Lamenting, frighted, and undone,
I fly from place to place- Fram'd by fome cruel powers above, So nice fhe is, and fair;
None from undoing can remove
Since all, who are not blind, muft love; Who are not vain, despair..
The gods no fooner give a grace,
But, fond of their own art, Severely jealous, ever place,, To guard the glories of a face, A dragon in the heart.
Proud and ill-natur'd powers they are,
Who, peevish to mankind,
For their own honour's fake, with care Make a sweet form divinely fair: Then add a cruel mind.
STREPH ON.
Since the 's infenfible of love, By honour taught to hate; If we, forc'd by decrees above, Muft fenfible to beauty prove, How tyrannous is Fate!
I to the nymph have never nam'd The cause of all my pain.
Such bafhfulness may well be blam'd; For, fince to ferve we 're not afham'd, Why fhould the blush to reign?
Hers are not fair alone.
Devouring flames require new food; My heart's confum'd almost : New fires muft kindle in her blood, Or mine go out, and that's as good.
Would't live when love is loft?
Be dead before thy paffion dies; For if thou fhould'st furvive, What anguish would thy heart furprize, To fee her flames begin to rife, And thine no more alive?
Rather what pleasure should I meet
In my triumphant scorn,
To see my tyrant at my feet;
While, taught by her, unmov'd I fit
A tyrant in my turn.
ALEXIS.
Ungentle fhepherd! ceafe, for fhame, Which way can you pretend
To merit fo divine a flame,
Who to dull life make a mean claim,
When love is at an end?
As trees are by their bark embrac❜d, Love to my foul doth cling;
When torn by the herd's greedy taste, The injur'd plants feel they 're defac'd, They wither in the fpring.
My rifled love would foon retire, Diffolving into air,
Should I that nymph cease to admire, Blefs'd in whofe arms I will expire, Or at her feet despair.
LL things fubmit themselves to your command, Fair Cælia, when it does not love withstand: The power it borrows from your eyes alone; All but the god muft yield to, who has none. Were he not blind, fuch are the charms you have, He'd quit his godhead to become your flave : Be proud to act a mortal hero's part,
And throw himself for fame on his own dart. But fate has otherwife difpos'd' of things, In different bands fubjected flaves and kings: Fetter'd in forms of royal state are they, While we enjoy the freedom to obey. That fate, like you, refiftlefs does ordain To Love, that over Beauty he fhall reign. By harmony the universe does move, And what is harmony but mutual love?
Who would refift an empire fo divine, Which univerfal nature does enjoin?
See gentle brooks, how quietly they glide, Kiffing the rugged banks on either side;
While in their crystal streams at once they show, And with them feed the flowers which they beftow : Though rudely throng'd by a too near embrace, In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To the lov'd, fea; for ftreams have their defires; Cool as they are, they feel love's powerful fires, And with fuch paffion, that if any force Stop or moleft them in their amorous course, They fwell, break down with rage, and ravage o'er The banks they kiss'd, and flowers they fed before. Submit then, Calia, ere you be reduc'd, For rebels, vanquish'd once, are vilely us'd. Beauty's no more but the dead foil, which Love Manures, and does by wife commerce improve: Sailing by fighs, through feas of tears, he fends Courtships from foreign hearts, for your own ends : Cherish the trade, for as with Indians we Get gold and jewels, for our trumpery, So to each other, for their useless toys, Lovers afford whole magazines of joys. But, if you 're fond of baubles, be, and starve, Your gewgaw reputation ftill preserve :
Live upon modesty and empty fame, Foregoing fenfe for a fantastic name.
ÆLIA, that faithful fervant you difown, Would in obedience keep his love his own:
But bright ideas, fuch as you inspire,
We can no more conceal than not admire. My heart at home in my own breast did dwell, Like humble hermit in a peaceful cell: Unknown and undisturb'd it rested there, Stranger alike to Hope and to Despair. Now Love with a tumultuous train invades The facred quiet of those hallow'd shades ; His fatal flames fhine out to every eye, Like blazing comets in a winter sky. How can my paffion merit your offence, That challenges fo little recompence ? For I am one born only to admire,
Too humble e'er to hope, scarce to defire. A thing, whose blifs depends upon your will, Who would be proud you'd deign to use him ill. Then give me leave to glory in my chain, My fruitless fighs, and my unpity'd pain. Let me but ever love, and ever be Th' example of your power and cruelty. Since fo much scorn does in your breast refide, Be more indulgent to its mother Pride.
Kill all you strike, and trample on their graves; But own the fates of your neglected flaves
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