Neglect , I see , does not thy wrath provoke ; Let me advise thee , for the future be As kind to all the Sex , as thou 'rt to me ; One single Charm but lost , we are Undone , ●hose fleeting Joys , our Lovers strait are gone : ●nd if our Reign we lose , we soon shall find 〈◇〉 horrid Common-Wealth amongst Mankind . ●ach Man will be a Monarch to his Will , And think each single Glance enough to kill . No , let 's continue our Imperious Reign , ●nd when we please to Frown , a Lover's slain ●olleys of Frowns we will to Lewis give ; But on our Armies smile to make them live ; Then with our Warlike Heroes we may vie , They Conquer by the Sword , we by the Eye : Therefore when-e'er our softer Skins you trace , Have mercy on the Beauties of the Face ; But on Mankind thy rugged Footsteps set We Women like not Men Effeminate , And you , Disease , can't hurt the Men of Wit . And now I thank you , dear Disease , for all Those Marks of Favour , and I ever shall , Since you have been so very much my Friend , Be your most humble Servant to command .

An EPITHALAMIUM ON Lady MARY OBRION . AWake ye Mortals , be not lost In Amorous Dreams , or restless Slumbe● tost , But all attend on this Victorious Pair , In smiling Triumph to the Temple lead , Let no forsaken Virgin now appear , But Lovers leave their murmuring Sighs , And clear up their despairing Eyes , Each one may like this Happy-Brave succeed With his assiduons care , Mean time , each strive to Celebrate , And sing these Happy Lovers Fate . An Universal Good by Heav'n design'd To match the Living-Beauties of the Mind , And multiply new Blessings on Mankind . Joy to the Bright Eugenia's choice ; Let always Pleasures on her wait ; May soft Courtillo's charming Voice , Be all the Matrimonial Noise Her gentler Ear shall grate ; And if there be no Wedlock without strife , Let Love the sweet Contention be , And to compleat their Happy Life , May they their Image in their Off-spring see .

On the Worthy Doctor H .... PErmit me , Sir , among a thousand more That do the Name of mighty H. adore , To bring my humble Muse within your view , And pay the Tribute to your Merit due . T is not in hopes my own applause to raise , Who seek no other Glory than your Praise ; For 't is not flights of Wit your Worth can prize , Too weak Efforts , by which your Name must rise , Your Self can best your Self immortallize . No elevated Thought of Pregnant Brain , ( Unless by Gods inspir'd ) can e'er maintain , Fit Numbers to repeat your growing Fame . These forward Droppings you must pardon then , The zealous Error of my Untaught Pen ; And give me leave to vent some Thoughts abroad , Which over-run each other in the Crowd ; You 'l suffer here as Hero's at their Death , Whose Glory 's lessen'd by too common Breath ; And yet each busie Fool in Rustick Sense , Shews admiration in Impertinence . If you so Strong our brittle Frame cement , As not to turn to its First Who Pr●served an ●…natomy wi●… the Flesh . Element , And by your wondrous Art the Body save From the cold Bosom of the gaping Grave . All sure must wish whene'er their Pulses cease , Your Hands may hush them to Eternal Peace ; And if the Dead you can Preserve so well , What wonders may the Living of you tell ? 〈◇〉 by Experience Summon'd to Reveal Your generous Favours with Profoundest Skill : Must own that Health which the kind Gods have given , Below , the only antipast of Heaven ; That bounteous Blessing they did once afford You their great Agent have again restor'd , For which may all the Blessings that Descend On happy Mortals , still on you attend ; In all your Mighty undertakings may Success still wait on each Important day ; May you in all your wisht Amours succeed , And if there be one Nimph for which you Bleed , ( If you in all the Sex can find you Fair , That may deserve your Wishes or your Care ) May she with Charming Modesty be kind , And Virtue be the Dowry of her Mind ; May Beauty , Youth , and Humour , all agree , And Wit make up the pleasing Harmony ; May all these Charms still court each softer Hour , Whene'er the God descends to shew his pow'r ; May you with Joys substantial still be Crown'd , And be as Happy as you are Renown'd .

AN ELEGY On Mr. J. S. Musick-Man at the Act at Oxford , 169● who was reported to be killed by Hig●Way-men . OH dismal Day ! Black as the Indian dye , 't was juster Fate decreed it , or else I Should curse the Hour that brought it to my Eye . For gone's that bravely Bold and Vent'rous Youth , Who in this Age ev'n dar'd to speak the Truth ; And not long since in Rostrum brought to light , The deeds of many done in darkest night . 't is he whose strength of Words did batter down , Vices of either Petticoat or Gown , From Weakest to best Fortify'd in Town . 〈◇〉 Lovely Youth ! Oxford must be to you ●… bted still for Virtues that ensue , ●… ose Theatre St. Mary's can out-do . ●… sure must mourn at thy Untimely Fate , ●… rime of Years pluckt from a good Estate ; 〈◇〉 going to reap the Fruit his Father sow'd , ●… th Cropt him with the Scyth he should have mow'd . 〈◇〉 poor Man ! the Kentish Ladies cry , ●… e Irish-Teagues o're his Dead Body sigh , ●… e does the Hope of many a Virgin lie . ●… andsome Proper Man , and Brave Estate , 〈◇〉 cruel Highway-men ! Oh barbarous Fate ! 〈◇〉 since he 's gone , and Sorrow can't retrieve 〈◇〉 fleeting Soul , why should we longer Grieve ? 〈◇〉 let us by a Nobler method try , 〈◇〉 make his Name live to Eternity ; 〈◇〉 at were a Subject would ev'n Creech provoke , 〈◇〉 Grief did not his lofty Fancy choke : 〈◇〉 we 're my weaker Pen must give it o'er , ●… ho only can this suddain Loss deplore , ●… d pray that Heav'n afflict us so no more .

THE PROPHESIE FAte has a Leaf of her large Book turn'd o●… A Leaf which I ne'er read but once before ▪ And yet a Leaf I fain would read once more . When first I look'd on this Mysterious side , Which treated of how Hearts to Hearts were ty'● Within a short Parenthesis I read , To Whom and When Melinda was to Wed : Very well pleas'd at her good Fortune , I A little farther cast my wand'ring Eye ; To see , if in that side it did not show If Marriages e'er by Succession go ; If so , then next Idumia Hymen sings , But Fate clapt up her Book , and ty'd the Strings ▪ And did for this Inquisitive Offence , Bind me Apprentice to sev'n Years suspence ; that expir'd , she out her Folio brought , 〈◇〉 believ'd to satisfie each Thought ; ●… ch did like Ladies Common-Pray'r-Books , all ●… lace of Matrimony open fall : ●… e next Paragraph she let me know , 〈◇〉 Marriage did not by Succession go ; ●… hose who best could Love , and without Strife , ●… d be content to make Intrigue for Life ; 〈◇〉 Astragon was next in Register , ●… appy Union too it did aver : 〈◇〉 less pleas'd than at the time before , ●… g'd she would let me look a little low'r ; 〈◇〉 she refus'd and shut her Book up vext , 〈◇〉 only answer'd , I should not be next ; 〈◇〉 live a Virgin sev'n Years longer yet , ●… en wed a Man of Money , and no Wit . ●… ust confess , the Answer did surprize , ●… d startle all m'interiour Faculties ; ●… d must I then an Aged Maiden grow ? ●… hich in this Age is so reproachful too ; ●… d for a Fool to wait , I could dispence ●… he Patriarch's time , wer 't for a Man of Sense . To seize the Jilt I scarcely could forbear , Or this curs'd Leaf out of her Book to tear ; But that I found some Justice on her side , When Fool I thought on , thus I strait reply'd , A Fool indeed , whoe'er makes me his Bride ; He by his choice soon to the World will show , Whether he be'nt a Fool in grain or no : But while black Passion did my Thoughts engage , Fate smil'd at my Unprofitable rage , And with a scornful Jeering sort of Scoff , Took up her dark Decrees and so march'd off .

