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For sure such two conspiring minds,
Which no accident, or sight,

Did thus unite;
Whom no distance can confine,

Start, or decline,
One, for another, were design'd.

TO AMORET, GONE FROM HOME.

ANCY and I, last evening walkt,

And Amoret, of thee we talkt;
The West just then had stolne the

sun,
And his last blushes had begun :
We sate, and markt how every thing
Did mourne his absence: how the spring!
That smil'd, and curl'd about his beames,
Whilst he was here, now check'd her

streames :
The wanton eddies of her face
Were taught lesse noise, and smoother grace;
And in a slow, sad channel went,
Whisp'ring the banks their discontent:
The carelesse ranks of flowers that spread
Their perfum'd bosomes to his head,

Fountain or well, as before. G.

And with an open, free embrace,
Did entertaine his beaming face ;
Like absent friends point to the West,
And on that weake reflection feast.
If creatures then that have no sence,
But the loose tye of influence,
Though Fate and Time each day remove
Those things that element their love-
At such vast distance can agree,

Why Amoret, why should not wee?

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A SONG TO AMORET.
F I were dead, and in

my place,
Some fresher youth design’d,
To warme thee with new fires, and

grace
Those armes I left behind ;
Were he as faithfull as the sunne,

That's wedded to the sphere;
His blood as chaste and temp'rate runne,

As April's mildest teares;
Or were he rich, and with his heapes,

And spacious share of Earth,
Could make divine affection cheape,

And court his golden birth :

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For all these arts I'de not believe,

-No, though he should be thine-
The mighty amorist could give

So rich a heart as mine.
Fortune and beauty thou mightst finde,

And greater men then I:
But my true resolved minde,

They never shall come nigh."
For I not for an houre did love,

Or for a day desire,
But with my soule had from above,

This endles, holy fire.

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AN ELEGY.

IS true, I am undone : yet e're I dye,
I'le leave these sighes and teares, a

legacye
To after-lovers : that remembring me,
Those sickly flames which now benighted be,
Fann'd by their warmer sighes, may love; and

prove In them the metempsuchosis of love.

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But with my true steadfast minde

None can pretend to vie.' G.

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'Twas I-when others scorn'd-vow'd you were

fair, And sware thy breath enrich'd the courser aire, Lent roses to your cheekes, made Flora bring Her nymphs with all the glories of the Spring To waite upon thy face, and gave my heart A pledge to Cupid for a quicker dart, To arme those eyes against my selfe ; to me Thou owest that tongue's bewitching harmonye: I courted angels from those upper joyes, And made them leave their spheres to heare thy

voice: I made the Indian curse the houres he spent To seeke his pearles, and wisely to repent His former folly, and confesse a sinne, Charm'd by the brighter lustre of thy skinne. I borrow'd from the winds, the gentler wing Of Zephirus, and soft soules of the Spring And made—to ayre those cheeks wth fresher graceThe warm inspirers dwell upon thy face.

Oh! jam satis....

A RHAPSODIE:

Occasionally written upon a meeting with some of his

friends at the Globe Tarerne, in a chamber painted over head with a cloudy skie, and some few dispersed starres, and on the sides, with land-scapes, hills, shepheards and sheep.'

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ARKNES, and stars i' th’ mid-day! They

invite

Our active fancies to beleere it night :
For tavernes need no sunne, but for a signe,
Where rich tobacco, and quick tapers shine;
And royall, witty sacke, the poet's soule
With brighter suns then he, doth guild the bowl;
As though the pot and poet did agree,
Sack should to both, Illuminator be,
That artificiall cloud with its curl'd brow,
Tells us 'tis late ; and that blew space below,
Is fir'd with many stars : Marke, how they breake
In silent glaunces o’re the hills, and speake
The evening to the plaines; where, shot from far,
TI meet in dumbe salutes, as one great star.
The roome-me thinks-growes darker; and the

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i Seo our Essay in the present volume, for remarks on this poem, and its value and interest. G.

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