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My Beard to grow, my Ears to prick up,
If all my Heart and Soul be'n't thine, May thy dear Body ne'er be mine.
Comi. O my Monimia, to my Soul thou're dear As Honour to my Name ; dear as the Light To Eyes but just restor'd and heal'd of Blindness. Otw. Orph. O dearer than the vital Air I breathe.
Dryd. Virg. O lhe is dearer to my Soul than Rest To weary Pilgrims, or to Mifers Gold, To great Men Pow'r, or wealthy Cities Pride.
Otw. Orph. Dear as the vital Warmth that feeds my Life; Dear as these Eyes that weep in fondness o'er chee. Otw. Orgh.
Let me hafte to tell thee What and how dear Moneses has been to me: What has he not been! All the Names of Love, Brothers or Fathers, Husbands, all are poor: Moneses is my felf; in my fond Heart, Evin in my vital Blood he lives and reigns : The last dear Objem of my parting Soul Will be Moneses ; the last Breach that lingers Within my panting Breast, shall sigh Moneses.- Row. Tamerl.
Perdition catch my Soul, but I do love thee; And when I love chee not, Ghaos is come again. Slak. Othel,
My.Love's so true,
Dryd. All for Love.
Hud. How I have lov'd, Witness ye Days, and Nights, and all your Hours, That danc'd away with Down upon your Feet, As all your Bus'ness were to count my Passion.
One Day pass’d by, and nothing faw but Love;
'Tis she, she only, that can make me bleft; Empire and Wealth, and all she brings beside, Are but the Train and Trappings of her Love. Dryd. Span. Fry.
Oh she's all Softness!
And is it giv'n me thus to touch thy Hand,
(Stepm. Is charm'd by thee, and drinks immortal Pleasure. Rew. Amb,
By Heav'n, my Edith, Thy Mother fed on Roses when she bred thee! The Sweetness of th’ Arabian Wind still blowing Upon the Treasures of Perfumes and Spices, In all their Pride and Pleasures call thee Mistress. Beau. Rollo,
Sweet as the rofy Morn fhe breaks upon me;
Not the Spring's Mouth, nor Breath of Jessamin,
My Lord, my Love, my Refuge, Happy my Eyes when they behold thy Face ! My heavy Heart will leave its doleful Bearing At Sight of thee, and bound with sprightful Joy. Otw.Ven.Pref:
Does the not come like Wisdom, or good Fortune, Replete with Blessings, giving Wealth and Honour? The Dowry which the brings is Peace and Pleasure ; And everlasting Joy is in her Arms.
Row. Fair Pen.
If Love be Treasure, we'll be wond'rous rich :
'Tis now that I begin to live again,
Oh Pierre ! wert thou but she !
Hold off, and let me run into his Arms !
Love mounts and rouls about my stormy Mind
cat you, wander o'er each Part,
The God of Love empties his golden Quiver, Shoots ev'ry Grain of her into my Heart ! She is all mine ! By Heav'n ! I feel her here, Pancing and warm ! the Dearest! oh Statira! Lee Alx.
Semandra shall be mine! ev'n all Semandra! The Thought is Extasie! These Arms shall hold her Fast to my throbbing Breast, these ravish'd Eyes Gaze till they're blind with looking on her Blushes! These stifling Lips Iball smother all her Smiles, And follow her with such Pursuit of Kisses, That ev'n our Souls fhall lose themselves in Pleasures.Lee Metbrid,
Who should be lov'd but you ? So lov'd that ev'n my Crown and self are vile When you are by. Come to my Arms, and be thy Harry's Angel ; (of Guise: Shine thro Cares, and make my Crown sit easy. Lee Duk:
Give, ye Gods, give to your Boy, your Cafar, This Ratile of a Globe to play withal, This gewgaw World, and put him cheaply off; I'll not be pleas'd with less than Cleopatra, Dryd. All for Love.
Gallop apace, ye fiery-footed Steeds, Tow'rds Phebus Lodging; such a Charioteer As Pbaeton would lash you to the West, And bring in cloudy Night immediately. Spread thy clofe Curtains, Love-performing Night, Thou sober-suited Matron, all in Black, That jealous Eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these Arms untalk'd of, and unseen. Oh! Give me Romeo, and when he shall dye, Take him, and cut him out in little Stars ; And he will make the Face of Heav'n so fine, Thacall the World will be in love with Night, And pay no Worship to the gawdy Sun. Shak. Rom. dull
But oh! there wants to crown my Happiness, Life of my Empire, Treasure of my Soul, Guide of my Days, and Goddess of my Nights! My dear Stafira! Oh that heav'nly Beam!
Warmth of my Brain, and Fire of my Heart !
any Extasie can make a Height,
Lee Alex. Oh'thou’rt my Soul itself, Wealth, Friendship, Honour ! All present Joys, and Earnest of all future Are fumm'd in thee! Methinks when in thy Arms Thus leaning on thy Breast, one Minute's more Than a long thousand Years of vulgar Hours. Otw. Ven. Pref.
She reigns more fully in my Soul than ever, She garrisons my Breast, and mans against me Ev'n my own Rebel Thoughts with thousand Graces, Ten thousand Charms, and new-discover'd Beauties : Oh had'st thou seen her when The lately bless'd me, What Tears, what Looks, what Languishings lhe darted! Love bath'd himself in the distilling Balm ; And oh! the subtle God has made his Entrance Quite thro' my Heart : He shouts and triumphs there, And all his Cry is Death or Bellamira ! O Expectation burns me! Heart! how she inflames me! Let's talk no more of War; for now my Theme's all Love! The War, like Winter, vanishes ; 'tis gone, And Bellamira, with eternal Spring, Dress’d in blue Heav'ns, and breathing vernal Sweets; Drops, like a Cherubim, in Spoils before me. Thus to a glorious Coast, thro' Tempests hurld, We fail, like him who fought the Indian World: 'Tis more, 'tis Paradise I go to prove, And Bellamira is the Land of Love ! I have her in my View, and hark, she talks, And see, about like the first Maid she walks ; Fair as the Day, when first the World began, And I am doom'd to be the happy Man! Lee C&f. Borg.
The God of Love once more has shot his Fires Into my Soul, and my whole Heart receives him : Almeyda now returns with all her Charms : I feel her as fhe glides along my Veins, And dances in my Blood. So when Mahomet Had long been hamm'ring in his lonely Cell, Some dull, insipid, tedious Paradise, A brisk Arabian Girl came tripping by : Passing she cast at him a sidelong Glance, And look'd behind in Hopes to be pursu'd ; He took the Hint, embrac'd the flying Fair, And haviog found his Heav’n, be fix'd is there. Dryd. Don Seb.