A SONG . I. FOrbear fair Nymph a while to Scorn Injoy your Youth and Love , ●… 're think those Beauties with you born Will Everlasting prove . II . ●… me passes swiftly by your Eye , And Day each Day does chace , ●… d tho'unseen to you they Fly : I see it in your Face . III . ●hink what your Slights to me have done : Think e're your Beauty's past , ●hink how those Years , that o'er you run , Will leave some Track at Last . IV . And when old Age and Wrinkles come , True Antidote to Love , Remember Cloë what you 've done And from Mankind remove .

An Answer to a SONG I. 't is a Silly mistake That Riches can Speak ; Or e're for good Rhetorick pass ; To a Fool I confess Your Gold may address , Where the Master 's an absolute Ass. II . But to Women of Sense , 't is a Sordid pretence : That a Golden Effigies can move Her ; No Face on the Coin Can be half so Divine , As that of a Faithful young Lover . III . But Men when they Love Their Passion to prove , ●… om the Court , to the Dull Country Novice ; To the Fair they 're so kind , First to Fathom her mind , ●… ext search the Prerogative Office . IV . No Imprimis I give , Then the Fair one they leave , ●otwithstanding the Strong Protestation ; Till the Lady discovers No Fortune , no Lovers , ●nd draws off Her fond Inclination .

On Mr. Finger's Musick in 〈◇〉 Anatomist , or Sham-Doctor SIlence Ye meaner Spirits of the Air , The Gods themselves do give attention ▪ And with new pleasure cease the Spheres above , And wonder at our harmony of Love : Our Second Orpheus does the First excel , This Charms the Heavens , no scornful Maid in His Consort's too Divine for Stone or Wood , And by the Gods alone is Understood ; In vain are all Poetick Flights to show The Mighty Raptures which we find Below . Transported from my Self , I 'd quit each Sen●… If in exchange I Hearing could Commence ; And when my Soul Returns I fall to Rhimes , And Bless the happy Orpheus of our Times .

On a Steel Pen with a Cupid Engraven on the Top . GO tell Young Damon he has nibb'd my Pen So soft , that it must never write to Men ; And tho' the Error was too harsh before , To Err in Softness needs must make it more , When Coridon first gave this pointed Steel , 〈◇〉 could not Love , that mighty Fault reveal , ●ut well Instructed by the Hand that gave , ●ike him it taught the Vertue to be Brave ; ●ut as the Finest things do first decay , 〈◇〉 heedless Swain soon stole the Gift away , ●nd on 't impris'd a Cupid Cap a pee , ●… ounding a Heart , the very Heart of me ; ●atal Resemblance ! Since it did forebode 〈◇〉 real mischief from the Angry God ; He need not fly through Woods and Groves to me , Nor shoot so oft , one was as well as three , Where Eyes can wound there needs no Deity . 't is strange , the Mettal of my Pen's the same With that which Love does all his Arrows frame , But still this mighty Difference remains , That gives the Wound , when mine will ease the pain●… In Vulcan's Forge much hardness they require , My Pen is softned by a Gentler fire ; Beat out by cruel Cyclops are his Darts , Mine by a Softer hand and tender Art , To tell the Grief , when t'other gives the Smart . Blame not my Vertue when I write of Love , Since by the God himself my fingers move .

The Early Amour . I'VE Lost much time in Mirth and light Discourse ▪ And spent much breath on Lovers and Love●… force ▪ My heart at Fourteen beat up Loves allarms , And I poor Innocence set up for Charms : E're scarce Fifteen to Courtship I gave Ear , Heard all those things which Faithless men will Swear , What I would have I easily believ'd , And with my own consent too oft Deceiv'd ; I knew those Graces did not in me grow , Yet thought 't was fine that they should tell me so , And did believe their Heart and Tongue enclin'd , To prove it was no Fiction , Love was Blind . At Sixteen years I grew extreamly Coy , And what a Lover ask'd sure to deny ; When in my Praise their stock of Wit they spent , And in full Gales of Sighs their Passion vent , I seem'd all Ignorant of what they meant . If e're by stealth they have my Fingers prest , I learn'd my very Fingers to resist ; Thus I ran on nor stopt my full career , Till looking back at Twenty smiling Year , At once I found my Error , their Deceit , Their false Insinuations , and my Fate ; But now so hardned am to all their crys , Their far fetcht Flights , feign'd Tears and Amorous sighs , That all the ways found out by subtil Man , Could never make me Credit them again : Thus did I spend my Gayity and Youth , And found in none but Strephon Love and Truth ; For he such Faith and Constancy has shown , As would for all the Sexes Crimes attone . And now as free as Mountain Air I move , My mind not Sully'd with the thoughts of Love ; And tho' my Ears too Credulous have been , My Heart was always Innocent within ; And as it hitherto has been my Guard , Prudence shall now assist to keep the Ward : Thus my Lifes Scene I 'le happily compleat , Learn how to hold my Tongue and be Discreet .

Antonio to Lucinda after a P●…sent of her Hair . RIch Diadems let haughty Monarchs wear , I 'm prouder in Lucinda's brighter Hair ; Their thoughtful brows let that vile Mettal bind , That of all ill 's the Fruitful cause we find : More pretious Wealth does round my Temples play , Which Phoebus would prefer to Daphne's Bay . Not Eastern Groves such fragrant Odours yield , When wanton Zeph'rus fans the Spicy Field ; Nor does the Sun that endless Spring of light , Shed threads of Gold so tender , and so bright , So wondrous fine , so Charming to the sight . Princes may boast of Fleets with Treasures fraught , And Ill-got Wealth from distant Nations brought ; More happy I ( with Reverence be it said ) To whom the Fairest Nymph our Isle e're bred , Lucinda , pays the Tribute of her Head .

The Hypocrite . TO him that Slights me I Incline , And you that Love me shun , Compell'd by Fate , no fault of mine , I to my Ruine run . Could I unruly Fancy guide , My thoughts you would not blame , Rewarding you should be my Pride , As Loving him my Shame . Then do not blame a Nymph , that grieves Your Merit can't prevail , Till time and chance our hopes relieves , Your care and mine is vain .

