Ty mind to scorn; and, oh! Love dull'd with pain Vas ne'er so wise nor well arm'd as Disdain.

"hen with new eyes I shall survey and spy Death in thy cheeks, and darkness in thine eye. "ho' hope breed faith and love, thus taught, I shall, s nations do from Rome, from thy love fall; My hate shall outgrow thine, and utterly will renounce thy dalliance; and when I Am the recusant, in that resolute state What hurts it me to be' excommunicate?

ELEGY VII.

NATURE's lay ideot, I taught thee to love,
And in that sophistry, oh! how thou dost prove
Too subtile! Fool, thou didst not understand
The mystic language of the eye nor hand;
Nor couldst thou judge the diff'rence of the air
Of sighs, and say this lies, this sounds despair;
Nor by th' eye's water know a malady
Desperately hot, or changing feverously..
I had not taught thee then the alphabet
Of flowers, how they, devisefully being set
And bound up, might, with speechless secrecy,
Deliver errands mutely and mutually.
Remember, since all thy words us'd to be
To ev'ry suitor, "I, if my friends agree;"

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Themselves; I hate dead names: oh! then let me
Favourite in ordinary, or no favourite, be.

When my soul was in her own body sheath'd, 10
Nor yet by oaths betroth'd, nor kisses breath'did
Into my purgatory, faithless thee,

Thy heart seem'd wax, and steel thy constancy:
So careless flowers, strew'd on the water's face,
The curled whirlpools suck, smack, and embrace,
Yet drown them; so the taper's beamy eye,
Amorously twinkling, beckons the giddy fly,
Yet burns his wings; and such the devil is,
Scarce visiting them who're entirely his.
When I behold a stream, which from the spring
Doth, with doubtful melodious murmuring,
Or in a speechless slumber, calmly ride
Her wedded channel's bosom, and there chide,
And bend her brows, and swell, if any bough
Do but stoop down to kiss her utmost brow;
Yet if her often gnawing kisses win
The traiterous banks to gape and ler her in,
She rusheth violently, and doth divorce
Her from her native and her long kept course,
And roars and braves it, and in gallant scorn,
In flattering eddies promising return,

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She flouts her channel, which thenceforth is dry;
de kisti
Then say I that is she, and this am I,
Yet let not thy deep bitterness beget.
Careless despair in me, for that will whet

My mind to scorn; and, oh! Love dull'd with pain
Was ne'er so wise nor well arm'd as Disdain.

Then with new eyes I shall survey and spy
Death in thy cheeks, and darkness in thine eye.
Tho' hope breed faith and love, thus taught, I shall,
As nations do from Rome, from thy love fall;
My hate shall outgrow thine, and utterly
I will renounce thy dalliance; and when I
Am the recusant, in that resolute state
What hurts it me to be' excommunicate?

ELEGY VII.

NATURE's lay ideot, I taught thee to love,
And in that sophistry, oh! how thou dost prove
Too subtile! Fool, thou didst not understand
The mystic language of the eye nor hand;
Nor couldst thou judge the diff'rence of the air
Of sighs, and say this lies, this sounds despair;
Nor by th' eye's water know a malady
Desperately hot, or changing feverously.
I had not taught thee then the alphabet
Of flowers, how they, devisefully being set
And bound up, might, with speechless secrecy,
Deliver errands mutely and mutually.
Remember, since all thy words us'd to be
To ev'ry suitor, "I, if my friends agree;"

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Since household charms thy husband's name to teach
Were all the love-tricks that thy wit could reachginI
And since an hour's discourse could scarce have made
One answer in thee, and that ill array'd vid WL
In broken proverbs and torn sen ences,
ger! UTA
Thou art not by so many duties his

(That from the world's common having sever'd thee, Inlaid thee, neither to be seen nor see).

As mine; who have, with amorous delicacies,⠀⠀ TË. Refin'd thee into' a blissful Paradise.

Thy graces and good works my creatures be;
I planted knowledge and life's tree in thee;
Which, oh! shall strangers taste? must I, alas!
Frame and enamel plate, and drink in glass?
Chafe wax for others' seals? break a colt's force,
And leave him then, being made a ready horse ?...

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ELEGY VIII. THE COMPARISON.

As the sweet sweat of roses in a still,

As that which from chaf'd musk-cats' pores doth trill,
As the almighty balm of th' early East,
Such are the sweat-drops of my mistress' breast;
And on her neck her skin such lustre sets, SLOUNAA
They seem no sweat-drops, but pearl coronets. 70 T›
Rank sweaty froth thy mistress brow defiles,
Like spermatic issue of ripe menstruous boiles,