Part 4

But if this Murder you'd forego, Your Slave from Death removing; Let me your Art of Charming know, Or learn you mine of loving. But whether Life, or Death, betide, In Love it's equal Measure, The Victor lives with empty Pride; The Vanquish'd die with Pleasure.

A SONG.

I.

Love a Woman! you're an Ass, 'Tis a most insipid Passion; To chuse out for your Happiness, The silliest Part of God's Creation.

II.

Let the Porter, and the Groom, Things design'd for dirty Slaves; Drudge in fair _Aurelia_'s Womb, To get Supplies for Age and Graves.

III.

Farewel, Woman, I intend, Henceforth, ev'ry Night to sit With my lewd well-natur'd Friend, Drinking to engender Wit.

A SONG.

I.

To this moment a Rebel, I throw down my Arms, Great _Love_, at first Sight of _Olinda_'s bright Charms: Made proud, and secure by such Forces as these, You may now play the Tyrant as soon as you please.

II.

When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire, To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire, Why should I decline what I cannot avoid, And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroy'd?

III.

Her Innocence cannot contrive to undo me, Her Beauty's inclin'd, or why shou'd it pursue me? And Wit has to Pleasure been ever a Friend, Then what room for Despair since Delight is _Love_'s End.

IV.

There can be no danger in Sweetness and Youth, Where Love is secur'd by Good-nature and Truth: On her Beauty I'll gaze, and of Pleasure complain; While every kind Look adds a Link to my Chain.

V.

'Tis more to maintain, than it was to surprize, But her Wit leads in Triumph the Slave of her Eyes: I beheld, with the Loss of my Freedom before, But hearing, for ever must serve and adore.

VI.

Too bright is my Goddess, her Temple too weak: Retire, Divine Image! I feel my Heart break. Help, _Love_, I dissolve in a Rapture of Charms; At the thought of those Joys I shou'd meet in her Arms.

Upon his leaving his _MISTRESS_.

I.

'Tis not that I am weary grown Of being yours, and yours alone: But with what Face can I incline, To damn you to be only mine? You, whom some kinder Pow'r did fashion, } By Merit, and by Inclination, } The Joy at least of a whole Nation. }

II.

Let meaner Spirits of your Sex, With humble Aims their Thoughts perplex: And boast, if, by their Arts they can Contrive to make _one_ happy Man. While, mov'd by an impartial Sense, } Favours, like Nature you dispense, } With universal Influence. }

III.

See the kind Seed-receiving Earth, To ev'ry Grain affords a Birth: On her no Show'rs unwelcom fall, Her willing Womb retains 'em all. And shall my _Cælia_ be confin'd? } No, live up to thy mighty Mind; } And be the Mistress of Mankind. }

Upon drinking in a BOWL.

I.

_Vulcan_ contrive me such a Cup As _Nestor_ us'd of old: Shew all thy Skill to trim it up; Damask it round with Gold.

II.

Make it so large that, fill'd with Sack Up to the swelling Brim, Vast Toasts on the delicious Lake, Like Ships at Sea, may swim.

III.

Engrave not Battel on his Cheek; With War I've nought to do: I'm none of those that took _Mastrick_, Nor _Yarmouth_ Leaguer knew.

IV.

Let it no Name of Planets tell, Fixt Stars, or Constellations: For I am no Sir _Sindrophel_, Nor none of his Relations.

V.

But carve thereon a spreading Vine; Then add two lovely Boys; Their Limbs in amorious Folds intwine, The Type of future Joys.

VI.

_Cupid_ and _Bacchus_ my Saints are; May Drink and Love still reign: With Wine I wash away my Cares, And then to Love again.

A SONG.

I.

As _Chloris_ full of harmless Thoughts Beneath a Willow lay, Kind Love a youthful Shepherd brought, To pass the Time away.

II.

She blusht to be encounter'd so, And chid the amorous Swain: But as she strove to rise and go, He pull'd her down again.

III.

A sudden Passion seized her Heart, In spight of her Disdain; She found a Pulse in ev'ry Part, And Love in ev'ry Vein.

IV.

Ah, Youth! (said she) what Charms are these, That conquer and surprize? Ah! let me--for unless you please, I have no Power to rise.

