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He's a fool that basely dallies
Where each peasant mates with him. Shall I haunt the thronged vallies, Whilst there's noble hills to climb ?
No, no ;-though clowns
Are scar'd with frowns,
I know the best can but disdain :
- And those I'll prove,
So will thy' love
Be all bestow'd on me in vain.
I do scorn to'vow a duty
Where each lustful lad may woo: Give me her whose sun-like beauty Buzzards dare not soar unto.
She, she it is
Affords that bliss
For which I would refuse no pain :
But such as you,
Fond fools, adieu !
You seek to captive me in vain.
Leave me then, thou Syren, ? leave me!
Seek no more to work my harms : 16 shall your."
* " you Syrens."
Crafty wiles cannot deceive me;
I'am proof against your charms.
You labour may
To lead astray
The heart that constant shall remain;
And I the while
Will sit and smile
To see you spend your time in vain.
(From “The Shepherd's Hunting."]
And though for her sake I'm crost,
Though my best hopes I have lost,
And knew she would make my trouble
Ten times more than ten times double,
I should love and keep her too,
Spite of all the world could do.
For though banish'd from my fucks,
Arid confin'd within these rocks,
Here I waste away the light,
And consume the sullen night,
She doth for my comfort stay
And keeps many cares away.
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Though I miss the flowery fields,
With those sweets the spring-tide yields,
Though I may not see those grovesi
Where the shepherds chant their loves,
And the lasses more excel; ; ;
Than the sweet-voic'd Philomel ; .
Though of all those pleasures past
Nothing now remains at last :
But remembrance, poor relief,,,,,,
That more makes than mends' my grief;..
She's my mind's companion still, :
Maugre Envy's evil will.
Whence she should be driven too,
Were't in mortals power to do.
She doth tell me where to borrow
Comfort in the midst of sorrow,
Makes the desolatest place
To her presence be a grace,
And the blackest discontents..
To be pleasing ornaments.
In my former days of bliss
Her divine skill taught me this,
That from every thing I saw
I could some invention draw, ..
And raise pleasure to ber height ...,
Through the meanest: object's sight. . .
By the murmur of a spring," ici
Or the least bough's rusteling;
By a daisy whose leaves spread, is
Shut when Titan goes to bed; ; in i
Or a shady bush or treenini nd.
She could more infuse in me;":-;:. '
Than all nature's beauties can',': : :,,! data
In some other wiser man.::;. ,'1!
By her help I also now i'nin, siis
Make this churlish place allow '. ..
Some things that may sweeten gladness
In the very gall of sadness. ....4+1 2011
The dull loneness, the black shade in i
That these hanging vaults have made, i; ;!
The strange music of the waves, is! .
Beating on these hollow caves ; :D !!..
This black den, which rocks emboss, u!: "...!
Overgrown with eldest moss ; ';'), Y
The rude portals that give light... ::
More to terror than delight; irres'. Dit
This my chamber of neglect, :
Therefore, thou best earthly bliss,
I will cherish thee for, this,
Poesy !--thou sweet'st content
That e'er heaven to mortals lent.
Tho' they as a trifle leave thee
Whose dull thoughts can not conceive thee,
Tho' thou be to them a scorn
That to nought but earth are born ;
Let my life no longer be
Than I am in love with thee.
Though our wise ones call thee madness,
Let me never taste of gladness
If I love not thy maddest fits
More than all their greatest wits.
And tho' some too seeming holy
Do account thy raptures folly,
Thou dost teach me to contemn
What makes knaves and fools of them.
Oh, high power ! that oft doth carry