ON LUCINDA's Going to the Indies to be Married . WELL since 't is so , come hither all , oh come , And with me read , as if it were your doom ; For gone's Lucinda , with her all is gone , That Vertue , or that Goodness e're put on , Then gone's my Light , gone is my all , my Sun , My life 's extinguisht e're it was begun ; Sun , Moon and Stars if they together joyn , Are all dull Meteors when compar'd to mine : And without her , what e're they here call bright , Shines but enough to shew me it is night ; But oh She 's gone ! alas for ever gone And left me grov'ling in the Dark alone . But stay Ye Gods ! I at a Distance see A glimpse of light , by Heav'ns it must be She ! Then level all ; Hills into Vales remove 't is Love that drives , and all must yield to Love . 't is She , but oh ! what mean these mighty Fears ? She in a Ship ? the Kingdom all in Tears ? As quick as thought I thro' the World will range , To know the Meaning of this mighty Change : O wretched Isle with me this Loss bemoan , The only Jewel in the Crown is gone ; She from the Center flung her Rays about , But now She 's gone they are for ever out . But stay let 's think , where can this Light be gone ? Perhaps to Greenland , there 's but little Sun ; Or else yet farther , where the Serpents rowl , Under the Center of the freezing Pole . No , no , She 's gone to help , at last I 've guest , The Aged Sun in his arising East , And there to make a Matrimonial Feast . For since he 's old , 't is fit we there should place , And get a Son for to maintain the Race ; Well may the Indies now of Treasure boast , For in short time 't will all Land on their Coast . O Alteration ! O what Change I find ! Since She is gone , if I must stay behind . I whilst with her did all their Pelf despise , But for the Future will their Treasure prize , And to her Shrine offer up Sacrifice . And this to Heav'n shall be my fervent Pray'r , That over her it have peculiar Care : And thou great Neptune of the mighty Deep , Her Ship from Storms and Rocks in safety keep ; Call all your Sea Nymphs , let your Syrens see , That on her Bark , they all Attentive be . When on the Waves tempestuous Storms there are , And Sol can't lend one Beam to guild the Air , Set o're her Ship a Sky serene and clear . ●… en let your Dolphins all their Musick bring , ●… d as she fails , glide gently by and sing . ●… r ne'er till now the Ocean ever bore , 〈◇〉 Great , so Good , so rich a Prize before ; 〈◇〉 wou'd have done , but oh ! I can't forbear , ●… r great 's your Charge , and great must be your Care : ●… herefore great God of all the Foaming Main , ●… aft her o're Safe , Safe bring her back again .

On the Death of My Little Niece . MIrror of Innocence whither art thou fled ? Above the Clouds , or dwell'st among the Dead ? ●o ; thy sweet Soul 's too Innocent and Bright , ●'inhabit those Eternal Shades of Night . ●eav'n is thy blest Abode , where thou dost reign ●ith thy Creator , and that numerous train ●f glorious Saints and Angels , that do sing ●ternal Hallelujahs to their King . While my unhappy Soul is still confin'd To Sorrow , Sickness , and a Troubled Mind ; A Pris'ner kept within its House of Clay , And with Impatience waits that Happy Day , When my All-wise Creator thus shall say ; Leave thou thy dismal Mansion I thee gave , Which shall thy better part no more enslave , But as a Prey shall serve to treat the Grave : Whilst thy Diviner part to me shall fly , Where Tears shall be a Stranger to thine Eye ; For all that thou didst suffer whilst beneath , Was only to obtain this Glorious Wreath , I , as a Trophee of my Mercy give . Then , Then my Airy Soul shall mount aloft , Too fast for swiftest Time , or nimble Thought To trace the Path , from whence it took its flight ▪ So of its duller Earth it bids good Night ; When thus with fullest Joy my Soul 's possest , And with my glorious Maker's presence blest , My Soul will then enjoy an Everlasting Rest .

On Secret Love . LIke Secret Love no Pleasure sure is known , When Hearts become an Undivided one ; ●… imes a Silent Joy o'er-spreads our breast , ●… m delight does all our Mind invest : 〈◇〉 clouds of Jelousie do interpose , 〈◇〉 Saddens all our blest and dear Repose . 〈◇〉 cautious Eye still with our Thought is bent , ●… hes the Look which to another's sent ; ●… n every word bears an unusual sound , 〈◇〉 does our Breast with jealous horror wound ; 〈◇〉 when these Lovers meet and Charm the Ill , 〈◇〉 did their Mind with Perturbation fill ; ●… ainging Souls with new repeated Vows , ●… lemn Joy mounts o'er their clouded Brows : ●… y catch the coming Joy , and grasp the Prize , ●… t flys with transport from each others Eyes ; ●… s which truths declare what Tongues conceal , ●… ose swifter motion all their Thoughts reveal .

The Conquest . MAN I defie , if Hostile he appears , But dread him when he comes with 〈◇〉 and Tears . The first arms me with Pride and Insolence , And puts me in a Posture of Defence : The last all Rage and Anger does remove ; And only Pity leaves to aid my Love ; To see a Man of Courage , Grace , and Wit , Poorly to weak Womanish Tears submit ; Who fears no Wars , nor does a Combat shun , Yet , by Dear Charming Woman is undone : See at her Feet the Charming Suppliant lies , Whose throbbing Heart sends moisture to his E●… There in Pathetick sounds his Love repeats , And harden'd Virtue with beseeching Cheats .

Lucinda to her Heart . UNgenerous Heart ! cou'dst thou no pity have Upon thy most Obsequious humble Slave ; ●… e that Ador'd and Lov'd thee with such Zeal , ●… ilst harden'd thou did'st no Compassion feel ; ●… ou that could'st Laugh at all Loves Fooleries , ●… d took sound Truth for Perjury and Lyes . ●… e Sex you did Contemn , nor wou'd believe ●… e honest Demonstrations he did give : ●… w thou art met with , Heart , and Fitted too , ●… i th one that can thy wondrous Pow'r out-do . ●… d art thou then resolv'd to fix on one ? ●… at Loves this Minute and the next is gone ; ●… t 't is no Matter ; you but Justice have , ●… ul ' find but such returns as once you gave . ●… u scorn'd your Lover when He talkt of Flame 〈◇〉 Now you are come I fear to write the same ; When he e're sad or Melancholly was , Ridiculous , you 'd cry ; what means the Ass ! Sure he do'nt think that Posture e're can cha●… Such solid Coxcombs ne're can do me harm . A spritely Air , an Elevated Wit He must assume , e're I can think it fit This Free-born Soul so humbly to Submit . Fut when this form he took , as men you see , Can Proteous like soon Metamorphos'd be ; Methought he look'd as if he dar'd his Fate , And did presumptiously incur my hate : Thus with contempt I did Mankind defie , And brav'd those Dangers which are now too 〈◇〉 Alas poor Women ! thou art ne're Secure , But must Assaults and Batteries endure Of Charming Words , which thrown against thy B●… The Invader Love soon Plunders all thy rest . Did I encourage Strephon e're to say ? Ten Thousand things which did my heart betra●… His fluent Tongue a Prompter did not want , That cou'd ask faster much than I could Grant ; 〈◇〉 Tongue , his Eyes , each motion Spoke his Love 〈◇〉 me , who did the Fatal Object prove ; ●… ou'd I had rather been that of his hate , ●… en I for ever had been Fortunate : ●… here Fortunes disagree , and kindness shown , ●… here hearts become an undivided One , 〈◇〉 suffer Separation then must be ●… e worst of Ills , that Fate can put on me . ●… ell — 〈◇〉 that a Heart so fixt as mine can move , 〈◇〉 that my niggard Fortune starves my Love .

