A smile of thine shall make my bliss,
I will enjoy thee in a kiss.

If from this height our kindness fall,
We'll bravely scorn to love at all.
If thy affection first decay,

I will the blame on nature lay.
Alas! what cordial can remove
The hasty fate of dying Love?
Thus we will all the world excel,
In loving and in parting well.

SONG.

NOT, Celia, that I juster am

Or better than the rest;

For I would change each hour like them, Were not my heart at rest.

But I am tied to very thee
By every thought I have:
Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.

All that in woman is ador'd,

In thy dear self I find;

For the whole sex can but afford

The handsome and the kind.

Why then should I seek further store,
And still make love anew?

When change itself can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.

To Chloris.

CHLORIS, I cannot say your eyes
Did my unwary heart surprise;
Nor will I swear it was your face,
Your shape, or any nameless grace;
For, you are so entirely fair,

To love a part injustice were.

No drowning man can know which drop
Of water his last breath did stop:
So when the stars in heaven appear,
And join to make the night look clear,
The light we no one's bounty call,
But the obliging gift of all.

He that doth lips or hands adore
Deserves them only, and no more:
But I love all, and every part,
And nothing less can ease my heart.
Cupid that lover weakly strikes,
Who can express what 'tis he likes.

Indifference excused.

LOVE, when 'tis true, needs not the aid Of sighs, nor oaths, to make it known: And to convince the cruel'st maid,

Lovers should use their love alone.

Into their very looks 'twill steal,

And he that most would hide his flame

Does in that case his pain reveal :
Silence itself can love proclaim.

This, my Aurelia, made me shun

The paths that common lovers tread, Whose guilty passions are begun

Not in their heart, but in their head.

I could not sigh, and with cross'd arms
Accuse your rigour, and my fate;
Nor tax your beauty with such charms
As men adore, and women hate;

But careless liv'd, and without art,

Knowing my love you must have spied;

And thinking it a foolish part

To set to show what none can hide.

To a devout

young

Gentlewoman.

PHILLIS, this early zeal assuage!

You overact your part:

The martyrs at your

tender age

Gave heaven but half their heart.

Old men till past the pleasure ne'er

Declaim against the sin:

'Tis early to begin to fear The devil at fifteen.

The world to youth is too severe,
And, like a treacherous light,
Beauty the actions of the fair
Exposes to their sight.

And yet this world, as old as 'tis,
Is oft deceiv'd by 't too :
Kind combinations seldom miss :

Let's try what we can do.

SONG.

GET you gone-you will undo me

If you

love

me, don't pursue me!

Let that inclination perish,

Which I dare no longer cherish!

With harmless thoughts I did begin,
But in the crowd Love enter'd in ;
I knew him not, he was so gay,
So innocent, and full of play.

At every hour, in every place,
I either saw, or form'd your face:
All that in plays was finely writ
Fancy for you and me did fit.

My dreams at night were all of you,
Such as till then I never knew.

I sported thus with young Desire,
Never intending to go higher.

But now his teeth and claws are grown,

Let me the fatal lion shun;

You found me harmless-leave me so!

For, were I not, you'd leave me too.

SONG.

LOVE still has something of the sea,
From whence his mother rose:

No time his slaves from doubt can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose.