When heaven fhall be adorn'd by thee, (Which then more heav'n than 'tis, will be)

"Tis thou must write the pocfy there, For it wanteth one as yet,

Tho'the fun pass through't twice a year, The fun, which is cfteem'd the god of

Wit.

COWLEY.

The difficulties which have been raifed about identity in philofophy, are by Cowley with ftill more perplexity applied to Love:

Five years ago (fays story) I lov'd you, For which you call me moft inconftant.

now;

Pardon

Pardon me, madam, you mistake the

man;

For I am not the fame that I was then;

No flesh is now the fame 'twas then in

mc,

And that my mind is chang'd yourself may fee.

The fame thoughts to retain ftill, and intents

Were more inconftant far; for accidents Muft of all things moft ftrangely incon

ftant prove,

If from one fubject they t'another move: My members then, the father members

were

From whence thefe take their birth,

which now are here.

If then this body love what th'other did,

"Twere inceft, which by nature is forbid.

The love of different women is, in geographical poetry, compared to travel through different countries:

Haft thou not found, each woman's breaft

(The lands where thou haft travelled) Either by favages poffeft,

Or wild, and uninhabited ?

What joy could'ft take, or what repose In countries fo uncivilis'd as thofe ?

Luft, the fcorching dog-ftar, here
Rages with immoderate heat;

Whilft Pride, the rugged Northern

Bear,

In others makes the cold too great.

And

And where these are temp'rate known,

The foil's all barren fand, or rocky

ftone.

COWLEY.

A lover, burnt up by his affection, is compared to Egypt:

The fate of Egypt I sustain,

And never feel the dew of rain, From clouds which in the head appear; But all my too much moisture owe, To overflowings of the heart below.

COWLEY.

The lover fuppofes his lady acquainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of facrifice:

And yet this death of mine, I fear,
Will ominous to her appear:

When

When found in every other part,

Her facrifice is found without an heart.

For the laft tempeft of my

Shall figh out that too, with

death

my breath.

That the chaos was harmonifed has been recited of old; but whence the different founds arofe, remained for a modern to discover:

Th' ungovern'd parts no correfpon

dence knew,

An artless war from thwarting motions

grew;

Till they to number and fixt rules were brought.

Water and air he for the tenor chofe, Earth made the Bafe, the Treble flame

arofe.

COWLEY,

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