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END.
1 Sweet End, thou sea of satisfaction, which

The wcary streams unto thy bosom tak'st;
The springs unto the spring thou first doth reach,
And, by thine inexhausted kindness, mak'st

Them fall so deep in love with thee, that through
All rocks and mountains to thy arms they flow.

2 Thou art the centre, in whose close embrace,

From all the wild circumference, each line
Directly runs to find its resting-place:
Upon their swiftest wings, to perch on thine

Ennobling breast, which is their only butt,
The arrows of all high desires are shot.

3 All labours pant and languish after thee,

Stretching their longest arms to catch their bliss;
Which in the way, how sweet soe'er it be,
They never find; and therefore on they press

Further and further, till desired thou,
Their only crown, meet'st their ambition's brow.

4. With smiles the ploughman to the smiling spring

Returns not answer, but is jealous till
His patient hopes thy happy season bring
Unto their ripeness with his corn, and fill
· His barns with plenteous sheaves, with joy his

heart;
. For thou, and none but thou, his harvest art.

5 The no less sweating and industrious lover

Lays not his panting heart to rest upon

Kind looks and gracious promises, which hover
On love's outside, and may as soon be gone

As easily they came; but strives to see
His hopes and nuptials ratified by thee.

6 The traveller suspecteth every way,

Though they thick traced and fairly beaten be;
Nor is secure but that his leader may
Step into some mistake as well as he;

Or that his strength may fail him; till he win:
Possession of thee, his wished inn.

7 Nobly besmeared with Olympic dust,

The hardy runner prosecutes his race
With obstinate celerity, in trust
That thou wilt wipe and glorify his face:

His prize's soul art thou, whose precious sake
Makes him those mighty pains with pleasure take.

8 The mariner will trust no winds, although

Upon his sails they blow fair flattery;
No tides which, with all fawning smoothness, flow
Can charm his fears into security;

He credits none but thee, who art his bay,
To which, through calms and storms, he hunts his

way.

9 And so have I, cheered up with hopes at last

To double thee, endured a tedious sea;
Through public foanıing tempests have I passed;
Through flattering calms of private suavity;

Through interrupting company's thick press;
And through the lake of mine own laziness:

10 Through many sirens' charms, which me invited

To dance to ease's tunes, the tunes in fashion;
Through many cross, misgiving thoughts, which

frighted
My jealous pen; and through the conjuration

Of ignorant and envious censures, which
Implacably against all poems itch:

11 But chiefly those which venture in a way

That yet no Muse's feet have chose to trace;
Which trust that Psyche and her Jesus may
Adorn a verse with as becoming grace

As Venus and her son; that truth may be
A nobler theme than lies and vanity.

12 Which broach no Aganippe's streams, but those

Where virgin souls without a blush may bathe:
Which dare the boisterous multitude oppose
With gentle numbers; which despise the wrath

Of gallèd sin; which think not fit to trace
Or Greek or Roman song with slavish pace.

13 And seeing now I am in ken of thee,

The harbour which inflamèd my desire,
And with this steady patience ballas'di me
In my uneven road; I am on fire,

Till into thy embrace myself I throw,
And on the shore hang up my finished vow.

16 Ballas'a :' ballasted.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

FROM ROBERT HEATH.

WHAT IS LOVE? i 'Tis a child of fancy's getting,

Brought up between hope and fear, Fed with smiles, grown by uniting

Strong, and so kept by desire: 'Tis a perpetual vestal fire

Never dying, Whose smoke like incense doth aspire,

Upwards flying.
2 It is a soft magnetic stone,

Attracting hearts by sympathy,
Binding up close two souls in one,

Both discoursing secretly:
'Tis the true Gordian knot, that ties

Yet ne'er unbinds,
Fixing thus two lovers' eyes,

As well as minds.
3 'Tis the spheres' heavenly harmony,

Where two skilful hands do strike; And every sound expressively

Marries sweetly with the like: 'Tis the world's everlasting chain

That all things tied,
And bid them, like the fixed wain,

Unmoved to bide.

PROTEST OF LOVE.
When I thee all o'er do view
I all o'er must love thee too.

By that smooth forehead, where's expressed
The candour of thy peaceful breast,
By those fair twin-like stars that shine,
And by those apples of thine eyne:
By the lambkins and the kids
Playing 'bout thy fair eyelids:
By each peachy-blossomed cheek,
And thy satin skin, more sleek
And white than Flora's whitest lilies,
Or the maiden daffodillies:
By that ivory porch, thy nose:
By those double-blanched rows
Of teeth, as in pure coral set:
By each azure rivulet,
Running in thy temples, and
Those flowery meadows 'twixt them stand:
By each pearl-tipt ear by nature, as
On each a jewel pendent was:
By those lips all dew'd with bliss,
Made happy in each other's kiss.

TO CLARASTELLA.
Oh, those smooth, soft, and ruby lips,

Whose rosy and vermilion hue
Betrays the blushing thoughts in you:
Whose fragrant, aromatic breath
Would revive dying saints from death,
Whose siren-like, harmonious air
Speaks music and enchants the ear;
Who would not hang, and fixed there
Wish he might know no other spheru?
Oh for a charm to make the sun

Drunk, and forget his motion!

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