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Cerne NIHIL, cerni dices nihil absque colore.
Surdum audit loquiturque nihil sine voce, volátque
Absque ope pennarum, et graditur sine cruribus ullis.
Absque loco motuque nihil per inane vagatur.
Humano generi utilius NIHIL arte medendi.
Ne rhombos igitur, neu Thessala murmura tentet
Idalia vacuum trajectus arundine pectus,
Neu legat Idæo Dictæum in vertice gramen.
Vulneribus sævi nihil auxiliatur amoris.
Vexerit et quemvis trans mæstas portitor undas,
Ad superos imo nihil hunc revocabit ab orco.
Inferni nihil inflectit præcordia regis,
Parcarúmque colos, et inexorabile pensum.
Obruta Phlegræis campis Titania pubes
Fulmineo sensit Nihil esse potentius ictu :
Porrigitur magni nihil extra mcenia mundi:
Diique nihil metuunt. Quid longo carmine plura
Commemorem? Virtute nihil præstantius ipsa,
Splendidius nihil est; NIHIL est Jove denique majus.
Sed tempus finem argutis imponere nugis :
Ne tibi si multa laudem mea carmina charta,
De nihilo nihil pariant fastidia versus.

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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 ?


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Daphne never was so fair,
Strephon, scarcely, so sincere.
Gentle, innocent, and free,
Ever pleas'd with only me.
Many charms my heart enthral,
But there's one above them all :
With aversion, she does fly
Tedious, trading, Constancy.

Cruel shepherd ! I submit,
Do what Love and you think fit:
Change is fate, and not design,
Say you would have still been mine.

Nymph, I cannot : 'tis too true,
Change has greater charms than you.

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.
Silly swain, I'll have you know,
'Twas my practice long ago:
Whilst you vainly thought me true,

Would'st live when love is lost?
I was false, in scorn of you.

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?


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There sighs not on the plain

So lost a swain as I;
Scorch'd up with love, froze with disdain,
Of killing sweetness I complain.

If 'tis Corinna, die.
Since first my dazzled eyes were thrown

On that bewitching face,
Like ruin'd birds robb'd of their young,
Lamenting, frighted, and undone,

I fly from place to place.
Fram'd by some cruel powers above,

So nice she is, and fair;
None from undoing can remove,
Since all, who are not blind, must love;

Who are not vain, despair.

Ungentle shepherd ! cease, for shame,

Which way can you pretend
To merit so divine a flame,
Who to dull life make a mean claim,

When love is at an end ?
As trees are by their bark embrac'd,

Love to my soul doth cling;
When torn by the herd's greedy taste,
The injur'd plants feel they 're defac'd,

They wither in the spring.
My rified love would soon retire,

Dissolving into air,
Should I that nymph cease to admire,
Bless'd in whose arms I will expire,

Or at her feet despair.


The gods no sooner give a grace,

But, fond of their own art,
Severely jealous, ever place,
To guard the glories of a face,

A dragon in the heart.
Proud and ill-natur'd powers they are,

Who, peevish to mankind,
For their own hovour's sake, with care
Make a sweet form divinely fair :

Then add a cruel mind.


Since she's insensible of love,

By Honour taught to bate;
If we, forc'd by decrees above,
Must sensible to beauty prove,

How tyrannous is Fate !
I to the nymph have never nam'd

The cause of all my pain.

All things submit themselves to your command,
Fair Cælia, when it does not Love withstand :
The power it borrows from your eyes alone,
All but the god must yield to, who has none.
Were he not blind, such are the charms you have,
He'd quit his godhead to become your slave:
Be proud to act a mortal hero's part,
And throw himself for fame on his own dart.
But Fate has otherwise dispos'd of things,
In different bands subjected slaves and kings:
Fetter'd in forms of royal state are they,
While we enjoy the freedom to obey.
That Fate, like you, resistless does ordain
To Love, that over Beauty he shall reign.
By harmony the universe does move,
And what is harmony but mutual love?
Who would resist an empire so divine,
Which universal Nature does enjoin?
See gentle brooks, how quietly they glide,
Kissing the rugged banks on either side;
While in their crystal streams at once they show,
And with them feed the flowers which they bestow:
Though rudely throng'd by a too near embrace,
In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace
To the lov'd sea; for streams have their desires;
Cool as they are, they feel Love's powerful fires,
And with such passion, that if any force.
Stop or molest them in their amorous course,


Such bashfulness may well be blam'd ;
For, since to serve we 're not asham'd,

Why should she blush to reign?


