Thy heart no ruder than the rugged stone, I might, like Orpheus, with my numerous moan The memory of what augments my woes: But with my own breath ftill foment the fire, This last complaint th' indulgent ears did pierce Highly concerned that the Muse should bring And from the winds and tempefts does expect To my young Lady LUCY SIDNEY. WHY came I fo untimely forth Into a world, which, wanting thee, Could entertain us with no worth, Or shadow of felicity? That That time should me fo far remove From that which I was born to love! Yet, faireft bloffom! do not flight know fo foon: That age which you may 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 flowery prime; Of declination, or decay : For, with a full hand, that does bring FA TO AMORET. AIR! that you may truly know I will tell you how I do Joy falutes me, when I fet My bleft eyes on Amoret : But with wonder I am strook, While I on the other look: And, thofe fcorching beams to fhun, If the foul had free election To difpofe of her affection; But 'tis fure fome Power above, 'Tis amazement more than love, Heaven (as eas❜ly fcal'd) does know! Amoret! as fweet and good As the most delicious food, Which, but tafted, does impart Life and gladness to the heart. Sacharifla's beauty 's wine, Which to madness doth incline: Such a liquor, as no brain That is mortal can fuftain. Scarce can I to heaven excufe AH that 's not idolatry: 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 SACHARISSA and AMORET. ELLL me, lovely loving Pair! TE Why fo kind, and fo fevere? Why fo careless of our care, By By this cunning change of hearts, You the power 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 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 dovés that fly, Are fo lovely, fweet, and fair, ΤΟ AMORE T. AMORET, the Milky Way, Fram'd of many nameless stars! The smooth stream, where none can say, He this drop to that prefers! Amoret, |