Return, return, gay planet of mine East,

Of all that fhines thou much the best!

And, as thou now defcend'ft to fea,

More fair and fresh rise up from thence to me!

Thou, who in many a propriety,

So truly art the fun to me,

Add one more likeness (which I'm sure you can)

And let me and my fun beget a man!

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M-Y

PICTURE.

HERE, take my likeness with you, whilst 'tis so ;

For, when from hence you go,

The next fun's rifing will behold

Me pale, and lean, and old:

The man who did this picture draw, Will fwear next day my face he never saw.

I really believe, within a while,

If you upon this fhadow smile,

Your prefence will fuch vigour give

(Your prefence, which makes all things live!) And abfence fo much alter me,

This will the substance, I the shadow, be.

When from your well-wrought cabinet you take it,
And your bright looks awake it,

Ah! be not frighted if you fee

The new-foul'd picture gaze on thee,
And hear it breathe a figh or two;

For those are the first things that it will do.

My

My rival-image will be then thought bleft,
And laugh at me as dispossest;

But thou, who (if I know thee right)

I' th' fubftance doft not much delight,
Wilt rather fend again for me,

Who then shall but my picture's picture be.

N

THE

CONCEALMENT.

O; to what purpose should I speak?

No, wretched heart! fwell till you break.
She cannot love me if fhe would;

And, to fay truth, 'twere pity that she should.
No; to the grave thy forrows bear;

As filent as they will be there :

Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound does give,
So handfomely the thing contrive,

That she may guiltless of it live;
So perish, that her killing thee
May a chance-medley, and no murder, be.

'Tis nobler much for me, that I
By' her beauty, not her anger, die :
This will look justly, and become
An execution; that, a martyrdom.

The cenfuring world will ne'er refrain
From judging men by thunder flain.
She must be angry, fure, if I should be
So bold to ask her to make me,

By being her's, happier than the!
I will not; 'tis a milder fate

To fall by her not loving, than her hate,

And

And yet this death of mine, I fear, Will ominous to her appear; When, found in every other part, Her facrifice is found without an heart; For the last tempeft of my death

breath.

Shall figh out that too with my Then fhall the world my noble ruin fee, Some pity and fome envy me;

Then she herself, the mighty she,

Shall grace my funerals with this truth ; "Twas only Love deftroy'd the gentle youth!"

WHAT mines of fulphur in my breaft do lie,

That feed th' eternal burnings of my heart!
Not Ætna flames more fierce or conftantly,
The founding shop of Vulcan's fmoky art:
Vulcan his shop has placed there,

And Cupid's forge is fet-up here.

Here all thofe arrows' mortal heads are made,
That fly fo thick unfeen through yielding air;
The Cyclops here, which labour at the trade,
Are Jealoufy, Fear, Sadnefs, and Defpair.
Ah, cruel God! and why to me
Gave you this curft monopoly?

I have the trouble, not the gains, of it :-
Give me but the disposal of one dart,
And then (I'll atk no other benefit)
Heat as you please your furnace in my heart:

Se

So fweet's revenge to me, that I
Upon my foe would gladly die.

Deep into' her bosom would I strike the dart,
Deeper than woman e'er was struck by thee;

Thou giv'ft them fmall wounds, and fo far from th' heart,

They flutter still about, inconftantly :

Curfe on thy goodness, whom we find
Civil to none but woman-kind!

Vain God! who women doft thyself adore !
Their wounded hearts do ftill retain the powers
To travel and to wander, as before:
Thy broken arrows 'twixt that sex and ours
So 'unjustly are distributed,

They take the feathers, we the head.

'VE followed thee a year, at least,

And never ftopp'd myself to reft;

But yet can thee o'ertake no more
Than this day can the day that went before.

In this our fortunes equal prove
To stars, which govern them above;

Our stars, that move for ever round,

With the fame distance ftill betwixt them found.

In vain, alas! in vain I ftrive

The wheel of Fate fafter to drive;
Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.

Hearts

Hearts by Love ftrangely fhuffled are,
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers flain;
The wounded heart ne'er turns, to wound again.

Thought, I'll fwear, I could have lov'd no more Than I had done before;

But you as easily might account Till to the top of numbers you amount, As caft up my love's score.

Ten thousand millions was the fum;

Millions of endless millions are to come.

I'm fure her beauties cannot greater grow;
Why should my love do fo?

A real caufe at first did move ;
But mine own fancy now drives-on my love,
With fhadows from itself that flow.

My love, as we in numbers fee,

By cyphers is increas'd eternally.

So the new-made and untry'd spheres above

Took their first turn from th' hand of Jove ;
But are, fince that beginning, found

By their own forms to move for ever round.
All violent motions fhort do prove;

But, by the length, 'tis plain to see
That Love's a motion natural to me.