But, if her hanghty heart despise

My humble proffer'd one,
The just compassion she denies,
I may obtain from others' eyes;

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,
For rebels, vanquish'd once, are vilely us'd.

And show myself a mightier god."
Beauty 's no more but the dead soil, which Love
Manures, and does by wise Commerce improve:

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,
Courtships from foreign hearts, for your own ends:
Cherish the trade, for as with Indians we

The hector dares not show his face.
Get gold and jewels, for our trumpery,

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.
Consider real Honour then,

You'll find hers cannot be the same;

"Tis noble confidence in men,

In women mean mistrustful shame.
Celia, that faithful servant you disown,
Would in obedience keep his love bis own:
Bnt bright ideas, such as you inspire,
We can no more conceal than not admire.

My heart at home in my own breast did dwell,
Like humble hermit in a peaceful cell:
Unknown and undisturb’d it rested there,

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,
The sacred quiet of those hallow'd shades;
His fatal flames shine out to every eye,

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.
How can my passion merit your offence,
That challenges so little recompense?

There the kind deity of wine
For I am one born only to admire,

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.
My fruitless sighs, and my unpity'd pain.
Let me but ever love, and ever be
Thi example of your power and cruelty.
Since so much scorn does in your breast reside,

Be more indulgent to its mother, Pride.
Kill all you strike, and trample on their graves;
But own the fates of your neglected slaves :
When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lies Ax age, in her embraces past,
You give away the triumph of your eyes.

Would seem a winter's day;
Perhaps (obtaining this) you 'll think I find Where life and light, with envious haste,
More mercy, than your anger has design'd:

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;
For to my state the hopes of common peace,

That fed my love, which is my soul
Which every wretch enjoys in death, must cease,
My worst of fates attend me in my grave,

It languishes and dies.
Since, dying, I must be no more your slave. For then, no more a soul but shade,

It mournfully does move;
And haunts my breast, by absence made

The living tomb of love.

You wiser men despise me not;

Whose love-sick fancy raves,
On shades of souls, and Heaven kuows what;

Short ages live in graves.
Love bid me hope, and I obey'd;

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.
Kind jealous doubts, tormenting fears,

And anxious cares, when past,
Prove our heart's treasure fix'd and dear,
And make us bless'd at last.



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.
When wearied with a world of woe

To thy sate bosom I retire,
Where love, and peace, and truth, does flow:

May I contented there expire!
Lest, once more wandering from that heaven,

I fall on some base heart unblest;
Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven,

And lose my everlasting rest.

All my past life is mine no more,

The flying hours are gone :
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store

By memory alone.
The time that is to come is not;

How can it then be mine?
The present moment 's all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,

Phillis, is only thine.
Then talk not of inconstancy,

False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,

'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;
Your pleasure ever comes too late,

How early e'er begun.
Think what a wretched thing is she,

Whose stars contrive, in spite,
The morning of her love should be

Her fading beauty's night.
Then if, to make yo'ır ruin more,

You 'll peevishly be coy,
Die with the scandal of a whore,

And never know the joy.

While on those lovely looks I gaze,

To see a wretch pursuing,
In raptures of a bless'd amaze,

His pleasing happy ruin:
'Tis not for pity that I move;

His fate is too aspiring,
Whose heart, broke with a load of love,

Dies wishing and admiring,
But if this murder you 'd forego,

Your slave from death remoring;
Let me your art of charming know,

Or learn you mine of loving.
But, whether life or death betide,

In love 'tis equal measure;
The victor lives with empty pride,

The vanquish'd die with pleasure.




What cruel pains Corinna takes,

To force that harmless frown;
When not one charm her face forsakes.

Love cannot lose his own.

To this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms,
Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms:
Made proud and secure by such forces as these,
You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.
When innocence, beauty, and wit, do conspire
To betray, and engage, and inflame my desire;
Why should I decline what I cannot avoid,
And let pleasing Hope by base Pear be destrord?

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