Chapter V

_Others by absence Cure their fire,_
_Me it inrages more with pain;_
_Each thought of my_ Aminta _blows it higher,_
_And distance strengthens my desire;_
_I Faint with wishing, since I wish in vain;_
_Either be gone, fond_ Love, _or let me dye,_
_Hopeless desire admits no other remedy._

Here ‘twas the height of _Cruelty_ I prov’d,
By absence from the sacred Maid I lov’d:
And here had dy’d, but that Love found a way,
Some letters from _Aminta_ to convey,
Which all the tender marks of pity gave,
And hope enough to make me wish to Live.
From _Duty_, now the lovely Maid is freed,
And calls me from my lonely solitude:
Whose cruel Memory in a Moments space,
The thoughts of coming Pleasures quite deface;
With an impatent Lovers hast I flew,
To the vast Blessing Love had set in view,
But oh I found _Aminta_ in a place,
Where never any Lover happy was!

RIVALS.

Rivals _’.is call’d, a Village where,_
_The Inhabitants in Fury still appear;_
_Malicious paleness, or a generous red,_
_O’r every angry face is spread,_
_Their Eyes are either smiling with disdain,_
_Or fiercely glow with raging Fire._
_Gloomy and sullen with dissembl’d pain,_
Love _in the Heart, Revenge in the desire:_
_Combates, Duels, Challenges,_
_Is the discourse, and all the business there._
_Respect of Blood, nor sacred friendship tyes;_
_Can reconcile the Civil War,_
_Rage, Horror, Death, and wild despair,_
_Are still Rencounter’d, and still practised there._

‘Twas here the lovely cruel Maid I found,
Incompass’d with a thousand Lovers round;
At my approach I saw their Blushes rise,
And they regarded me with angry Eyes.
_Aminta_ too, or else my Fancy ‘twas,
Receiv’d me with a shy and cold Address,
--I cou’d not speak--but Sigh’d, retir’d and Bow’d; }
With pain I heard her Talk and Laugh aloud, }
And deal her Freedoms to the greedy Crowd. }
I Curst her Smiles, and envy’d every look,
And Swore it was too kind, what’ere she spoke;
Condemn’d her Air, rail’d on her soft Address, }
And vow’d her Eyes did her false Heart confess, }
And vainly wisht their Charming Beauties less. }
A Secret hatred in my Soul I bear,
Against these objects of my new despair;
I waited all the day, and all in vain;
Not one lone minute snatcht, to ease my pain;
Her Lovers went and came in such a sort, }
It rather seem’d _Loves-Office_ than his _Court_, }
Made for eternal _Bus’ness_, not his _Sport_, }
_Love_ saw my pain, and found my rage grew high,
And led me off, to lodge at _Jealousie_.

JEALOUSIE.

I.

_A Palace that is more uneasy far,_
_Then those of cruelty and absence are,_
_There constant show’rs of Hail and Rains do flow,_
_Continual Murmuring Winds around do blow,_
_Eternal Thunder rowling in the Air,_
_And thick dark hanging Clouds the day obscure;_
_Whose sullen dawn all Objects multiplies._
_And render things that are not, to the Eyes._
_Fantoms appear by the dull gloomy light,_ }
_That with such subtil Art delude the sight,_ }
_That one can see no Object true or right._ }
_I here transported and impatient grow_
_And all things out of order do;_
_Hasty and peevish every thing I say,_ }
_Suspicion and distrust’s my Passions sway,_ }
_And bend all Nature that uneasy way._ }