Chapter V

And shall that Muse that did ere while,
Chant forth the Glories of the British Isle,
Shall shee who lowder was than Fame;
Now useless lie, and tame?
Shee who late made the _Amazons_ so Great,
And shee who Conquered _Scythia_ too;
(Which _Alexander_ ne’re cou’d do)
Will you permitt her to retreat?
Silence will like Submission show:
And give Advantage to the Foe!
Undaunted let her once gain appear,
And let her lowdly Sing in every Ear:
Then like thy Mistris Eyes, who have the skill,
Both to preserve and kill;
So thou at once maist be revenged on those
That are thy Foes,
And on thy Friends such Obligations lay,
As nothing but the Deed the Doer can repay.

_To_ Lysander _at the_ Musick-Meeting.

It was too much, ye Gods, to see and hear;
Receiving wounds both from the Eye and Ear:
One Charme might have secur’d a Victory,
Both, rais’d the Pleasure even to Extasie:
So Ravisht Lovers in each others Armes,
Faint with excess of Joy, excess of Charmes:
Had I but gaz’d and fed my greedy Eyes,
Perhaps you’d pleas’d no farther than surprize.
That Heav’nly Form might Admiration move,
But, not without the _Musick_, charm’d with _Love_:
At least so quick the Conquest had not been;
You storm’d without, and Harmony within:
Nor cou’d I listen to the sound alone,
But I alas must look--and was undone:
I saw the Softness that compos’d your Face,
While your Attention heightend every Grace:
Your Mouth all full of Sweetness and Content,
And your fine killing Eyes of Languishment:
Your Bosom now and then a sigh wou’d move,
(For _Musick_ has the same effects with Love.)
Your Body easey and all tempting lay, }
Inspiring wishes which the Eyes betray, }
In all that have the fate to glance that way: }
A careless and a lovely Negligence,
Did a new Charm to every Limb dispence:
So look young Angels, Listening to the sound,
When the Tun’d Spheres Glad all the Heav’ns around:
So Raptur’d lie amidst the wondering Crowd,
So Charmingly Extended on a Cloud.
When from so many ways Loves Arrows storm, }
Who can the heedless Heart defend from harm? }
Beauty and _Musick_ must the Soul disarme; }
Since Harmony, like Fire to Wax, does fit
The softned Heart Impressions to admit:
As the brisk sounds of Warr the Courage move,
Musick prepares and warms the Soul to Love.
But when the kindling Sparks such Fuel meet,
No wonder if the Flame inspir’d be great.

_An_ Ode _to_ Love.

I.

Dull Love no more thy Senceless Arrows prize,
Damn thy Gay Quiver, break thy Bow;
‘Tis only young _Lysanders_ Eyes,
That all the Arts of Wounding know.

II.

A Pox of Foolish Politicks in Love,
A wise delay in Warr the Foe may harme:
By Lazy Siege while you to Conquest move;
His fiercer Beautys vanquish by a Storme.

III.

Some wounded God, to be reveng’d on thee,
The Charming Youth form’d in a _lucky_ houre,
Drest him in all that fond Divinity,
That has out-Rivall’d thee, a God, in Pow’r.

IV.

Or else while thou supinely laid
Basking beneath som Mirtle shade,
In careless sleepe, or tir’d with play,
When all thy Shafts did scatterd ly;
Th’unguarded Spoyles he bore away,
And Arm’d himself with the Artillery.

V.

The Sweetness from thy Eyes he took,
The Charming Dimples from thy Mouth,
That wonderous Softness when you spoke;
And all thy Everlasting Youth.

VI.

Thy bow, thy Quiver, and thy Darts:
Even of thy Painted Wing has rifled thee,
To bear him from his Conquer’d broken Hearts,
To the next Fair and Yeilding She.

_Love Reveng’d_, A Song.

I.

_Celinda_ who did Love Disdain,
For whom had languisht many a Swain;
Leading her Bleating Flock to drink,
She spy’d upon the Rivers Brink
A Youth, whose Eyes did well declare,
How much he lov’d, but lov’d not her.

II.

At first she Laught, but gaz’d the while,
And soon she lessen’d to a Smile;
Thence to Surprize and Wonder came,
Her Breast to heave, her Heart to flame:
Then cry’d she out, Now, now I prove,
Thou art a God, Almighty Love.

III.

She would have spoke, but shame deny’d,
And bid her first consult her Pride;
But soon she found that Aid was gone;
For Love alas had left her none:
Oh how she burns, but ‘tis too late,
For in her Eyes she reads her Fate.

SONG.

_To a New_ Scotch _Tune._

I.

_Young Jemmy_ was a Lad,
Of Royal Birth and Breeding,
With ev’ry Beauty Clad:
And ev’ry Grace Exceeding;
A face and shape so wondrous fine,
So Charming ev’ry part:
That every Lass upon the Green:
For _Jemmy_ had a Heart.

II.

In _Jemmy’s_ Powerful Eyes,
Young Gods of Love are playing,
And on his Face there lies
A Thousand Smiles betraying.
But Oh he dances with a Grace,
None like him e’er was seen;
No God that ever fancy’d was,
Has so Divine a Miene.

III.

To _Jemmy_ ev’ry Swaine
Did lowly doff his Bonnet;
And every Nymph would strain,
To praise him in her Sonnet:
The Pride of all the Youths he was,
The Glory of the Groves,
The Joy of ev’ry tender Lass:
The Theam of all our Loves.

IV.

But Oh Unlucky Fate,
A Curse upon Ambition:
The Busie Fopps of State
Have ruin’d his Condition.
For Glittering Hopes he’as left the Shade,
His Peaceful Hours are gone:
By flattering Knaves and Fools betray’d,
Poor _Jemmy_ is undone.

_The Cabal at_ Nickey Nackeys.

I.

A _Pox_ of the States-man that’s witty,
Who watches and Plots all the Sleepless Night:
For Seditious Harangues, to the Whiggs of the City;
And Maliciously turns a Traytor in Spight.
Let him Wear and Torment his lean Carrion:
To bring his Sham-Plots about,
Till at last King Bishop and Barron,
For the Publick _Good_ he have quite rooted out.