But has fome ftrong defires to try What's mifery; And longs for tears, oh he will prove One fit for love. How pow'rfull's love! which like a flame Or like a broken limb, in frame 'Tis a child of fancy's getting; Whofe fmoak like incenfe doth aspire; It is a foft magnetick stone, Attracting hearts by fympathy; Binding up clofe, two fouls in one; Both difcourfing fecretly: 'Tis the true gordian knot, that ties Yet ne'er unbinds; Fixing thus two lovers eyes 'Tis the fphere's heav'nly harmony, Where two skillful hands do ftrike; And ev'ry found expreffively Marrys fweetly with the like; 'Tis the world's e'erlafting chain, That all things ty'd, And bid them like the fixed wain, Unmov'd to 'bide. 'Tis nature's law inviolate, Confirm'd by mutual confent, Where two diflike, like, love, and hate; Hall Hall Tis LOV 'Tis the carefs of ev'ry thing; The turtle dove; Both birds and beafts do off'rings bring 'Tis th' angels joy; the God's delight; man's bliss; 'Tis all in all: without love, nothing is. Heath's Claraftella. Fond men, that blame the love that ever ranges, To foul and fluttish love, that never changes : The mufes love by course to change their meter; Love is like linnen, often chang'd, the sweeter. How are you fure conftancy Is anfwer'd, Sir, with conftancy? our hearts A lover's like a hunter; Sicelides. Main's Amorous War. If the game be got with too much ease, he cares not for❜t. Peter Haufted's Rival Friends. Love's a cement, Admits no other allay but itself, To work upon the affections. Lady Alimony. Bishop King. Love asks no dull probation; but like light, Hear ye virgins, and I'll teach, What the times of old did preach : Be Be ye lock'd up like to those, Or thofe Babies in your eyes, She the payment he of love would make Lefs understood, than yet the debt she knew; Herrick. Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. And our uncertain love, Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes. Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert When love's afraid, do not that fear defpife; Flame trembles moft, when it doth highest rife: And yet my love may juftly be disdain'd; Since you believe it from a lover feign'd. Sir W. Davenant's The Man's the Mafter. Ah, Goltho! Who love's fever can affwage? For though familiar feem that old disease ; Yet like religion's fit, when people rage, Few cure those evils which the patient please. Nature's religion, love, is ftill perverse; And no commerce with cold difcretion hath : Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. But mighty Julius, who had thoughts fo high Sir W. Davenant to the Queen. 1. Since you have spoke fo humbly of yourself, Sir W. Davenant's Law against Lovers. The lucky mirtle, more than willow worn. VOL. II. Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. If love's juft pow'r he did not early fee, And love and reafon up together grow. Nor more the old fhew they outlive their love, Than fnakes long cut, by torment fhew they live: If we call living life, when love is gone; We then to foals, god's coin, vain rever'nce pay And I that love and reason thus unite, Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. Love, in what poifon is thy dart Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart? Love to our citadel resorts, Through thofe deceitful fally-ports: Our centinels betray our forts. Denham. He that would hide love kindled once within, Rakes but his fire up, to keep it in. Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady. There's nothing but a lover pleas'd with suff'rings: Our |