Loves Visibility. I. Ith much of pain, and all the Art I knew WI To hide my Love, and yet all will not do. 2. The world perceives it, and it may be, she; By hiding it, to teach that skill to Me. 3. Men without Love have oft so cunning grown, 4. Love's of a strangely open, simple kind, But thinks none sees it 'cause it self is blind. 5. The very Eye betrays our inward smart; 6. Or if by chance the Face betray not it, Like Drunkenness, into the Tongue t'will get. Looking on, and discoursing with his Mistress. T I. Hese full two hours now have I gazing been, To look on Heav'en with mighty Gulfs between So neer was he to Heavens delight, 2. Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh, Fortune, and Friends, and all earths empty show As her hard Souls aversion from my Love. 3. So Travellers, that lose their way by night, Th' uncertain glimmerings of a Tapers light, Resolved to Love. I. Wonder what the Grave and Wise I Wonder Walt us that Love; Whether our Pretty Fooleries Their Mirth or Anger move; They understand not Breath, that Words does want; Our Sighs to them are unsignificant. 2. One of them saw me th' other day, Touch the dear hand, which I admire; My Soul was melting strait away, And dropt before the Fire. This silly Wiseman, who pretends to know, 3. Another from my Mistress' dore Saw me with eyes all watry come; Nor could the hidden cause explore, But thought some smoak was in the room; Such Ign'orance from unwounded Learning came; He knew Tears made by Smoak, but not by Flame. [4.] If learn'd in other things you be, And have in Love no skill, For Gods sake keep your arts from me, Study or Action others may embrace; My Love's my Business, and my Books her Face. [5.] These are but Trifles, I confess, Which me, weak Mortal, move; Nor is your busie Seriousness Less trifling than my Love. The wisest King who from his sacred brest G My Fate. I. O bid the Needle his dear North forsake, To which with trembling rev'erence it does bend; Go bid the Stones a journey upwards make; Go bid th' ambitious Flame no more ascend: And when these false to their old Motions prove, 2. The fast-link'd Chain of everlasting Fate Does nothing tye more strong, than Me to You; My fixt Love hangs not on your Love or Hate; But will be still the same, what e're you do. You cannot kill my Love with your disdain, Wound it you may, and make it live in pain. 3. Me, mine example let the Stoicks use, Their sad and cruel doctrine to maintain, Let all Prædestinators 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 Heav'en, or Flames of Hell. 4. You, who mens fortunes in their faces read, Or if Stars shew it, gaze not on the Skies; 5. If thou find there kind and propitious rays, Is writ in Heav'en; but, oh my heav'en is there. What can men learn from stars they scarce can see? Two great Lights rule the world; and her two, Me. The Heart-breaking. I. T gave a piteous groan, and so it broke; IT In vain it something would have spoke : The Love within too strong for❜t was, Like Poyson put into a Venice-Glass. 2. I thought that this some Remedy might prove, 3. And now (alas) each little broken part Feels the whole pain of all my Heart: Lives with that torment which the Whole did kill. 4. Even so rude Armies when the field they quit, Each Troop does spoil and ruine more, 5. How many Loves raign in my bosom now? TH The Usurpation. I. Hou'hadst to my Soul no title or pretence; Till I had giv'n my self to Thee; But thou hast kept me Slave and Prisoner since. Well, since so insolent thou'rt grown, Fond Tyrant, I'll depose thee from thy Throne ; Such outrages must not admitted be In an Elective Monarchy. |