Oh, fountains! when in you shall I Myself, eas'd of unpeaceful thoughts, espy? Oh fields! oh woods! when, when fhall I be made The happy tenant of your shade ? Here's the fpring-head of pleasure's flood; Where all the riches lie, that the Has coin'd and stamp'd for good. Pride and ambition here, Only in far-fetch'd metaphors appear; Here nought but winds can hurtful murmurs scattery And nought but echo flatter. The Gods, when they defcended, hither From heaven did always chufe their way; And therefore we may boldly fay, That 'tis the way too thither. How happy here should I, And one dear. She, live, and embracing die !` I should have then this only fear Left men, when they my pleasures fee, MY M Y DIET. NOW, by my Love, the greatest oath that is, None loves you half fo well as I: I do not ask your love for this; But for Heaven's fake believe me, or I die. His mafter should believe that he does ferve; 'Tis no luxurious diet this, and fure + If 't can but keep together life and love. I do not feasts and banquets look to have, On a fight of pity I.a year can live; One tear will keep me twenty, at least; An hundred years on one kind word I'll feaft: If you an inclination have for me; THE TH THE THIEF. HOU robb'ft my days of bufinefs and delights, Ah, lovely thief! what wilt thou do? Thou ev'n my prayers doft steal from me; Begin to God, and end them all to thee. Is it a fin to love, that it should thus, But thy name all the letters make; What do I feek, alas! or why do I The divine prefence there too is, But to torment men, not to give them blifs. ALL T IS well, 'tis well with them, say I, Whofe fhort-liv'd paffions with themselves can die: For none can be unhappy, who, 'Midft all his ills, a time does know (Though ne'er fo long) when he shall not be fo. Whatever parts of me remain, But, like a God, by powerful art 'Twas all in all, and all in every part.. My' affection no more perish can Mix'd with another's fubftance be, Let Nature, if she please, difperfe My atoms over all the universe;. At the last they easily shall Themselves know, and together call; For thy love, like a mark, is stamp'd on all. LOVE AND LIFE. Now, fure, within this twelvemonth paft, I 'ave lov'd at least some twenty years or more:: Than that with which our life does fcore: Not that Love's hours or minutes are Thin airy things extend themselves in space, Yet Love, alas! and Life, in me, A double, different motion? O yes, there may; for fo the felf-fame fun Swiftly his daily journey he goes, But treads his annual with a statelier pace; Within one yearly circle's space; At once, with double course in the fame sphere, When |