While thus I fuffer not my felf to lose The memory of what augments my woes : But with my own breath ftill foment the fire, Which flames as high as fancy can afpire! This laft complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce Highly concerned that the Mufe should bring And from the winds, and tempefts, does expect To my young Lady LUCY SIDNEY. HY came I fo untimely forth WHY Into a world, which, wanting thee, Could entertain us with no worth, Or fhadow of felicity? That time should me fo far remove Yet Yet, fairest 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, Whose dawning beauty warms us fo? Hope waits upon the flow'ry prime; Yet is not look'd on as a time Of declination, or decay: For, with a full hand, that does bring To A MORET. FAIR! that you may truly know I will tell you how I do If fweet AMORET complains, SA SACHARIS SA's captive fain Would untie his iron chain; And, thofe fcorching beams to fhun, If the foul had free election I would not thus long have born 'Tis amazement more than love, As the most delicious food, SACHARIS SA's beauty's wine, Scarce Scarce can I to heav'n excuse The devotion, which I use Unto that adored dame: For 'tis not unlike the fame, Which, though not fo fierce a flame, Is longer like to be the fame. Then fmile on me, and I will prove, Wonder is fhorter-liv'd than love. On the Friendship betwixt SA CHARISSA and AMOR E T. TE ELL me, lovely loving Pair! Why fo careless of our care, 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 breaft Still beguiled Love does come: Where he finds a foreign gueft; Neither of your hearts at home. Debtors 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, Are so lovely, sweet, and fair, To A MORE T. MORET, the Milky Way, Fram'd of many nameless stars! The smooth stream, where none can say, He this drop to that prefers! AMORET, my lovely foe! Tell me where thy ftrength does lye? By that fnowy neck alone; As |