V.

She fainting spoke, and trembling lay, For fear he should comply Her lovely Eyes her Heart betray, And give her Tongue the Lye.

VI.

Thus she whom Princes had deny'd, With all their Pomp and Train; Was, in the lucky Minute, try'd, And yielded to a Swain.

A SONG.

I.

Give me leave to rail at you, I ask nothing but my due; To call you false, and then to say You shall not keep my Heart a Day: But, alas! against my Will, I must be your Captive still. Ah! be kinder then; for I Cannot change, and would not die.

II.

Kindness has resistless Charms, All besides but weakly move; Fiercest Anger it disarms, And clips the Wings of flying Love. Beauty does the Heart invade, Kindness only can persuade; It gilds the Lover's servile Chain, And makes the Slaves grow pleas'd again.

The _ANSWER_.

I.

Nothing adds to your fond Fire More than Scorn, and cold Disdain: I, to cherish your Desire, Kindness us'd, but 'twas in vain.

II.

You insisted on your Slave, Humble Love you soon refus'd: Hope not then a Pow'r to have, Which ingloriously you us'd.

III.

Think not, _Thirsis_, I will e're, By my Love my Empire lose: You grow constant through Dispair, Love return'd you wou'd abuse.

IV.

Though you still possess my Heart, Scorn and Rigour I must feign: Ah! forgive that only Art, Love has left your Love to gain.

V.

You that could my Heart subdue, To new Conquests ne'er pretend: Let the Example make me true, And of a conquer'd Foe a Friend.

VI.

Then, if e'er I should complain Of your Empire, or my Chain, Summon all the powerful Charms, And kill the Rebel in your Arms.

A SONG.

I.

Fair _Chloris_ in a Pig-Sty lay, Her tender Herd lay by her: She slept, in murmuring Gruntlings they, Complaining of the scorching Day, Her Slumbers thus inspire.

II.

She dreamt, while she with careful Pains, Her snowy Arms employ'd, In Ivory Pails to fill out Grains, One of her Love-convicted Swains, Thus hastning to her cry'd:

III.

Fly, Nymph, oh! fly, e're 'tis too late, A dear-lov'd Life to save: Rescue your Bosom Pig from Fate, Who now expires, hung in the Gate That leads to yonder Cave.

IV.

My self had try'd to set him free, Rather than brought the News: But I am so abhorr'd by thee, That ev'n thy Darling's Life from me, I know thou wou'dst refuse.

V.

Struck with the News, as quick she flies As Blushes to her Face: Not the bright Lightning from the Skies, Nor Love, shot from her brighter Eyes, Move half so swift a pace.

VI.

This Plot, it seems, the lustful Slave Had laid against her Honour: Which not one God took care to save, For he persues her to the Cave, And throws himself upon her.

VII.

Now pierced is her Virgin Zone, She feels the Foe within it; She hears a broken amorous Groan, The panting Lover's fainting Moan, Just in the happy Minute.

VIII.

Frighted she wakes, and waking sighs, Nature thus kindly eas'd, In Dreams rais'd by her murm'ring Pigs, And her own Th--b between her L--gs, She's innocently pleas'd.

CONSTANCY.

A SONG.

I.

I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn: Since that poor Swain that sighs for you, For you alone was born. No, _Phillis_, no, your Heart to move A surer way I'll try: And to revenge my slighted Love, Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

II.

When, kill'd with Grief, _Amintas_ lies; And you to mind shall call, The Sighs that now unpitied rise, The Tears that vainly fall. That welcome Hour that ends this Smart, Will then begin your Pain; For such a faithful tender Heart Can never break, can never break in vain.

A SONG.

I.

My dear Mistress has a Heart Soft as those kind Looks she gave me, When with Love's resistless Art, And her Eyes, she did enslave me. But her Constancy's so weak, She's so wild, and apt to wander; That my jealous Heart wou'd break, Should we live one Day asunder.

II.

Melting Joys about her move, Killing Pleasures, wounding Blisses; She can dress her Eyes in Love, And her Lips can arm with Kisses. Angels listen when she speaks, She's my Delight, all Mankind wonder: But my jealous Heart would break, Should we live one Day asunder.

_FINIS._