On a Smile from Silvia . LEt th' Ambitious proud with Courtly Toil , Pismire like creep on their Golden Soil : ●… t the Bold Merchant bring the Indies home , ●… d Pave his way with Pearls and Pretious Stone ; ●… t Heroes to with Warlike heat inspir'd , ●… ght till their Arm has their whole body tir'd : Whilst I more High , more Rich , more Laurels g●… When I one Smile from Silvia can obtain . For such a Favour I an Age cou'd wait , Tho' from that hour my ruine took its date . If e're I am Ambitiously inclin'd , It must a Smile in Silvia's Face to find , Pride consequently then must seize my mind . A Merchant sure with such a Treasure stor'd , Wou'd be more worth than Indies can afford ; How gladly wou'd I tug the lab'ring oar , To bring such Jewels to our English shore ? Bold and Heroick too I 'de fight the Prize , For the half shut of Silvia's Mouth and Eyes : Proud with the Conquest I 'de up Laurels root , And in them wreathed be from Head to Foot . For this — A King might leave His Throne with good preten●… And yet not lessen his Magnificence .

A SONG . AH Cruel Nymph Resign resign That Stony Adamantine Heart , ●nd give it in exchange for Mine , Mine that is Soft in every Part ; ●or You alas have wondrous Skill , And can more than Magicians do , ●or with your Eyes you Wound and Kill , And Syren like you Charm me too . ●ut how can I attempt that Breast ? Warm'd with Seraphick Fire , that with Divinity's Possest , And Heavenly thoughts inspire ; ●may as well the Winds Pursue , When they their Breezes on me cast , ●atch 'em and think they are my due , When they alas are but a Blast .

On Friendship . FRiendship ! that Sound does all my Senses Cha●… And does my Soul with generous Pass●… wa●… That Name of Friend a pleasing Accent bears , And Crowns my Life , and Conquers all my Fears ▪ For if there be a Happiness on Earth ? 't is to a Friend , to give our Sorrows Birth . A Friends a Cordial when our Spirits sink , Which saves our Bodies on the tott'ring brink , Who leaves no Thought unroul'd in his great Mi●… Nor to the Limit of a Sum's confin'd . These are the Marks of Friendship , and were I Either to have no Friend , or else to Die , I 'd quit the World and Generously loose That Life that must a Dearer Friend refuse .

THE RESOLUTION . ALas ! how soon are Maids undone ? When Men their Love impart , Charming Musick of their Tongue , ●… es many a Virgins Heart . 〈◇〉 sad Experience this I know , ●… en Strephon first did Love , 〈◇〉 what soft tender things he 'd Vow , 〈◇〉 to Compassion move . 〈◇〉 sit and Gaze out all his hours , 〈◇〉 Sigh out all his Words ; 〈◇〉 Swear by the Almighty Pow'rs , 〈◇〉 all that Heav'n affords . ●… kt the Poyson at his Lip , 〈◇〉 Drank it from his Eyes ; 〈◇〉 it in every Vain did creep , 〈◇〉 did my heart Surprize . Sweet was the Draught while he was true , Till he his Vows did break ; Love from my Breast like Lightning flew , And in my Eyes did speak . The Blushes then did leave my Face , My Wounds encreas'd their smart ; My Blood ran swift from ev'ry place , To guard my Fainting heart . Go Perjur'd wretch be gone I cry'd , Since you can use me thus ; That you may ever be deny'd , Shall always be my Curse .

On Mellena's absenting her●… a whole day when I was Si●… MEllena can no longer boast , Of constant Love to me ; I look upon that Heart as lost , That once can absent be . ●… eart that loves , admits no Stay , But soon will passage get ; ●… n Locks nor Bolts do keep the way , The Passion can't be great . ●… 're made those Harangues of Love , Nor sigh'd so much as She ; 〈◇〉 yet I find a Softness move , Beyond what hers can be . 〈◇〉 I my Liberty like her , I 'de not such distance keep ; I no one like her pre●er , None wounds my Soul so deep .

●pon a Present of Fruit sent me by an unknown Hand suspecting it came from Mellena . THe Gift was tart , but kind was the Intent , I 'm sure I took it so how e're 't was meant . The Gift was grateful , and if Right I Guess , The Giver needs must find the same success ; Tell her I will not of her Present Tast , Till with her Company I first am Blest . Grant me but always that , I ask no more , Nor will I envy Misers with their Store : Nor Crowns nor Scepters , which I deem as 〈◇〉 When but compar'd to our indulgent Joys .

A SONG . ASk me no more why I am swell'd with 〈◇〉 Since daily crowds of strong insulting 〈◇〉 Harangue my melting Soul , To all the softness of a Love-sick Fo●… That I Myrtilla Lov'd I ever knew , But Thought withall Myrtilla too was True , For with such art so kind she seem'd ▪ That I for ever , ever could have Drea●… For 't was all Vision that my Sense took in , Charm'd to a Slumber by her Wit and Mein .

Upon the Sudden Change of Capadora's Brow . By I. S. Esq ; ONce I beheld her ( Pardon me the Sin Of boldly Contemplating things Divine ; ) As in a Trance She seems , nor looks nor minds The least Diversion , tho' among her Friends . I watch'd and wonder'd till by by swift surprise , Her Elevated Brow rose o'or her Eyes ; This done ; She soon return'd ( to'r Self and us ) Excellent Company — — But why was it thus ? Why moves her fair Brow after such a pause ? I find this is and only this the Cause . Her serious Soul an Emissary sends , To visit Angels her Celestial Friends ; With whom She constant holds intelligence , Sends often thither , and hears oft from the●… Her looks a while are Grave , her Voice is m●… Her Soul with it 's own thoughts b'ing in disp●… Till on a sudden in its errand taught , Thorow the Window of her Eye is brought , Now Pearching on her Brow a Winged Thought ▪ Some short Ejaculation sure it is , To stop some Evil or procure some Bliss ; Delaying there a while as if , 't wou'd see On her fair Face Heav'n in Epitome : Or else as other Travellers will do , First in the Map , see Countries where they go ▪ Or if by a Pardonable error took , Heav'n really to be in her dear look ; Shrowding into her Brow , as the Best place , Taking her Eye to be the Throne of Grace ▪ Nor can I blame the Spirit , since Thousands a●… Mistaken in a Way not half so Fair ; But by our Company b'ing undeceiv'd , It upward sprung and left her brow new wa●… You may have seen a Bough ( where Philomel ●… er her warbling Musick bids farewel ●… pairing to her Mates ) bend to express 〈◇〉 grateful Complement to her parting Guests , ●… v'd by the pressure of her Springing Shanks ●… e yielding Twig pays in that motion thanks . 〈◇〉 Capadora's Pray'r to Heav'n aspir'd , ●… hile the Misterious motion we admir'd .

