And through the closest Pores a Paffage find, She makes him conftant, and he makes her kind. There's no fuch Eunuch as a Man in Love. But when by his chafte Nymph embrac'd, (For Love makes all Embraces chafte) Do Wonders, and is more than Man. Both Heav'n and Earth would our Defires confine; Hymen makes faft the Hand, but Love the Heart; 2 Whofe 1 Whofe 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, The False grow Faithful, and the Foolish Wife; That Master-like thou giv'st the last great Touch, Thy happy Stroke can into Softnefs bring From 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; 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. 1 For Love, the tim'rous bafhful Maid Of nothing but denying is afraid; For Love fhe 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 laft. 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 Muses Sight, forbids me to give o'er! in w ELEGY T TO THE Duchefs of R— HOU lovely Slave to a rude Husband's Will, By Nature us'd fo well, by him fo ill! For all that Grief we see your Mind endure, Without fuch Beauty's Help to bear her Chains. While to a Tyrant you by Fate are ty❜d, By Love you tyrannize o'er all befide: Thofe |