Or any cares but his thy breaft enthrall,
Thou never yet his power haft known;
Love fits on a defpotic throne,

And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at all.

Now if thou art fo loft a thing,

Here all thy tender forrows bring,
And prove whofe patience longest can endure;
We'll ftrive whofe fancy fhall be loft

In dreams of fondest paffion most,
For if thou thus haft lov'd, oh! never hope a cure.

A

SONG XI.

Maxim this, amongst the wife,

That absence cures a love-fick mind;
And others, who philofophife,

Gravely pronounce, that Love is blind."

Alas! too well do lovers fee,

And, feparated, beft agree.

Banish me from Belindas fight;

Or, the fond maid far hence remove:
Our bodies part; our fouls unite;

The more we grieve, the more we love :
Believe the youth you wrongly blame;
Abfence adds fuel to the flame.

VOL. I.

H

Between

Between us burning defarts place;
Or trackless mountains hid in fnow:
Or, let the wide unfathom'd space

Of roaring feas between us flow:
Place, or not place them; 'tis all one;
Empires have bounds, but love has none.

Secure us, if you can secure,

On diftant rocks, in towers of brass : When faithful lovers most endure,

Still moft improv'd their minutes pafs:

Imprison her; imprison me:

In fpite of prifons, thought is free.

Ceafe, then, your idle cruel arts;
Recall your harsh command:
A destiny rules over hearts,

And who can destiny withstand?
In vain, alas! is human skill :
Love will be love, do what you will.

SONG

Where there is no place

For the glow-worm to lie;
Where there is no space

For receit of a fly :

Where the midge dares not venture,
Left herself fast she lay:

If Love come, he will enter,

And foon find out his way,

You may esteem him

A child for his might,

Or you may deem him

A coward from his flight;

* This excellent old fong, dr. Percy tells us, he could only give from modern copies, and not even that we believe without a few brilliant touches from his own pencil. All the copies, both old and new, which the editor confulted, were too incorrect to be made use of, though no less than eight additional verfes are to be found in the black letter copies.

But if fhe, whom love doth honour,
Be conceal'd from the day,
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.

OF

SONG XIII.

FT on the troubled oceans face
Loud ftormy winds arise;

The murmuring furges fwell apace,
And clouds obfcure the skies.

But when the tempefts rage is o'er,
Soft breezes fmooth the main ;
The billows cease to lash the shore,
And all is calm again.

Not fo in fond and amorous fouls
If tyrant Love once reigns,
There one eternal tempeft rolls,
And yields unceasing pains.
Ah! cruel god! our peace restore,
Or wound us with thy fhafts no more.