A SONG . FArewel my only Joy , Farewel , How I have Lov'd thee , only I can tell ; ●… en welcome Death , since Strephon's lost , ●… me hast me to th' Elyzian Coast . ●… nseless and Pale , there lay me down , ●… i th this Inscription o're my Tomb : ●… ay , Reader , stay be not afraid , ●… ere lies the Constant , Constant Virgin Dead .

On Intrest . NO , no , 't is Intrest now the World does 〈◇〉 And Intrest we more than our King Ob●… What is 't for Intrest Men won't Gladly do ? Mortgage their Souls and Glorious Heav'n forego . Man for his Intrest will his Friend Betray , If once Almighty Intrest leads the Way . Beauty and Wit are now esteem'd no more , In the Fair Sex without the Golden Ore ; But be she once Possest with Bags of Gold , No matter whether She 's Ugly or Old ; A Whore , or Baud , or a Chimny-Sweepers Daug●… There 's ne're a Beau in Town but ventures at he●… Poor Muckworm , Animals bred by the Sun , Go and Adore the Dunghil whence you Sprung : Go see if there you find true Happiness , Or hope hereafter for Eternal Bliss . While my Sublimer Thoughts to Heav'n I raise , And will for what I'njoy my Maker praise ; Content and Easie with my little Store , Secure of that , ne're wishing to have more .

On Happiness . NO , 't is Illusion all , there ne're was yet , True Happiness on this Dull Earth , We think it is compriz'd in Wit , But that first gives our Sorrows Birth . For we might much more Happier be , Cou'd we no Distinction make ; Did not these Mortal Eyes once see : What difference 'twixt Sleep and Wake . The Eye our Reason does mislead , In fixing it on things Below ; Our Reason follows but its Guide , Which left , it might Immortal Grow . Turn then thy wandring Balls to Heav'n , 't is there from whence true Joys do Flow , Let from this World thy thoughts be Driv'n , If thou true Happiness wilt know .

On my Fate . WEll ! since 't is so , so let it ever be , I hate the World as much as that does 〈◇〉 A Sawsy , Proud , Insulting World , Let it be to Confusion hurl'd ; 't will be but what it was , a Sorded thing , Till thrown in order by our Heav'nly King . What can there be to make me Covet it ? Not Wealth , nor Beauty , but Sublimer Wit . Grant me that Wish and I will envy none , No not the greatest Monarch on his Thorne .

On a Gentleman taking a Pocket-Glass from Lucinda , sent it back with this Following Appology . I Purpos'd , Madam , for my part , To take your Glass and leave my Heart ; ●ut least you think th' Exchange too Small , ● 've left your Glass my Heart and all . ●f of my Service you 'll allow , ● 'le come to Church , but pray to you ; And thank with all the kinder Powers , That made me Passionately yours .

The Penitent . GReat God! when Sullen darkness Crowns th' Ai●… With Horror , then O let me not Despair Of thy dear Presence , but for ever be A Shield between my dismal Faults and me , Faults did I say , nay Crimes of Blackest dy , Crimes for which I in Justice ought to Die . And when my Temples shadow'd are with Sleep , Let Angels my unguarded Genious keep : And watch my Thoughtless and depraved Will , From present Dangers , and from future Ill. This grant Eternal Being and my days I 'le spend in Singing thy Eternal Praise .

Lifes Happiness . HE that can leave the solid Joys of Life , The charming Blessings of a Virtuous Wife ▪ Whose chearful Brow and soft Endearments give , ●… h Bliss , as none but happy Men Receive : ●… hose kind Discretion stems the Tide of Love , ●… d makes it with more lasting Pleasure move , ●… hose Hony-Moon ever at Full remains , ●… at don't begin with Horns nor end in Wanes ; ●… hose mutual Hearts such Halcion Minutes bring , 〈◇〉 make their Lives gay as the Infant Spring ; ●… ch Souls are calm , Love sweetens all their cares , ●… d Crowns their Life , and Conquers all their fears . ●… e that in one may find such Charms , and yet ●… r want of Fortune his Lov'd Mistress quit , 〈◇〉 does from Fate her utmost Rage deserve , ●… ho will to please his Pride his Pleasure starve . ●…ant me , ye Gods , such solid Joys to prove ! 〈◇〉 Desart's Heaven with the Nymph I Love : ●… ent to walk within our safe retreat , 〈◇〉 Aged Oak shou'd be my Mansion seat ; ●… hose lofty Structure Heaven alone can raise , ●… d stands a lasting Monument of Praise ; 〈◇〉 Name more Ancient Pedigree does know ; ●… r better Arms , no Heraldry can show : Under whose reverend Branches I should be , More happy in the Converse of my She , Than Heir Apparent of the Family . From thence derive my Happiness and Fame , Contents th' additional Title to my Name : Let the Ambitious toil away their Prime , And purchase Riches with their Loss of Time ; Let them Drudge on , fatigue their Life away , Look Old with Care , and in their Youth Decay ▪ While I in lower Station live and move , Enough's sufficient , where the Want's not Love .

A SONG . IT is a Sin for Maids to Love , At least to tell their Flame ; Tho' mine an Angry God wou'd move , And make a Tyrant tame . Yet I 've that Pride within my Breast , That will my Love conceal ; ●ho ' t were to gain an Age of rest , One thought would not reveal . ●et he I Love is gay and young , Has all the Charms of Youth ; ●nd I 'd consent to be undone , Had he but Love and Truth . 〈◇〉 still in secrecy love on , And hug my pleasing Chain ; ●ince such a Charmer put it on , Tho 't gives perpetual pain .

The Vow-Breaker . There 's nought on Earth so false can be , As that Ungrateful , wretched he , That first did break his Faith with me . He must be Damn'd of consequence , Since he still heightens his offence , With Crimes of feigned Innocence . By all that 's Sacred , just or true , Each day did he with Oaths pursue His Love , and Vow'd it constant too .

Upon Inconstancy . IT is but just , a Constant heart Shou'd for its Vertue Suffer ; Or Martyrdom must be the Part , Of ev'ry Faithful Lover . A Passion so refin'd as Love , Is purify'd by Flame ; And 't is the surest way to prove , A Love the most Sublime . This makes our Sex so Generally , By Art Mankind to try ; To find a Lover that may be Said for their sakes to die . Indeed of old it was the Fate , Of some to die for Love ; 〈◇〉 from their Customs derogate , 〈◇〉 nothing old approve . 〈◇〉 think Inconstancy no Crime , 〈◇〉 't is a Vice in Fashion ; 〈◇〉 Perjury is in our time , 〈◇〉 Crying Sin o' th' Nation .

