My Lord, my Love, my Refuge,
Happy my Eyes when they behold thy Face!
My heavy Heart will leave its doleful Beating

At Sight of thee, and bound with fprightful Joy. Otw.Ven.Pref
Does the not come like Wisdom, or good Fortune,
Replete with Bleffings, giving Wealth and Honour?
The Dowry which the brings is Peace and Pleasure
And everlasting Joy is in her Arms.

Oh! fhe's the Pride and Glory of the World!
Without her, all the reft is worthless Dross;
Life a base Slav'ry; Empire but a Mock;
And Love, the Soul of all, a bitter Curfe.

Row. Fair Pen.

Roch. Valent

If Love be Treafure, we'll be wond'rous rich :
I have fo much, my Heart will furely break with't:
Vows can't exprefs it. When I would declare
How great's my Joy, I'm dumb with the big Thought:
I fwell, and figh, and labour with my Longing.
Oh lead me to fome Defart wide and wild,
Barren as our Misfortunes, where my Soul
May have its Vent; where I may tell aloud.
To the high Heav's and ev'ry lift'ning Planet,
With what a boundless Stock my Bofom's fraught;
Where I may throw my eager Arms about thee,
Give loofe to Love with Kiffes, kindling Joy,
And let off all the Fire that's in my Heart.
'Tis now that I begin to live again,
Since I behold my Aurengzebe appear!
His Name alone afforded me Relief;
Repeated as a Charm to ease my Grief.
I that lov'd Name, did as fome God invoke,
And printed Kiffes on it as I fpoke.

Lavinia! Oh there's Mufick in the Name,

That foft'ning me to Infant Tenderness,

Otw. Ven. Pref

Dryd. Auren.

Makes my Heart fpring like the firft Leaps of Life.Otw.Cai.Mar. Oh Pierre! wert thou but she!

How I could pull thee down into my Heart,

Otw. Ven. Pref.

Gaze on thee till my Eye-ftrings crack'd with Love,
Till all my Sinews, with its Fire extended,
Fix'd me upon the Rack of ardent Longing;
Then fwelling, fighing, raging to be bleft,
Come, like a panting Turtle, to thy Breaft.
Hold off, and let me run into his Arms!
My Deareft! my all Love, my Lord, my King,
Thou shalt not die, if that the Soul and Body
Of thy Statira can reftore thy Life!

Give me thy wonted Kindness! Bend me, break me
With thy Embraces!

*Lee Alex.

Love mounts and rouls about my ftormy Mind
Like Fire that's born by a tempeftuous Wind:
Oh I could ftifle you with eager Hafte,
Devour your Kiffes with my hungry Tafte,
Rufh on you, eat you, wander o'er each Part,
Raving with Pleasure, fnatch you to my Heart
Then hold you off and gaze! then with new Rage
Invade you, till my confcious Limbs prefage
Torrents of Joy, which all their Banks o'erflow
So loft, fo bleft as I but then could know !

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,
Panting and warm! the Deareft! oh Statira!

Dryd. Auren:

Semandra fhall be mine! ev'n all Semandra!
The Thought is Extafie! Thefe Arms fhall hold her
Faft to my throbbing Breaft, thefe ravish'd Eyes
Gaze till they're blind with looking on her Blushes!
Thefe ftifling Lips fhall fmother all her Smiles,
And follow her with fuch Pursuit of Kiffes,

Lee Alex.

That ev'n our Souls fhall lofe themselves in Pleasures.LeeMethrid. Who fhould be lov'd but you?

So lov'd that ev'n my Crown and felf are vile

When you are by.

Come to my Arms, and be thy Harry's Angel;

(of Guife:

Shine thro' my Cares, and make my Crown fit eafy.

Lee Duke

Give, ye Gods, give to your Boy, your Cafar, This Rattle of a Globe to play withal,

This gewgaw World, and put him cheaply off;
I'll not be pleas'd with less than Cleopatra.

Gallop apace, ye fiery-footed Steeds,
Tow'rds Phebus Lodging; fuch a Charioteer
As Phaeton would lafh you to the West,
And bring in cloudy Night immediately.

Dryd. All for Love.

Spread thy clofe Curtains, Love-performing Night,"
Thou fober-fuited Matron, all in Black,
That jealous Eyes may wink, and Romee
Leap to thefe 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 fo fine,
That all the World will be in love with Night,
And pay no Worfhip to the gawdy Sun.

Shak. Rom. & Jul.

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 Statira! Oh that heav'nly Beam!

Warmth

Warmth of my Brain, and Fire of my Heart!
Had the but fhot to fee me, had fhe met me,
By this time I had been among the Gods;
If any Extafie can make a Height,
Or any Rapture hurl us to the Heav'ns.

Lee Alex.

Oh thou'rt my Soul itself, Wealth, Friendship, Honour!
All present Joys, and Earneft of all future

Are fumm'd in thee! Methinks when in thy Arms
Thus leaning on thy Breaft, 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 garrifons my Breaft, and mans against me
Ev'n my own Rebel Thoughts with thousand Graces,
Ten thousand Charms, and new-difcover'd Beauties:"
Oh had'st thou feen her when the lately blefs'd me,
What Tears, what Looks, what Languifhings fhe darted!
Love bath'd himself in the diftilling Balm;

And oh the fubtle God has made his Entrance
Quite thro' my Heart: He fhouts and triumphs there,
And all his Cry is Death or Bellamira!

