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But has fome ftrong defires to try

What's mifery;

And longs for tears, oh he will prove

One fit for love.

How pow'rfull's love! which like a flame
That fever'd, re-unites more close :

Or like a broken limb, in frame
That ever after firmer grows.

'Tis a child of fancy's getting;
Brought up between hope and fear;
Fed with fmiles, grown by uniting
Strong, and fo kept by defire:
'Tis a perpetual veftal fire
Never dying;

Whofe fmoak like incenfe doth aspire;
Upwards flying.

It is a foft magnetick stone,

Attracting hearts by fympathy; Binding up clofe, two fouls in one; Both difcourfing fecretly:

'Tis the true gordian knot, that ties

Yet ne'er unbinds;

Fixing thus two lovers eyes
As well as minds.

'Tis the fphere's heav'nly harmony,

Where two skillful hands do ftrike;

And ev'ry found expreffively

Marrys fweetly with the like; 'Tis the world's e'erlafting chain,

That all things ty'd,

And bid them like the fixed wain,

Unmov'd to 'bide.

'Tis nature's law inviolate,

Confirm'd by mutual confent,

Where two diflike, like, love, and hate;
Each to the other's full content:

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'Tis the carefs of ev'ry thing;

The turtle dove;

Both birds and beafts do off'rings bring
To mighty love :

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'Tis th' angels joy; the God's delight; man's bliss; 'Tis all in all: without love, nothing is.

Heath's Claraftella. Fond men, that blame the love that ever ranges, To foul and fluttish love, that never changes : The mufes love by course to change their meter; Love is like linnen, often chang'd, the sweeter.

How are you fure conftancy

Is anfwer'd, Sir, with conftancy? our hearts
Are changeable; nor do I fee, why princes
Should be lefs frail than others, who confine
Affection to the fight; fince love's a fire,
Which doth only languish, and go out,
Where fuel is fubftracted; but is kept burning,
Only in the presence of another fire.

A lover's like a hunter;

Sicelides.

Main's Amorous War.

If the game be got with too much ease, he cares not for❜t.

Peter Haufted's Rival Friends.

Love's a cement,

Admits no other allay but itself,

To work upon the affections.

Lady Alimony.

Bishop King.

Love asks no dull probation; but like light,
Conveys his nimble influence at first fight.

Hear ye virgins, and I'll teach,

What the times of old did preach :
Rofamond, was in a bower
Kept, as Danae in a tower :
But yet love, who fubtle is,
Crept to that, and came to this:

Be

Be ye lock'd up like to those,
Or the rich Hefperides;

Or thofe Babies in your eyes,
In their chriftal nunneries;
Notwithstanding love will win
Or elfe force a paffage in ;
And as coy be, as you can;
Gifts will get ye, or the man.

She the payment he of love would make

Lefs understood, than yet the debt she knew;
But coins unknown fufpiciously we take ;
And debts, till manifeft, are never due.

Herrick.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

And our uncertain love,
Perhaps not bred above,
But in low regions, like the wand'ring winds,
Shews diff'rent fexes more than equal minds.

Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.
Why, in these ladies do you lengthen pain,
By giving them grief's common med'cine, doubt ?
Eafe thofe with death, whofe lovers now are flain;
Life's fire a fever is, when love is out.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert When love's afraid, do not that fear defpife; Flame trembles moft, when it doth highest rife: And yet my love may juftly be disdain'd; Since you believe it from a lover feign'd.

Sir W. Davenant's The Man's the Mafter. Ah, Goltho! Who love's fever can affwage? For though familiar feem that old disease ; Yet like religion's fit, when people rage, Few cure those evils which the patient please. Nature's religion, love, is ftill perverse;

And no commerce with cold difcretion hath :
For if difcretion speak, when love is fierce,
'Tis wav'd by love, as reafon is by faith.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
But

But mighty Julius, who had thoughts fo high
They humble feem'd, when th'aim'd at victory;
And own'd a foul fo learn'd, truth fear'd that she
Too naked were, near his philofophy :
In anger valiant; gently calm in love;
He foar'd an eagle, but he ftoop'd a dove!

Sir W. Davenant to the Queen.

1. Since you have spoke fo humbly of yourself,
You must, and fhall be comforted: Perhaps
Like confcience, love when fatisfy'd within,
May oft offend the law, and yet not fin.
2. I find the greatest love, is an offence;
For greatest love is greatest confidence:
When, trufting those who for our credence wooe;
We trust them with our love and honour too

Sir W. Davenant's Law against Lovers.
Love he had lik'd, yet never lodg'd before;
But finds him now a bold unquiet guest:
Who climbs to windows when we shut the door;
And enter'd, never lets the mafter rest.
So ftrange diforder, now he pines for health,
Makes him conceal this reveller with shame;
She not the robber knows, yet feels the stealth;
And never but in fongs, had heard his name.
Yet then it was, when she did smile at hearts,
Which country lovers wear in bleeding seals;
Ask'd where his pretty godhead found fuch darts,
As make those wounds, that only Hymen heals.
And this, her ancient maid, with fharp complaints
Heard, and rebuk'd; fhook her experienc'd head;
With tears befought her not to jeft at faints,
Nor mock those martyrs, love had captive led:
Nor think the pious poets e'er would wafte
So many tears in ink, to make maids mourn;
If injur'd lovers had in ages past

The lucky mirtle, more than willow worn.

VOL. II.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

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If love's juft pow'r he did not early fee,
Some fmall excufe we may his error give;
Since few, though learn'd, know yet, bleft love to be
That fecret vital heat, by which we live ;
But fuch it is: And though we may be thought
To have in childhood life, ere love we know;
Yet life is useless, till by reafon taught,

And love and reafon up together grow.

Nor more the old fhew they outlive their love,
If when their love's decay'd, fome figns they give
Of life, becaufe we fee them pain'd and move,

Than fnakes long cut, by torment fhew they live: If we call living life, when love is gone;

We then to foals, god's coin, vain rever'nce pay
Since reafon, which is love, and his best known
And current image, age has worn away.

And I that love and reason thus unite,
May, if I old philofophers controul,
Confirm the new, by fome new poet's light;
Who finding love, thinks he has found the foul.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

Love, in what poifon is thy dart

Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart?
None know, but they who feel the smart.
It is not thou, but we are blind;
And our corporeal eyes we find,
Dazzle the opticks of our mind.

Love to our citadel resorts,

Through thofe deceitful fally-ports:

Our centinels betray our forts.

Denham.

He that would hide love kindled once within,

Rakes but his fire up, to keep it in.

Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady.

There's nothing but a lover pleas'd with suff'rings:
All other rigours of this world,

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