An Elevated Thought . O Say my Soul , for sure I long to know , When thou shalt to those glorious Mansions go ; ●… e Mansions where all Tears are wip'd away , 〈◇〉 Night is turn'd to Everlasting day : 〈◇〉 such a Day , as which no Mortal can , ●… eive the Glory there reveal'd to Man ; 〈◇〉 all the borrow'd Joys of fancy'd bliss , 〈◇〉 in the Least describe what Heaven is . ●… ar e're heard or Tongue did e're impart , 〈◇〉 ye e're saw , or entred in the Heart , 〈◇〉 splendour of the Beatifick face ●… ng refulgence on th' Angellick race . O when will come that ever Glorious day ? When Heav'nly Sounds shall to my Ears co●… Come thou blest Spir't to thy Divine abode , And Reign for ever with thy King and God ▪ Then shall I shake off dull Mortallity , And keep an everlasting Jubilee . All Earthly Joys I shall at distance view , Those painted Nothings which we all pursue ▪ Foolish as false , uncertain as they 're few . Contemn these gaudy mischiefs , O my Soul , And let them not thy Noblest part Contro●… That when thou 'rt clear of all this Earthly 〈◇〉 May'st mount above thy Maker to behold . But stay Desires , fly not away so fast , For you have Crimes that will retard your 〈◇〉 Seek first for Mercy at th' Almighty's Thro●… There let thy Pray'r and Penitence attone ▪ For what else thou for ever must bemoan .

●… on Mrs. H — who bad me Write something of Her . FOrgive me , Madam , if my Pen express No other Rhetorick than gratefulness ; 〈◇〉 mighty Flights are to your Merit due , 〈◇〉 might I choose a Theme it shou'd be you : 〈◇〉 lest I injure in a Stile too low , 〈◇〉 only silent admiration show , 〈◇〉 with th' astonish'd Crowd at distance bow . 〈◇〉 mine 's a poor , weak , blushing , Virgin Pen , ●… t knows not Ovid , Cicero or Ben , 〈◇〉 whether there be Muses Nine or Ten ; 〈◇〉 it knows nothing more than your Command , 〈◇〉 pay its thanks when last it kiss'd your hand .

The Resignation . AH ! my too rigorous Stars , why do 〈◇〉 Impose such Contradictions on my W●… Why did you place me in this little Sphere To tread th' uneasie round with so much care ▪ Continual Slave to watchfulness and fear . Condemn'd to Nonsence , Pride , Impertinence ▪ Each day contemn'd by those of lesser Sence , And serve as Engine to their Arrogance . Oh! 't is a little , saucy , Noisy World , That has the calmness of my Soul unfurl'd ; But why shou'd I in restless Passion burn ? For what will all to Dissolution turn . Then each proud Animal that treads the Ea●… That pond'rous Mass of dirt from which they 'd 〈◇〉 And the Proud flesh of nicer Mortal must Moulder to Earth and mix with common dust ▪ Then who 's the Mighty man of Wealth or W●… Which held the Plo●… , or which the Burnish'd 〈◇〉 ●… en there will need no Herald to decide , ●… ich Blood was best , Father or Mothers side , 〈◇〉 if to Prince or Beggar near Alli'd . ●… hat great Day 't will not be understood , ●… ho this Man was , but whether Just and Good ; ●… en let me not with Heav'n expostulate , ●… r wonder at the Just decrees of Fate : ●… s th' Almighty's Will it should be so , ●… hose Breath can make the Alpian Mountains bow . ●… en cease Tempestuous Thoughts , be calm and still , ●… ates the Word , 't is the Almighty's Will ; ●… i th all submission I , great God , resign , 〈◇〉 thou my Guide , for I am only thine .

A SONG . YEs there are wonders in his Face , But in his Conversation more ; ●… ch accent carries such a Grace , 〈◇〉 spoke by an Almighty Pow'r . When e're he does his Passion move , In awful Thunder 't is exprest ; But oh ! no Laurel shelters Love , Or Guards a too too willing Breast . But if I e're deceiv'd must be , As soon or late all Virgins are ; Strephon's the dear , deceitful he , For whom ( alas ) I wou'd despair . The grand Fatigue of Faithless Love , I should a Pleasure call ; None can my Passion disapprove , When I to Sence a Victim fall .

The Rebel . MUtinous Heart ! why dost thou so molest ▪ My all serene and ever Peaceful Breast ▪ Abroad I've kept thee safe from Batteries , At home secur'd thee from all Enemies ; Guarded thee from the never failing Tongue , ( Artillery so Fatal to the Young ) That thou my Heart hast yet escap'd the Wrong . ●… o Tears , nor Oaths , nor Vows did ever move , ●… y yet Unconquer'd mighty self to Love . ●… d what tho' you no Conquest e're did gain ? ●… r Valour you with Glory may maintain ; 〈◇〉 Laurels yet did never Grace your Brow , ●… illows no Tribute to your Temples owe . ●… hy will you then , Ungrateful as you are , ●… aise in your own Dominions civil War ? 〈◇〉 you have your dear Country thus Betray'd , ●… ou must expect that Strangers will Invade ; ●… ay I my self , the Empire will resign , ●… o some kind Heart now while the Pow'r is mine : ●… ather than bear unnat'ral Tyranny , ●… nd by thy Barb'rous beating poorly Die , 〈◇〉 will Submit to any Monarchy . ●… ou may go wander where you will for me , Take up with any little Fighting he , Or go a Volunteer ' gainst th' Enemy . You may be Welcome in a Fight at Sea , The Navy has more Rebels there than thee ; You may like them do well in such a Cause , Who break their own , scarce keep anothers Laws .

An Acrostick on Sir J. H. JUstice and Love , those attributes Divine , On you descend from the Jessian Line ; Since that blest Race , our Records have not kn●… Each single Grace so much abound in one : Prophets of old were but the Counter-part , Here 's yet Another after Gods own heart . Humble and Great are wonders when they joyn , Each centers here to make your stamp Divine ; Reward him Heav'ns with your peculiar Grace , Number him Chief amongst thy Chosen Race , Eternally to view thy Beatisick Face .

A SONG . WHy is not Wit with Beauty joyn'd ? I hate a Face without a Mind ; If e're I to the Sex submit , 't will be to Cloes powerful Wit . For Celia tho' divinely Fair , Art may improve , or Age impair : 't is Wit alone my Passion moves , The only thing that time Improves ; The God with Wit must Tip his Dart , And pierce my Ear to wound my Heart .