O Expectation burns me! Heart! how the inflames me!
Let's talk no more of War; for now my Theme's all Love!
The War, like Winter, vanifhes; 'tis gone,

And Bellamira, with eternal Spring,

Drefs'd in blue Heav'ns, and breathing vernal Sweets,

Drops, like a Cherubim, in Spoils before me.

Thus to a glorious Coaft, thro' Tempests hurl'd,
We fail, like him who fought the Indian World:
'Tis more, 'tis Paradife I go to prove,
And Bellamira is the Land of Love!

I have her in my View, and hark, fhe talks,
And fee, about like the firft Maid fhe walks ;
Fair as the Day, when firft the World began,
And I am doom'd to be the happy Man!

The God of Love once more has fhot 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, infipid, tedious Paradife,
A brisk Arabian Girl came tripping by ;
Paffing fhe caft at him a fidelong Glance,
And look'd behind in Hopes to be purfu'd;
He took the Hint, embrac'd the flying Fair,

Lee Caf. Borg.

And having found his Heav'n, he fix'd it there. Dryd. Don Seb.

O the killing Joy!

;

O Extafie! my Heart will burft my Breaft
To leap into thy Bofom! But, by Heav'n,
This Night I will revenge me of thy Beauties,
For the dear Rack I have this Day endur'd;
For all the Sighs and Tears that I have spent,
I'll have fo many thousand burning Loves;
So fwell thy Lips, fo fill me with thy Sweetnefs,
Thou shall not fleep, nor close thy wand'ring Eyes;

The fmilling Hours fhall all be lov'd away,

We'll furfeit all the Night, and languish all the Day. Lee Alex.
Where am I? Surely Paradife is round me;
Sweets planted by the Hand of Heav'n grow here,
And ev'ry Senfe is full of thy Perfection!
To here thee fpeak might calm a Mad-man's Frenzy,
Till by Attention he forgot his Sorrows;
But to behold thy Eyes, th'amazing Beauties,
Wou'd make him rage again with Love, as I do :
To touch thee's Heav'n, but to enjoy thee, Oh!
Thou Nature's whole Perfection in one Piece!
Sure, framing thee, Heav'n took unusual Care,
As its own Beauty it defign'd thee fair,

And form'd thee by the beft-lov'd Angel there. Otw. Orph.
Who can behold fuch Beauty and be filent?
Defire first taught us Words: Man when created,
At first, alone, long wander'd up and down,
Forlorn and filent as his Vaffal Beast:

But when a Heav'n-born Maid like you appear'd,
Strange Paffion fill'd his Eyes, and fir'd his Heart,

Unloos'd his Tongue, and his firft Talk was Love. Otw. Orph.
Love in your funny Eyes does basking play ;
Love walks the pleafant Mazes of your Hair;
Loves does on both your Lips for ever ftray,
And fows and reaps a thousand Kiffes there.

The Sun fhall now no more difpence
His own, but your bright Influence:
I'll carve your Name on Barks of Trees,
With True-Love's Knots and Flourishes,.
That fhall infuse eternal Spring,
And everlafting Flourishing:

Drink ev'ry Letter on't in Stum,
And make it brisk Champaign become:

Where e'er you tread, your Foot fhall fet
The Primrofe and the Violet :

All Spices, Perfumes, and fweet Powders,

Shall borrow from your Breath their Odours.
Natyre her Charter fhall renew,

And take all Lives of Things from you:

The

The World depend upon your Eye,
And when you frown upon it, die :
Only our Loves fhall ftill furvive;
New Worlds and Natures to outlive:
And like to Heralds Moons, remain
All Crefcent, without Change or Wane.
Hold, hold, quoth the, no more of this;
Sir Knight, you take your Aim amifs:
For you will find it a hard Chapter,
To catch me with poetick Rapture:
In which your Mastery of Art
Does fhew it felf, and not your Heart:
Nor will you raife, in mine, Combustion,
By Dint of high heroick Fuftian.
She that with Poetry is won,

Is but a Desk to write upon :

And what Men fay of her, they mean
No more than that on which they lean.
Some with Arabian Spices ftrive
T'embalm her cruelly alive.

Her Mouth's compar'd t'an Oyfters, with
A Row of Pearls in't, 'ftead of Teeth;
Others make Pofies of her Cheeks,
Where red and whiteft Colours mix :
In which the Lilly and the Rofe,
For Indian Lake and Cerufe goes.
The Sun and Moon, by her bright Eyes
Eclips'd and darken'd in the Skies,
Are but black Patches which the wears,
Cut into Suns, and Moons, and Stars:
By which Aftrologers, as well
As thofe in Heav'n above, can tell
What ftrange Events they do forefhow
Unto her Under-World below.
Her Voice the Mufick of the Spheres,
So loud it deafens mortál Ears:
As wife Philofophers have thought,
And that's the Caufe we hear it not.
This has been done by fome, who those

Hud:

Th'ador'd in Rhyme, would kick in Profe;
And in those Garters would have hung
Of which melodiously they fung.

Hud.

Why fo pale and wan, tond Lover!

Prithee why fo pale?

Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail?

Why