Our Eye-beams twifted, and did thread
Our Eyes upon a double String.
So to engraft our Hands, as yet

Was all the means to make us one,
And Pictures in our Eyes to get
Was all our Propagation.

As 'twixt two equal Armies, Fate
Sufpends uncertain Victory,

Our Souls, (which to advance our State
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilft our Souls negotiate there,
We like fepulchral Statues lay,
All Day, the fame our Poftures were,
And we faid nothing, all the Day.
If any, fo by Love refin'd,

That he Soul's Language understood,
And by good Love were grown all Mind,
Within convenient Distance ftood,
He (though he knew not which Soul spake
Because both meant, both spake the fame)
Might thence a new Concoction take,

And part far purer.

than he came.

This Ecftafie do unperplex

(We faid) and tell us what we love,

We fee by this, it was not Sex,

We fee, we faw not what did move: But as all feveral Souls contain

Mixture of things they know not what, Love these mixt Souls doth mix again, And makes both one, each this and that, A fingle Violet transplant,

The ftrength, the colour, and the fize (All which before was poor, and scant,) Redoubles ftill, and multiplies.

When Love with one another fo

Interanimates two Souls,

That abler Soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of Lovelinefs controuls.

We then, who are this new Soul, know
Of what we are compos'd and made :
For the Atomes of which we grow,

Are Souls whom no Change can invade.
But, O alas, fo long, fo far

Our Bodies 'why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we, We are
The Intelligences, they the Sphears.
We owe them Thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their Senfes force to us,
Nor are Drofs to us, but Allay.
On Man Heaven's Influence works not fo,
But that it first imprints the Air,
For Soul into the Soul may flow,
Though it to. Body first repair.
As our Blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like Souls as it can,
Because fuch Fingers need to knit

That fubtle Knot, which makes us Man:
So muft pure Lovers Souls defcend
T' Affections, and to Faculties,
Which Senfe may reach and apprehend,
Elfe a great Prince in Prifon lies,
To our Bodies turn we then, that fo

Weak Men on Love reveal'd may look;
Loves Mysteries in Souls do grow,

But yet the Body is the Book.

And if fome Lover, fuch as we,

Have heard this Dialogue of one,

Let him ftill Mark us, he shall see

Small Change when we are to Bodies grown.

絲絲

A Valediction forbidding Mourning.

By the fame Hand.

S virtuous Men pafs mildly away,

A$ And whisper to their Souls, to go,

While fome of their fad Friends do fay,
Now his Breath goes, and fome fay, No;

So let us melt, and make no Noise,
No Tear-floods, nor Sigh-tempefts move,
'Twere Prophanation of our Joys

To tell the Laiety our Love.

Moving of th' Earth brings Harms and Fears,
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But Trepidation of the Sphears,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull fublunary Lovers Love

(Whofe Soul is Senfe) cannot admit Of Abfence, 'cause it doth remove The thing which elemented it.

But we by a Love fo far refin'd,

That our felves know not what it is, Inter-affured of the Mind,

Careless Eyes, Lips, and Hands do mifs,

Our two Souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, indure not yet

A Breach, but an Expansion,

Like Gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two fo

As ftiff twin Compaffes are two

Thy Soul the fixt Foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the center fit,
Yet when the other far doth rome,
It leans and hearkens after it,

And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who muft,
Like th' other Foot, obliquely run.
Thy firmness makes my Circle juft,
And makes me end where I begun.

T

LOVE'S

DIET.

By the fame Hand.

O what a cumbersome unwieldinefs

And burdenous corpulence my Love had grown,

But that I did, to make it lefs,

And keep it in proportion,

Give it a Diet, made it feed upon

That which Love worst indures, Difcretion.

Above one Sigh a Day I allow'd him not,
Of which my Fortune, and my Faults had part;
And if fometimes by ftealth he got

A fhe Sigh from my Miftrefs Heart,

And thought to feast on that, I let him fee
'Twas neither very found, nor meant to me.

If he wrung from me a Tear, I brin'd it fo
With Scorn or Shame, that him it nourish'd not;
If he fuck'd hers, I let him know
'Twas not a Tear, which he had got,

His Drink was counterfeit, as was his Meat;
Her Eyes which rowl towards all, weep not, but fweat

Whatever he would dictate, I writ that,

But burnt my Letters which the writ to me;
And if that Favour made him fat,
I faid, if any Title be

Convey'd by this, Ah, what doth it avail,
To be the fortieth Man in an Entail?

Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard Love, to fly
At what, and when, and how, and where I chose;
Now negligent of Sport I lie,

And now as other Faulkners ufe,

I fpring a Miftrefs, fwear, write, sigh and weep:
And the Game kill'd, or loft, go talk or fleep.

LOVE'sOpportunity neglected.

ASON G.

By Mr. NAT. LEE.

OH! the time that is paft,

When the held me fo faft,

And declar'd that her Honour no longer cou'd laft!
No Light, but her languishing Eyes did appear,
To prevent all Excuses of Blushing, and Fear.

How fhe figh'd, and unlac'd,

With fuch trembling, and hafte,

As if fhe had long'd to be clofer embrac❜d!
My Lips the fweet Pleasure of Kiffes enjoy'd, [ploy'd.
While my Hands were in search of hid Treasure em-

With my Heart all on Fire

In the Flames of Defire,

When I boldly purfu'd what she feem'd to require, She cry'd, Oh! for Pity's fake change your ill Mind, Pray, Amyntas be civil, or I'll be unkind.