To Clemander . WHy should Clemander tax my Breast , With so much Cruelty ? Who ne're did yet Disturb your rest , By ways of Subtilty . But since unhurt you do complain , True Woman I will prove ; And for your mocking Lovers pain , I 'le try to win your Love . And if within my Snare you get , As Maids such mischiefs do ; Know then , Clemander , all your Wit , Will not untangle you . Love is a strange Pathetick Power , All Soon or Late endure ; And gives a Wound in one short Hour , Which Ages cannot cure . Therefore take heed to guard your Heart , When e're you Jest with Love ; That may in earnest give a Dart , Too Fatal to remove . But if I were the happy She , Could such a Conquest gain ; Believe , Clemander , I should be Proud always to remain Yours .

The Truth . I Hate Mankind and all th' accursed crew , That Innocent and harmless Maids undo ; Their false dissembling Tongues no Woman can Hear and believe , but surely they 're undone . They dress up Love with damn'd Insinuation , The Modish Garb t' undo the whole Creation ; They first begin with Madam , I 'm your Slave , And must be so , since First the Wound you gave , By Heav'ns those Charming Eyes , and You alone Will claim by due , Mankind to be Your own ; Gods ! what a Lovely Brow and Front is there To look all Dead ! Because you will and dare , An Air so Charming and a Mein Divine , Where Gods and Graces by consent combine ; To form a Soul adorn'd with Parts , shou'd be By all that 's Noble Lov'd by Sympathy : And since you 're thus , consider ; 't will be kind To think I Love as Honour has design'd . These are the large Professions that they make Till gaining hopes the Thesis they forsake , The Honour 's gone , and Intrest lies at stake .

A SONG . DAmon , in yonder Shady Grove , Lies that supposed Deity , We Shepherds stile the God of Love , And oft do feel , tho' never see . Alas we do Mistake his Power , Th' Immortal Tit is now no more . Jove Angry at his Idle Reign , Undeify'd the Boy ; Nor will he let him have again , The Pleasure to Destroy . So all the World may Live at ease , Lucinda too do what she Please .

On Mrs D. C. Ardon me , Madam , that I am inclin'd To trace the Matchles Vertue of your Mind ; 〈◇〉 I by so Divine a Precedent , 〈◇〉 run my self the Glorious way you went . ●… der to so great an Enterprize , 〈◇〉 thoughts strait Mounted to the yeilding Skies ; ●… s in that Sphere , I did your Heart discern ●… lly devoted to the Great Concern . 〈◇〉 well Garnish'd Temple seem'd to me , ●… or the ever Living Deity . 〈◇〉 could th' attonement of my Heart suffice , 〈◇〉 my past Crimes , I 'd offer'd Sacrafice ; 〈◇〉 with Amazement , as I nearer came 〈◇〉 it burn with such Seraphick Flame ; 〈◇〉 I on Sight grew Warm with such Bright Zeal , 〈◇〉 this hour the kindling Influence feel , ●… mend each day by your Example still . Pleas'd with such Visions I my Thoughts 〈◇〉 Till I began your better Part to View , I mean your Godlike Souls more Brighter Po●… But lost my own by Contemplating You●… And when retreiv'd , resolv'd t' attempt no 〈◇〉 Such curious search , I gave the Progress o'●… Content to Imitate you and Adore .

The Choice . SUre 't is some mighty Ill that I have 〈◇〉 To draw this too too fatal suffering ▪ For I at First was never Born design'd To Study , watch , or please anothers Mind : My humour is unfit for such a task , Who never Truth with Flattery cou'd Mas●… I ne're cou'd Fawn Inveigle , Swear or Lie Those little arts in Friendship all defie , Whose Souls e're glow'd with Generosity ; And mine did ever scorn that Sordid end , That does Intitle Interest with a Friend . ●… ell then ! Since Honest Truth cannot prevail , ●… nd soft complyance not at all avail ; ●… hat if I ( Stoick like ) sit calmly down , ●… onqu'ring my Passions even to a Frown ? 〈◇〉 that perhaps I might the more Offend , ●… nd raise the Fury which I wou'd Suspend ; ●… or nothing more offends the Passionate , ●… han careless Silence when they wou'd Debate . 〈◇〉 take me hence if this be Living here ; ●… ave to Contention , Discontent and Fear ; ●… r send me to some Lonely Rural Seat , ●… ar from the Noise of the Contentious Great ; ●… here let me live with some Dear Charming She , ●… rom Business , Pride , or Affectation free , 〈◇〉 Loving her , She only Loving me .

A SONG . OFt has he Swore , and I as oft believ'd For with that Tongue the World might be deceiv'd ; But now too plainly I the cheat descry , And will our Sexes cunning use ; Next Minute he pretends to die , That minute I 'le the Fop refuse . When in feign'd Raptures I Courtillo see Burn in that fire which he design'd for me ; Revenge not Love augments the Flame With scorn of my too deadly hate , Will make the Mighty Lover tame , When dying won't recal his Fate . Then die ingrate Courtillo if you please , And when the Pangs of Death do seize ; Remember how your sly Deceit Has rackt the poor Lucinda's Breast , Think Heaven will repay the Cheat , And never give the Perjur'd rest .

AN ACCROSTICK ON E. I. Esq. EMbellishment adds nothing to that Name , Distinction sets above the Reach of Fame : ●… ilst brighter Nature circles o're your brow , 〈◇〉 is an useless Shine that Light to show ; ●… h Vertue reigns in each accomplish'd part , ●… ells in your Breast and Triumphs in your Heart . ●… pire me ( Muse ) with something Just to say , ●… b not his Honour by your dull delay ; ●… d round his Temples Lawrels , Myrtle , Bayes , ●… ild to his wondrous Merit mighty praise .

To a Young Lady just befor● Her Marriage . FAir Lovely Maid , permit my Muse to Sha●… And in your Mighty Joys a Part to bear ; She must be more than Pleas'd if you are so , But ah ! the wondrous Blessings you bestow , He who Possesses you can only know . The Envied happy He of all Mankind , To whom Heaven has the Fairest Nimph assign●… With all her brighter Treasury of Mind . Go , and be happy , as your Loves can make , And if he give such Blessings as he take , You must have Joys too great for humane Sense And Immortality on Earth Commence ; If Divine pleasure we below would prove , It must be in Sincere and Mutual Love . Where Love rides Admiral Tempests never ri●… His Days are Halcion , all Serene his Skys ; ●… ch may you find , and such for ever keep , ●… ill calm your Passage o're the Stormy Deep ; ●… hes of Joy to you are Needless here ●… o possess more than what a Wish can bear . 〈◇〉 may they ever last without Decrease , ●… or may your Love but with your Pulses cease .

To Strephon . TIs Pitty Converse such as yours should be , Excluded when the ends Civility ●… endship 't is true , too often's a Pretence 〈◇〉 cheat a Poor unwary Innocence ; ●… it she whose some experience has made wise , ●… ews well the mighty Fantome in Disguise , ●… arks all her paths which do to Honour lead , ●… nd knows the Borrow'd Juno e're she 's Fled ; ●… i th these discerning Eyes I find in you , ●… he real Honour , from the seeming true ; ●… nd only Grieve I cannot pay in kind ●… hat Generous Civility I find .

