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Cerne NIHIL, cerni dices nihil absque colore.
DAPHNE. Tell me then the reason, why Love from hearts in love does fly? Why the bird will build a nest, Where she ne'er intends to rest ?
Daphne never was so fair,
Be, by my example, wise ;
Devouring flames require new food; Faith to pleasure sacrifice.
My heart's consum'd almost :
New fires must kindle in her blood,
Or mine go out, and that 's as good.
Would'st live when love is lost?
Be dead before thy passion dies; By my tears, my heart's disguise,
For if thou should'st survive, I thy love and thee despise.
What anguish would thy heart surprise, Womankind more joy discovers
To see her flames begin to rise, Making fools, than keeping lovers.
And thine no more alive?
There sighs not on the plain
So lost a swain as I;
On that bewitching face,
I fly from place to place.
So nice she is, and fair;
Who are not vain, despair.
Ungentle shepherd ! cease, for shame,
Which way can you pretend
When love is at an end ?
Love to my soul doth cling;
They wither in the spring.
Dissolving into air,
Or at her feet despair.
The gods no sooner give a grace,
But, fond of their own art,
A dragon in the heart.
Who, peevish to mankind,
Then add a cruel mind.
Since she's insensible of love,
By Honour taught to bate;
How tyrannous is Fate !
The cause of all my pain.
Such bashfulness may well be blam'd ;
Why should she blush to reign?
But, if her hanghty heart despise
My humble proffer'd one,
Hers are not fair alone.
They swell, break down with rage, and ravage o'er “ Honour's got in, and keeps her heart, The banks they kiss'd, and flowers they fed before. Durst he but venture once abroad, Submit then, Cælia, ere you be reduc'd,
In my own right I'd take your part,
And show myself a mightier god."
This huffing Honour domineers
In breasts, where he alone has place: Sailing by sighs, through seas of tears, he sends
But if true generous Love appears,
The hector dares not show his face.
Let me still languish and complain, So to each other, for their useless toys,
Be most inhumanly denyd : Lovers afford whole magazincs of joys.
I have some pleasure in my pain, But, if you 're fond of baubles, be, and starve, She can have none with all her pride. Your gewgaw reputation still preserve:
I fall a sacrifice to Love, Live upon modesty and empty fame,
She lives a wretchi for Honours sake. Foregoing sense for a fantastic name.
Whose tyrant does most cruel prove,
The difference is not hard to make.
You'll find hers cannot be the same;
"Tis noble confidence in men,
In women mean mistrustful shame.
The utmost grace the Greeks could show, Stranger alike to Hope and to Despair.
When to the Trojans they grew kind, Now Love with a tumultuous train invades
Was with their arms to let them go,
And leave their lingering wives behind.
They beat the men, and burnt the town; Like blazing comets in a winter sky.
Then all the baggage was their own.
There the kind deity of wine
Kiss'd the soft wanton god of love; Too humble e'er to hope, scarce to desire. This clapp'd his wings, that press'd his vine; A thing, whose bliss depends upon your will,
And their best powers united move, Who would be proud you'd deign to use him ill. While each brave Greek embrac'd his punk, Then give me leave to glory in my chain,
Lull'd her asleep, and then grew drunk.
Would seem a winter's day;
Are torn and snatch'd away. But Love has carefully design'd for me,
But, oh! how slowly minutes roll, The last perfection of misery,
When absent from her eyes;
That fed my love, which is my soul
It languishes and dies.
It mournfully does move;
The living tomb of love.
You wiser men despise me not;
Whose love-sick fancy raves,
Short ages live in graves.
Whene'er those wounding eyes, so full Phillis continued still unkind:
Of sweetness you did see, “ Then you may e'en despair,” he said,
Had you not been profoundly dull, " In vain I strive to change her mind.
You had gone mad like me.
Nor censure us, you who perceive
So sweet a face, so soft a heart, My best-belov'd and me,
Such eyes so very kind, Sigh and lament, complain and grieve;
Betray, alas! the silly art You think we disagree.
Virtue had ill design'd. Alas! 'tis sacred jealousy,
Poor feeble tyrant! who in vain Love rais'd to an extreme;
Would proudly take upon her, The only proof, 'twixt them and me,
Against kind Nature to maintain We love, and do not dream.
Affected rules of Honour. Fantastic fancies fondly/move,
The scorn she bears so helpless proves, And in frail joys believe :
When I plead passion to her, Taking false pleasure for true love;
That much she fears (but more she loves) But pain can ne'er deceive.
Her vassal should undo her.
And anxious cares, when past,
LOVE AND LIFE.
A SONG Absent from thee I languish still;
Then ask me not, When I return? The straying fool 't will plainly kill,
To wish all day, all night to mourn. Dear, from thine arms then let me Ay,
That my fantastic mind may prove The torinents it deserves to try,
That tears my fix'd heart from my love.
To thy sate bosom I retire,
May I contented there expire!
I fall on some base heart unblest;
And lose my everlasting rest.
All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone :
By memory alone.
How can it then be mine?
Phillis, is only thine.
False hearts, and broken vows;
'Tis all that Heaven allows.
A SONG, Paillis, be gentler, I advise,
Make up for time mis-spent, When Beauty on its death-bed lies,
'Tis high time to repent. Such is the malice of your fate,
That makes you old so soon;
How early e'er begun.
Whose stars contrive, in spite,
Her fading beauty's night.
You 'll peevishly be coy,
And never know the joy.
While on those lovely looks I gaze,
To see a wretch pursuing,
His pleasing happy ruin:
His fate is too aspiring,
Dies wishing and admiring,
Your slave from death remoring;
Or learn you mine of loving.
In love 'tis equal measure;
The vanquish'd die with pleasure.
What cruel pains Corinna takes,
To force that harmless frown;
Love cannot lose his own.
To this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms,