And through the clofeft Pores a Paffage find, She makes him conftant, and he makes her kind. There's no fuch Eunuch as a Man in Love. Do Wonders, and is more than Man. Both Heav'n and Earth would our Defires confine; But yet in vain both Heav'n and Earth combine, Hymen makes faft the Hand, but Love the Heart ; 2 Whose Whose Laws once broke, we are not held by force, But the falfe Breach itself is a Divorce. III. For Love the Mifer will his Gold defpife, That Master-like thou giv'ft the last great Touch, Thy happy Stroke can into Softness bring From Childhood upwards we decay, And grow but greater Children ev'ry Day: So Reafon how can we be faid to rife? So many Cares attend the being wife, 'Tis rather falling down a Precipice. From Senfe to Reafon unimprov'd we move; We only then advance, when Reafon turns to Love. IV. Thou reigneft o'er our earthly Gods; Uncrown'd by thee their other Crowns are Loads ; One Beauty's Smile their meaneft Courtier brings Rather to pity than to envy Kings; His Fellow Slaves he takes them now to be, Favour'd by Love perhaps much less than he. Of nothing but denying is afraid; For Love the overcomes her Shame, Forfakes her Fortune, and forgets her Fame; Thanks Heav'n for that, and never minds the reft. V. Love V. Love is the Salt of Life; a higher Tafte It gives to Pleasure, and then makes it last. Mere common Counters of the Senfe, Defective both in Mettle and in Measure, A Lover's Fancy coins into a Treasure. How vaft the Subject! What a boundless Store Of bright Ideas, fhining all before The Mufes Sight, forbids me to give o'er! But the kind God incites us various Ways, And now I find him all my Ardour raife, His Precepts to perform, as well as praise. ELEGY TO THE Duchefs of R HOU lovely Slave to a rude Husband's Will, TH By Nature us'd fo well, by him fo ill! For all that Grief we fee your Mind endure, Without fuch Beauty's Help to bear her Chains. But where can we behold a Wife like Thee? By Love you tyrannize o'er all befide; Thofe |