And when she finds a lover coming on, Breaks forth, as if she cou'd not guard her heart. Ah cruel Love! the honey and the gall, Of broken vows and her unjust disdain, She fains herself unpractis'd in Love's arts, And that she wants the charms should vanquish hearts. And looks with such a blushing, modesty, As undeceives your fancy'd injury. And thus the thorne lies hid that she does bear. Thus in delusive dream the time being spent, Such were the practices and such the arts, To my Heart. WHAT ail'st thou, oh thou trembling thing Like birds that fain wou'd try the callow wing Why hast thou fill'd thyself with thought Why to thy peaceful empire hast thou brought But oh alas, I ask in vain Thou answer'st nothing back again, But in soft sighs Amintor's name. Oh thou betrayer of my liberty, Thou fond deceiver, what's the youth to thee! But so obscure I could not see The charming eyes that wounded thee, But they, like gems, by their own light Betray'd their value through the gloom of night, I felt thee heave at every look, I felt thy blood fly upward to my face, Yielding to every word, to every grace, I left thee watching in my eyes Suffering Imagination to deceive, I found thee willing to believe And with the treacherous shade conspire, To let into thyself a dangerous fire. Ah foolish wanderer, say, what would'st thou do, If thou shouldst find at second view, That all thou fanciest now were true, If thou shouldst find by day those charms, Which thus observed threaten'd undoing harms. If thou shouldst find that awful mien. Not the effects of first address, Nor of my conversation disesteem, But noble native sullenness; If thou shouldst find that soft good-natured voice (Unused to insolence and noise), Still thus adorn'd with modesty. And his mind's virtues with his wit agree, Tell me, thou forward lavish fool, What reason cou'd thy fate controul, Cease then to languish for the coming day, That may direct his wandering steps that way, When I again shall the loved form survey. SONG. BREAK, break, sad heart, unload thy grief, Give, give, thy sorrows way: Seek out thy only last relief, And thy hard stars obey : Those stars that doom thee to revere What do's themselves outshine. And placed her too in such a sphere Because Endymion once did move Aim not thou idly at the moon. Be it thy pleasure and thy pride That, wreck'd on stretch'd desire,. Thou canst thy fiercest torments hide, |