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Between us burning defarts place;
Or trackless mountains hid in snow :
Of roaring seas between us flow :
Secure us, if you can fecure,
On diftant rocks, in towers of brass :
Still moft improv'd their minutes pass :
Cease, then, your idle cruel arts;
Recall your harsh command :
And who can destiny withstand ?
Where there is no place
For the glow-worm to lie;
For receit of a fly:
Left herself fast she lay:
And soon find out his way.
A coward from his fight;
* This excellent old song, 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 consulted, were too incorrect to be made use of, though no less than eight additional yerses are to be found in the black letter copies.
But if she, whom love doth honour,
Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
Some think to lose him,
By having him confin'd, And fome do fuppofe him,
Poor thing, to be blind; But if ne'er so close
wall him, Do the best that you may, Blind Love, if so ye call him,
Will find out his way.
You may train the eagle
To stoop to your fift; Or you may inveigle
The phenix of the east ;
To give o'er her prey;
Love will find out his way.
FT on the troubled oceans face
Loud stormy winds arise;
And clouds obscure the skies.
But when the tempests rage is o'er,
Soft breezes smooth the main ;
And all is calm again.
Not so in fond and amorous ils
If tyrant Love once reigns,
And yields unceasing pains.
Consenting makes it colder;
When met it will retreat: Repulses make it bolder,
And dangers make it sweet.
OVE's a dream of mighty treasure,
Which in fancy we possess; In the folly lies the pleasure,
Wisdom ever makes it less,
For who thinks, by passion heated,
He a goddess has in chace, Ixion-like he will be cheated,
And a gawdy cloud embrace.
Only happy is the lover,
Whom his mistress well deceives; Seeking nothing to discover,
He contented lives at ease.
But the wretch who will be knowing,
What the fair-one would disguise, Labours at his own undoing,
Changing happy to be wise,