Of either cheek;

And primroses white as thy fingers seek! Nay! thou mayst prove

That Man's most noble Passion is to love!

JULIA WEEPING.

FAIREST! when thine eyes did pour
A crystal shower,

I was persuaded that some stone
Had liquid grown!

And thus amazèd, sure, thought I,

When stones are moist, some rain is nigh!

Why weep'st thou? 'Cause thou cannot be More hard to me!

So lionesses pity; so

Do tigers too!

So doth that bird, which, when she 's fed On all the man, pines o'er the head!

Yet I'll make better omens, till
Event beguile!

Those pearly drops, in time, shall be
A precious sea!

And thou shalt, like thy coral, prove
Soft under water; hard above!

(With this wait start let'

How socks, that human breasts more,

Are to their fames unned?

Material chains, such sprm vel may bimd When this soft braid can be bot arm and mai

Now, Beauties! I defy your charm!
Ruled by more povesti An

This mystic wreath, which crowns my a
Defends my vanguished bear!

And I, subdued by one more fair, shall be
Secured from conquest, by captivity!

No! I will sooner trust the wind,
When, falsely kind,

It courts the pregnant sails into a storm;

(And, when the smiling waves persuade. Be willingly betrayed!)

Than thy deceitful vows, or form!

Go, and beguile some easy heart

With thy vain art!

Thy smiles and kisses, on those fools bestow, Who only see the calms that sleep

On this smooth flatt'ring deep;

But not the hidden dangers know.

They that, like me, thy falsehood prove,
Will scorn thy love!

Some may, deceived at first, adore thy shrine:
But he that, as thy sacrifice,

Doth willingly fall twice,

Dies his own martyr; not thine!

WITH a whip of lilies, Love
Swiftly me before him drove :
On we coursed it, through deep, floods,
Hollow valleys, and rough woods,
Till a snake, that lurking lay,
Chanced to sting me by the way.

Now my soul was nigh to death;
Ebbing, flowing, with my breath:
When, LOVE, fanning with his wings,
Back my fleeting spirit brings.
'Learn,' saith he, another day,

LOVE, without constraint t' obey!'

CHANGED; YET CONSTANT.

WRONG me no more!

In thy complaint,

Blamed for inconstancy.

I vowed t' adore

The fairest Saint!

Nor changed, whilst thou wert She: But if another, thee outshine;

Th' inconstancy is only thine!

To be by such

Blind fools admired,

Gives thee but small esteem;
By whom as much
Thou'dst be desired,

Didst thou less beauteous seem!

Sure, Why they love, they know not well; Who, Why they should not? cannot tell.

Women are by

Themselves betrayed,

And to their short joys cruel;

Who, foolishly,

Themselves persuade

Flames can outlast their fuel!

None (though Platonic their pretence)
With Reason love, unless by Sense!