Chapter II

_He even requires that you shou’d silent be,_
_And understand no Language but from Eyes,_
_Or Sighs, the soft Complaints on Cruelty;_
_Which soonest move the Heart they wou’d surprize:_
_They like the Fire in Limbecks gently move._
_What words (too hot and fierce) destroy;_
_These by degrees infuse a lasting Love;_
_Whilst those do soon burn out the short blaz’d Joy._
_These the all-gaining Youth requires,_
_And bears to Ladies Hearts the Lambent Fires;_
_And He that wou’d against despair be proof,_
_Can never keep him Company enough._

Instructed thus, I did my steps direct,
Towards the necessary Grave _Respect_,
Whom I soon won to favour my design,
To which young LOVE his promis’d aid did joyn.
This wak’t _Aminta_, who with trembling fear,
Wonder’d to see a stranger enter’d there;
With timorous Eyes the Grove she does survey,
Where are my LOVES, she crys! all fled away?
And left me in this gloomy shade alone?
And with a Man! Alas, I am undone.
Then strove to fly; but I all prostrate lay,
And grasping fast her Robe, oblig’d her stay;
Cease, lovely Charming Maid, Oh cease to fear,
I faintly cry’d,--There is no _Satyr_ near;
I am of humane Race, whom Beauty Aws,
And born an humble Slave to all her Laws;
Besides we’re not alone within the Grove,
Behold _Respect_, and the young God of LOVE:
How can you fear the Man who with these two,
In any Shade or hour approaches you?
Thus by degrees her Courage took its place;
And usual Blushes drest again her Face,
Then with a Charming Air, her Hand she gave,
She bade me rise, and said she did believe.
And now my Conversation does permit;
But oh the entertainment of her Wit,
Beyond her Beauty did my Soul surprize,
Her Tongue had Charms more pow’rful than her Eyes!
Ah _Lysidas_, hadst thou a list’ner been }
To what she said; tho’ her thou ne’re had’st seen, }
Without that Sense, thou hadst a Captive been. }
Guess at my Fate,--but after having spoke,
Many indifferent things: Her leave she took.
The Night approach’t, and now with Thoughts opprest,
I minded neither where, nor when to Rest,
When my Conductor LOVE! whom I pursu’d,
Led to a Palace call’d _Inquietude_.

INQUIETUDE.

_A Neighbouring_ Villa _which derives its name,_
_From the rude sullen Mistress of the same;_
_A Woman of a strange deform’d Aspect;_
_Peevishly pensive, fond of her neglect;_
_She never in one posture does remain,_
_Now leans, lyes down, then on her Feet again;_
_Sometimes with Snails she keeps a lazy pace,_
_And sometimes runs like Furies in a Chase;_
_She seldom shuts her watchful Eyes to sleep,_
_Which pale and languid does her Visage keep;_
_Her loose neglected Hair disorder’d grows;_
_Which undesign’d her Fingers discompose;_
_Still out of Humour, and deprav’d in Sense,_
_And Contradictive as Impertinence;_
_Distrustful as false States-men, and as nice_
_In Plots, Intrigues, Intelligence and Spies._

To her we did our Duty pay, but she
Made no returns to our Civility.
Thence to my Bed; where rest in vain I sought, }
For pratling LOVE still entertain’d my thought, }
And to my Mind, a thousand Fancies brought: }
_Aminta’s_ Charms and Pow’rful Attractions,
From whence I grew to make these soft Reflections.

The REFLECTION.

I.

_What differing Passions from what once I felt,_
_My yielding Heart do melt,_
_And all my Blood as in a Feaver burns,_
_Yet shivering Cold by turns._
_What new variety of hopes and fears?_
_What suddain fits of Smiles and Tears?_
Hope! _Why dost thou sometimes my Soul imploy_
_With Prospects of approaching Joy?_
_Why dost thou make me pleas’d and vain,_
_And quite forget last minutes pain?_
_What Sleep wou’d calm_, Aminta _keeps awake;_
_And I all Night soft Vows and Wishes make._
_When to the Gods I would my Prayers address,_
_And sue to be forgiven,_
Aminta’s _name, I still express,_
_And Love is all that I confess,_
Love _and_ Aminta! _Ever out Rival Heaven!_