So near was he to heaven's delight,

As with the blest converse he might,
Yet could not get one drop of water by 't.

Ah wretch! I feem to touch her now; but oh,
What boundless spaces do us part!
Fortune, and friends, and all earth's empty show,
My lowness, and her high defert:

But these might conquerable prove ;
Nothing does me fo far remove,

As her hard foul's averfion from my love.

So travellers, that lose their way by night,
If from afar they chance t' efpy

Th' uncertain glimmerings of a taper's light,
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
Till, wearied with the fruitlefs pain,
They fit them down, and weep in vain,
And there in darkness and despair remain.

RESOLVED TO LOVE.

I

Wonder what the grave and wife

Think of all us that love;

Whether our pretty fooleries

Their mirth or anger move:

They understand not breath that words does want;

Our fighs to them are infiguificant.

One

One of them faw me, th' other day,

Touch the dear hand which I admire;

My foul was melting ftrait away,

And dropt before the fire:

This filly wife-man, who pretends to know,
Afk'd why I look'd fo pale, and trembled o

Another, from my miftrefs' door

Saw me with eyes all watery come; Nor could the hidden caufe explore,

But thought fome fmoke was in the room: Such ignorance from unwounded learning came, He knew tears made by smoke, but not by flame.

If learn'd in other things you be,

And have in love no skill,

For God's fake keep your arts from me,
For I'll be ignorant still:

Study or action others may embrace;

My love 's my bufinefs, and my books her face.

These are but trifles, I confefs,

Which me, weak mortal! move;

Nor is your busy serioufnefs

Lefs trifling than my love:

The wifest king, who from his facred breast
Pronounc'd all vanity, chose it for the best.

G

MY FAT E.

O bid the needle his dear North forfake,

To which with trembling reverence it does bend ; Go bid the ftones a journey upwards make;

Go bid th' ambitious flame no more ascend : And, when these false to their old motions prove, Then fhall I cease thee, thee alone, to love..

The fast-link'd chain of everlasting Fate

Does nothing tie more ftrong than me to you; My fixt love hangs not on your love or hate,

But will be ftill the fame, whate'er you do: You cannot kill my love with your disdain; Wound it you may, and make it live in pain. Me, mine example, let the Stoicks use,

Their fad and cruel doctrine to maintain ; Let all predeftinators me produce,

Who struggle with eternal bonds in vain :
This fire I 'm born to—but 'tis she must tell,
Whether 't be beams of heaven or flames of hell.

You who men's fortunes in their faces read,
To find out mine, look not, alas ! on me ;
But mark her face, and all the features heed;
For only there is writ my destiny :

Or, if ftars fhew it, gaze not on the skies;
But ftudy the aftrology of her eyes.

If thou find there kind and propitious rays,
What Mars or Saturn threaten I'll not fear;
I well believe the fate of mortal days

Is writ in heaven; but oh, my heaven is there. What can men learn from stars they fcarce can fee? Two great lights rule the world, and her two me.

THE HEART-BREAKING.

IT gave a piteous groan, and so it broke ;

In vain it fomething would have spoke :
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poifon put into a Venice-glafs.

I thought that this fome remedy might prove;
But oh, the mighty ferpent Love,

Cut by this chance in pieces small,

In all ftill liv'd, and ftill it ftung in all.

And now, alas ! each little broken part
Feels the whole pain of all my heart;
And every smallest corner ftill

Lives with that torment which the whole did kill.

Even fo rude armies, when the field they quit,

And into several quarters get;

Each troop does spoil and ruin more

Than all join'd in one body did before.

How many Loves reign in my bofom now!

How many loves, yet all of you !
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Thus

Thus have I chang'd with evil fate My Monarch-Love into a Tyrant-State.

THO

THE USURPATIO N.

HOU adft to my foul no title or pretence;
I was mine own, and free,

Till I had given myself to thee;

But thou haft kept me flave and prisoner since.
Well, fince fo infolent thou 'rt grown,
Fond tyrant! I'll depofe thee from thy throne;
Such outrages must not admitted be

In an elective monarchy.

Part of my heart by gift did to thee fall;
My country, kindred, and my best
Acquaintance, were to share the rest;

But thou, their covetous neighbour, drav'st out all i
Nay more; thou mak'st me worship thee,

And would'st the rule of my religion be:
Did ever tyrant claim fuch power as you,
To be both emperor and pope too?

The public miferies, and my private fate,
Deferve fome tears; but greedy thou
(Infatiate maid!) wilt not allow

That I one drop from thee should alienate :
Nor wilt thou grant my fins a part,

Though the fole cause of most of them thou art ;
Counting my tears thy tribute and thy due,

Since first mine eyes I gave to you.

Thou