Of their afcending God adorns the east,
And, graced with his beams, out-fhines the rest.
Thy fkilful hand contributes to our woe,
And whets thofe arrows which confound us fo.
A thoufand CUPIDS in thofe curls do fit,
(Thofe curious nets!) thy flender fingers knit :
The GRACES put not more exactly on
Th' attire of VENUS, when the Ball the won:
Than SACHARISSA by the care is drest,
When all our youth prefers her to the reft.
You the foft feafon know, when beft her mind
May be to pity, or to love, inclin'd:
In fome well-chofen hour fupply his fear,
Whofe hopeless love durft never tempt the ear
Of that itern Goddefs: you, her prieft, declare
What off'rings may propitiate the Fair:
Rich orient pearl, bright ftones that ne'er decay,
Or polifh'd lines which longer laft than they.
For if I thought he took delight in those,
To where the chearful morn do's firft difclofe,
(The fhady night removing with her beams)
Wing'd with bold love, I'd fly to fetch fuch gems.
But fince her eyes, her teeth, her lip excels
All that is found in mines, or fishes' fhells;
Her nobler part as far exceeding thefe,
None but immortal gifts her mind should please.
The fhining jewels GREECE, and TROY, bestow'd
On * SPARTA'S Queen, her lovely neck did load,
And fnowy wrifts: but when the town was burn'd,
Thofe fading glories were to afhes turn'd:
Her beauty 100 had perish'd, and her fame,
Had not the Mufe redeem'd them from the flame.
WHILE in the park I fing, the lift ning deer
my paffion, and forget to fear : When to the beeches I report my flame,
They bow their heads, as if they felt the fame :
To Gods appealing, when I reach their Bow'rs
With loud complaints, they answer me in fhow'rs.
To Thee a wild and cruel foul is giv'n,
More deaf than trees, and prouder than the heav'n !
LOVE's foe profefs'd! why doft thou falfly feign
Thyfelf a SIDNEY? from which noble strain
He fprung, that could fo far exalt the name
Of Love, and warm our nation with his flame;
That all we can of love, or high defire,
Seems but the fmoak of amorous SIDNEY's fire.
Nor call her mother, who fo well does prove
One breast may hold both chastity, and love.
Never can fhe, that fo exceeds the spring
In joy, and bounty, be fuppos'd to bring
One fo deftructive to no human stock
We owe this fierce unkindness; but the rock,
That cloven rock produc'd thee, by whose fide
Nature, to recompence the fatal pride
Of fuch ftern beauty, plac'd thofe + healing fprings;
Which not more help, than that deftruction brings.
Thy heart no ruder than the rugged stone,
I might, like ORPHEUS, with my num'rous moan
Melt to compaffion: now, my trait'rous song
With thee confpires, to do the finger wrong :
While thus I fuffer not myself to lose
The memory of what augments my woes:
But with my own breath still foment the fire,
Which flames as high as fancy can aspire!
This laft complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce
Of juft APOLLO, prefident of verfe;
Highly concerned that the Mufe fhould bring
Damage to one, whom he had taught to sing;
Thus he advis'd me: "On yon aged tree
"Hang up thy lute, and hie thee to the fea;
"That there with wonders thy diverted mind
"Some truce at least may with this paffion find."
Ah cruel Nymph! from whom her humble fwain
Flies for relief unto the raging Main;
And from the winds, and tempefts, does expect
A milder fate, than from her cold neglect!
Yet there he'll pray, that the unkind may prove
Bleft in her choice; and vows this endless love
Springs from no hope of what the can confer,
But from thofe gifts which heav'n has heap'd on her.
my young Lady LUCY SIDNEY. HY came I fo untimely forth
Into a world, which, wanting thee,
Could entertain us with no worth,
Or fhadow of felicity?
That time fhould me fo far remove
From that which I was born to love!
Yet, faireft bloffom! do not flight
That age which you may know fo foon:
The rofy morn refigns her light,
And milder glory, to the noon : And then what wonders fhall you do, Whofe dawning beauty warms us fo? Hope waits upon the flow'ry prime;
And fummer, tho' it be lefs gay, Yet is not look'd on as a time
Of declination, or decay:
For, with a full hand, that does bring
All that was promis'd by the fpring.
To AMORET.
FWhat you TYYRSIS Owe
AIR! that you may truly know
I will tell you how I do
SACHARISSA love, and You.
Joy falutes me, when I fet
My bleft eyes on AMORET:
But with wonder I am ftrook,
While I on the other look:
If sweet AMORET complains,
I have sense of all her pains:
But for SACHARISSA I
Do not only grieve, but die.
All that of myself is mine,
Lovely AMORET! is thine,
SACHARISSA's captive fain
Would untie his iron chain;
And, thofe fcorching beams to fhun,
To thy gentle fhadow run.
If the foul had free election
To difpofe of her affection;
I would not thus long have born
Haughty SACHARISSA's fcorn:
But 'tis fure fome Pow'r above,
Which controuls our wills in love!
If not a love, a strong defire
To create and spread that fire
In my breaft, follicits me,
Beauteous AMORET! for thee.
'Tis amazement more than love,
Which her radiant eyes do move :
If lefs fplendor wait on thine,
Yet they fo benignly fhine,
I would turn my dazled fight
To behold their milder light.
But as hard 'tis to destroy
That high flame, as to enjoy :
Which how eas'ly I may do,
Heav'n (as eas❜ly fcal'd) does know!
AMORET! as fweet and good
As the most delicious food,
Which, but tafted, does impart
Life and gladnefs to the heart.
SACHARISSA's beauty's wine,
Which to madness doth incline:
Such a liquor, as no brain
That is mortal can fuftain.
Scarce can I to heav'n excufe
The devotion, which I use
Unto that adored dame :
For 'tis not unlike the fame,
Which I thither ought to fend.
So that if it could take end,
'Twould to heav'n itself be due,
To fucceed her, and not you:
Who already have of me
All that's not idolatry :
Which, though not fo fierce a flame,
Is longer like to be the fame.
Then smile on me, and I will prove,
Wonder is fhorter-liv'd than love.
On the Friendship betwixt SACHARISSA
and AMORET.
ELL me, lovely loving Pair!
Why fo kind, and fo fevere ?
Why fo careless of our care,
Only to yourselves fo dear?
By this cunning change of hearts,
You the pow'r of Love controul;
While the boy's deluded darts
Can arrive at neither foul.
For in vain to either breast
Still beguiled Love does come : Where he finds a foreign gueft; Neither of your hearts at home. Debtors thus with like defign,
When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline, To fome friend make all away. Not the filver doves that fly,
Yoak'd in CYTHEREA's car; Not the wings that lift fo high; And convey her fon fo far; Are fo lovely, fweet, and fair, Or do more ennoble love; Are fo choicely match'd a pair,
Or with more confent do move.
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