So torn, and fo defac'd, it lies, That it could ne'er be known by th' eyes; And knew by th' voice that 'twas mine own. A fhipwreck'd body tow'rds her draw, But, when the corpse on shore were cast, Turn'd to a bird and fo at laft fhall I : Both from my murder'd heart and murderer fly. ANSWER TO THE PLATONICKS. So angels love; fo let them love for me; When I'm all foul, such shall my love too be: Who nothing here but like a spirit would do, In a fhort time, believe 't, will be one too. But, fhall our love do what in beafts we fee? Ev'n beasts eat too, but not fo well as we : And you as juftly might in thirst refuse The use of wine, because beafts water use: They taste those pleasures as they do their food; Undrefs'd they take 't, devour it raw and crude.: But to us men, Love cooks it at his fire, And adds the poignant fauce of fharp defire. Beafts Beafts do the fame: 'tis true; but ancient Fame So much he' esteem'd his pleasure 'bove his state. As lambent flames to men i' th' frigid zone. That warms like his, and does, like his, beget. you call this; a name to your's more juft, If an inordinate defire be luft : Pygmalion, loving what none can enjoy, Loving one first because she could love Nobody, afterwards loving her with Defire. W 'HAT new-found witchcraft was in thee, R Fool Fool that I was! who, having found A rich and funny diamond, Admir'd the hardness of the stone, All gentleness, with that esteem'd, His conqueror through the streets does ride, From which I'm waken'd now; but, oh! For now th' effects of loving are But fince, alas! too much 'tis prov'd, That yet 'twas fomething that I lov'd; At an impoffibility: Defires, which, whilft fo high they foar, Are proud as that I lov'd before. THE SO UL. F mine eyes do e'er declare They 've seen a fecond thing that 's fair; Or ears, that they have mufick found, Befides thy voice, in any found; If my taste do ever meet, After thy kifs, with aught that's fweet; Aught to be smooth, or foft, but you ; Or the Eastern fummer, brings, Do my fmell perfuade at all Aught perfume, but thy breath, to call; And fo through thee more powerful pafs, Be not in thee fo' epitomis'd, That nought material 's not compris'd; As all, but thou, appears to me! If I ever anger know, Till fome wrong be done to you ;. Without thy image ftamp'd on it; Or any fear, till I begin 'To find that you 're concern'd therein; If a joy e'er come to me, That taftes of any thing but thee; If any forrow touch my mind, Whilft you are well, and not unkind; If I a minute's fpace debate, Whether I fhall curfe and hate The things beneath thy hatred fall, As to allow a toleration To the least glimmering inclination :. Be |