Some Words sent me by an Unknown Hand . WOman the Happy pledge of Heavens goo●… Woman the Perfect product of it 's Skil●… 't is Woman all our happy hours employ , Woman the Center of all Earthly Joy . And yet were I , all she is or can , I would not cease to be that Creature Man ; Man as I am , so Man I still would rest , I would be Man to be by Woman blest .

The Wish . COuld poor Lucinda have her Wish , It should be bounded all in this , Might She in quietude possess A Friend and Book both good and true ; 〈◇〉 he would to Crowns prefer her Bliss , ●… d bid the Falser Sex adieu .

Writ in a Lady's Pocket Book . TO Speak my Love I want an Ovid's Tongue , And Cicero's Pen would do your Merit wrong , ●o weak alas is Rhetorick to prove , How much you Merit , or how much I Love .

The Farewel by Mr. I. W. Now at our Farewel , Phillis , ( if you will , ) Accept the Sorry Song of Philophill . MY Phillis now is all my Song : To her my heart , my hand , my tongue Is now Devoted ; only She My Mistress , Saint , and Soul must be . Tho' now the Morning makes no stay , But straight unlocks the Door of Day . Before her early Beams appear , To bring us news the Sun is near , My Phillis Stands before my Sight ; Her Beauties chace away the Night . Her Light the Darkness does controul , Like Lightning shines into my Soul ; And tho' no heat the Sheath do feel , It burns within , and melts the Steel . When forth I walk in Flowery Feilds , The chief delight my Phillis yields . No Cloud obscures the pleasant Light : 't is Phillis makes the day so bright ; See how the Flow'rs do smile on me , 't is Phillis Beauty then I see . The Fields as fragrant are as fair : 't is Phillis breath perfumes the Air . The Birds with Singing please my Ear : Then Phillis Voice methinks I hear . When I 'me transported with my bliss , From Phillis Lips I Steal a Kiss . 〈◇〉 when the Sun that shines so bright , ●… s down , and Envies my delight . 〈◇〉 she unvails , might he but stay , 〈◇〉 kiss her Beauty all away . ●… ail forbids his amourous Shines : ●… n at my pleasure he repines . ●… ' d rob me of them by his fall : 〈◇〉 I in Phillis find them all . ●… hese delights I mean to rest : ●… onick Pleasure is the Best .

ON LUCINDA Going to Church . IN vain Lucinda much in vain , You would conceal your Love ; ●hen ev'ry Look and ev'ry Strain , Does more your Passion prove . Can the Dear Needle leave it 's North , Or Nature quite decay ; Or can the Earth leave bringing forth In April or in May . Then may Lucinda cease to show The Passion of her Breast , When by each Blush and by each Smile , Her Love is still exprest . I doubt not but the other day You went with zeal to Church , But when the grateful Object came , Devotion 's left i' th Lurch . How was her trembling Heart perplext ? 'Twixt Earth and Thoughts above ; But let the World say what it will , All Powers must yield to Love .

Sent me by a Gentleman . GIve me the Eyes give me the Charms That Govern'd are by Art ; ●… hat can our Beaux subdue in swarms , Tho' Beauty has no part . ●… nce each affected glance can move Bright Nature wee 'l despise ; ●… hat need of Merit or of Love To make a Fop your Prize . We live in such a wretched Age , What can our Passions move ; ●owards and Boys in feuds engage , And Aukward Fools make Love .

The Answer . TAke you the Artificial Charms , Bright nature I Admire ; You Beaus like Bees may Die in Swarms , When Brimstone Face can Fire . Take the affected Glance you Love , While Merit 't is I Prize ; Beauty so Low does never move , Unless 't is to Dispise . You wrong the Age in which you Live , Nor can I blame that Fair ; That slights the Passion Fools do give , When Men of Sence are near .

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN Cloris and Almeria . ●lor . WHat does the bright Almeria wish or Fear , Who does so sad in these rude shades appear . ●… ir Royal Maid , you who in Courts do shine , ●nd whom the Admiring croud does stile Divine ; Why do those Eyes , which have their Thousands Slain , ●f glorious Youths , their Beauty waste in Vain ? Why thus in Tears which have such Fire sent , Unless the Gods fresh Danger to prevent , Destroy their Pow'r by Contrary Element . A. Alas you little know within this Shade , Where nothing does your soft repose invade . How we in Courts destroy our Infant hours , With baffled hopes and Loves Almighty Powers . Where Men vile Men with false Pretentions move ▪ Our Innocent unthinking Hearts to Love . By Vows and Oaths and promised greatness won , By Love and by Ambition we 're undone . C. 't is true our Village harbours no Deceit , Whose Pride is to be Honest more then Great : In Constancy our Emulation lies , And Words alone are obligatory Tyes . No Shepherds here call back that Faith they 've giv●… Their Vows are Sacred both to us and Heaven , But speak Almeria , your sad tale impart , I have a Lovers pity in my Heart . Sit down beneath this Poplar here by me , Love will sometimes be eased by Sympathy . A. Know then when first I trod the Ambitious 〈◇〉 Of Albions Court , the Glory of our Isle . From Rural Shades a harmless Maid I came , Untoucht in Thought , and Spotless in my Fame . Unused to Artifice in Face or Mind , Fair without Art , and Innocently kind . ●… atch my tender Flock was all my care , ●… eaving flowry Garlands for my Hair ; ●… st every Shepherd strove upon the Green ●… se Voice should first Proclaim Almeria Queen . 〈◇〉 I unknown to other Joys was pleas'd , 〈◇〉 wild Ambition had my Parents Seiz'd . 〈◇〉 thought my Beauty lost to Country Swains , ●… me to Soft to Live on rugged Plains : 〈◇〉 and Untaught they sent me to the Court , ●… re all the Youth of Quality resort ; ●… demn'd to Ceremony , Dress , and Air , 〈◇〉 Wig and Stinkirk they Attack the Fair , 〈◇〉 Coach and Equipage they gild the Bait , 〈◇〉 Carry on the Mischief to be great ; ●… re 't was my early Hopes were soon deceiv'd , 〈◇〉 gladly what I wisht , I soon believ'd . 〈◇〉 Women too too Credulous alas ! ●… nk what we wish will surely Come to Pass . ●… se gay Deluders led me Fairly on , 〈◇〉 Vows and Promises , to be Undone . 〈◇〉 warn'd by me , you who in Courts reside , ●… re Sacrifice your Pleasure to your Pride . C. Alas I Pitty poor Almeria's Fate , And is it then so Dangerous to be Great . Is there no Laws for the Unfaithful Sex , Must they still Triumph where they most Perplex ▪ Chloris may Bless the humble Life she Loves , She meets no Disapointments in these Groves . If she her Careless Flocks secure from Harm , No other Fear her Chearful brest Alarms , To Fright her from her welcome Shepherds Arm●… Stay here with me , and I will part my Sheep , On yonder Hill you the One half shall keep , On shady Banks wee 'le wast the Scorching day , With Songs and Tales wee 'le Drive your Grief a●…

FINIS .