XII. TO AMORET. FAIR! that you may truly know If sweet Amoret complains, Do not only grieve, but die. Would untie his iron chain, And those scorching beams to fhun, To thy gentle fhadow run. If the foul had free election To difpofe of her affection, If not a love, a strong defire 'Tis amazement more than love As the most delicious food, Life and gladness to the heart. That is mortal can sustain. Scarce can I to Heav'n excufe The devotion which I ufe Unto that adored dame; For 't is not unlike the fame 50 Which I thither ought to fend; So that if it could take end, XV. TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND. BRAVE Holland leads, and with him Falkland goes: Not that these ornaments make swords lefs sharp; 5 And tho' he be the patron of that spring, Ah, noble Friend! with what impatience all Some happy wind over the ocean blow ΤΟ 20 This tempeft yet, which frights our island fo! XIV. TO PHYLLIS. PHYLLIS! why fhould we delay Phyllis! to this truth we owe 10 15 20 22 XV. TO MY LORD OF FALKLAND. BRAVE Holland leads, and with him Falkland goes: Not that these ornaments make swords lefs fharp; 5 Ah, noble Friend! with what impatience all ΤΟ Some happy wind over the ocean blow This tempeft yet, which frights our island fo! Guarded with ships, and all the sea our own, From Heav'n this mischief on our heads is thrown. 20 |