How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?I, who by Toils of Sickness, am becomeAlmost as near as thou art to a Tomb?While every soft, and every tender StrainIs ruffl’d, and ill-natur’d grown with Pain.But, at thy Name, my languisht Muse revives,And a new Spark in the dull Ashes strives.I…
Opprest, and sighing with the Heavy WeightOf an Unhappy dear Lov’d Monarch’s Fate;A lone retreat, on Thames’s Brink she found,With Murmering Osiers fring’d, and bending Willows Crown’d,Thro’ the thick Shade cou’d dart no Chearful Ray,Nature dwelt here as in disdain of Day:Content, and Pleas’d with Nobler Solitude,No Wood-Gods, Fawns, nor Loves did here Intrude,Nor Nests…
For whom fresh pains he did create,And strange tyrannic power he shew’d;From thy bright eyes he took his fire,Which round about in sport he hurl’d;But ’twas from mine he took desireEnough to undo the amorous world.From me he took his sighs and tears,From thee his pride and cruelty;From me his languishments and fears,And every killing…
For whom Fresh pains he did create,And strange Tryanic power he show’d;From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,Which round about, in sport he hurl’d;But ’twas from mine he took desire,Enough to undo the Amorous World.From me he took his sighs and tears,From thee his Pride and Crueltie;From me his Languishments and Feares,And every Killing…
The Sun it self, though it had Strove,It could not have betray’d us:The place secur’d from humane Eyes,No other fear allows,But when the Winds that gently rise,Doe Kiss the yielding Boughs.Down there we satt upon the Moss,And did begin to playA Thousand Amorous Tricks, to passThe heat of all the day.A many Kisses he did…
By an impatient Passion sway’d,Surpris’d fair Cloris, that lov’d Maid,Who cou’d defend her self no longer;All things did with his Love conspire,The gilded Planet of the Day,In his gay Chariot, drawn by Fire,War now descending to the Sea,And left no Light to guide the World,But what from Cloris brighter Eves was hurl’d.2.In alone Thicket, made…
Wont to be priz’d above all Wealth,Disease that has more Joys than Health;Though we blaspheme thee in our Pain,And of Tyranny complain,We are all better’d by thy Reign.What Reason never can bestow,We to this useful Passion owe:Love wakes the dull from sluggish ease,And learns a Clown the Art to please:Humbles the Vain, kindles the Cold,Makes…
The softest pratler that e’er found a Tongue,His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ;Which now each List’ning Angel smiling hears,Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;Wanton as unfledg’d Cupids, ere their CharmsHas learn’d the little arts of doing harms ;Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind,And tho translated could not be refin’d…
A thousand Beauties have betray’d,That languish in resistless Fire.The untam’d Heart to hand I brought,And fixt the wild and wandring Thought.I never vow’d nor sigh’d in vainBut both, thô false, were well receiv’d.The Fair are pleas’d to give us pain,And what they wish is soon believ’d.And thô I talked of Wounds and Smart,Loves Pleasures only…
Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth:And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth.This last will justifie my soft complaint,While that may serve to lessen my constraint;And without Blushes I the Youth persue,When so much beauteous Woman is in view.Against thy Charms we struggle but in vainWith thy deluding Form thou giv’st us pain,While the…
