B The Discovery. 1. Y 'Heaven I'll tell her boldly that 'tis She; The Gods may give their Altars o're; 2. The Lightning which tall Oaks oppose in vain, The humble Furzes of the Plain. 3. Compar'd with her all things so worthless prove, That nought on earth can tow'ards her move, Till't be exalted by her Love. Equal to her, alas, there's none; She like a Deity is grown; That must Create, or else must be alone. 4. If there be man, who thinks himself so high, He deserves her less then I; For he would cheat for his relief; And one would give with lesser grief, To'an undeserving Beggar than a Thief. N Against Fruition. [O; thou'rt a fool, I'll swear, if e're thou grant : When once thy kindness puts my Ign'orance out; Keep still thy distance; for at once to me To change Thee, as Thou'rt there, for very Thee. That shouldst thou Nectar give, 'twould spoil the tast. Love undiscovered. I. Ome, others may with safety tell The moderate Flames, which in them dwell; And either find some Med'icine there, Or cure themselves ev'en by Despair; My Love's so great, that it might prove Dang'erous, to tell her that I Love. So tender is my wound, it must not bear Any salute, though of the kindest air. 2. I would not have her know the pain, 3. Yet when I dye, my last breath shall I The given Heart. I. Wonder what those Lovers mean, who say, They have giv'en their Hearts away. Some good kind Lover tell me how; For mine is but a Torment to me now. 2. If so it be, one place both hearts contain, What courtesie can Love do more, 3. Wo to her stubborn Heart, if once mine come Into the self same room; "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a Granado shot into a Magazin. 4. Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts, Of both our broken Hearts: Shall out of both one new one make, From hers, th' Allay; from mine, the Metal take. 5. For of her heart he from the flames will find Mine only will remain entire; The Prophet. I. TE chief Professour am of it. Each me to Love? go teach thy self more wit; I Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, In Tyrants Courts teach supple flattery, Teach Woman-kind inconstancy and Pride. 2. The God of Love, if such a thing there be, He who does boast that he has bin I'll lay my Life, nay Mistress on't, that's more; I'll teach him a Receipt to make Words that weep, and Tears that speak, I'll teach him Sighs, like those in Death, At which the Souls go out too with the breath: Still the Soul stays, yet still does from me run; As Light and Heat does with the Sun. 3. 'Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 'tis I, Who must new Worlds in it descry: Me Times to come, I know it, shall To hear the wholesome Doctrines of my Muse? The Resolution. I. He Devil take those foolish men, ΤΗ Who gave you first such pow'rs; 2. For shame let these weak Chains be broke; Which we nor our Forefathers e're could bear. 3. French Laws forbid the Female Raign; 'Tis all Mankind must make a Salique Law. |