Remain ftill firm: be provident,
And think before the Summer's spent,
Of following Winter; like the Ant
In Plenty, hoard for time of fcant.
Cull out amongst the Multitude
Of Lovers, that feek to intrude
Into your Favour, one that may
Love for an Age, not for a Day;
One that will quench your youthful Fires,
And feed in Age your hot defires.

For when the Storms of time have mov'd
Waves on that Cheek which was belov'd,
When a fair Lady's Face is pin'd,

And yellow fpread where red once shin'd,
When Beauty, Youth, and all Sweets leave her,
Love may return, but Lovers never:
And old Folks fay there are no Pains
Like itch of Love in aged Veins.
Oh love me then, and now begin it,
Let us not lose this prefent Minute:
For Time and Age will work that wrack
Which Time or Age hall ne'er call back.
The Snake each Year fresh Skin refumes,
And Eagles change their aged Plumes;
The faded Rofe each Spring receives
A fresh red Tincture on her Leaves:
But if your Beauties once decay,
You never know a fecond May.

Oh, then be wife, and whilft your Season
Affords you Days for Sport, do reafon;
Spend not in vain your Lives fhort Hour,
But crop in time your Beauties flow'r:
Which will away, and doth together

Both Bud and Fade, both Blow and Wither.

A RAPTURE.

By the fame Hand.

Will enjoy thee now, my Celia, come

And fly with me to Love's Elyzium:
The Gyant, Honour, that keeps Cowards out,
Is but a Mafquer, and the fervile Rout
Of bafer Subjects only bend in vain

To the vaft Idol, whilft the Nobler Train.
Of valiant Lovers daily fail between
The huge Coloffes Legs, and pass unfeen
Unto the blissful Shore; be bold and wife,
And we fhall enter; the grim Swiss denies
Only to tame Fools Paffage, that not know
He is but Form, and only frights in Show,
The duller Eyes that lookt from far; draw near,
And thou shalt fcorn what we were wont to fear,
We fhall fee how the ftalking Pageant goes
With borrowed Legs, a heavy Load to those
That made, and bear him; not as we once thought
The Seed of Gods, but a weak Model wrought
By greedy Men that seek t' inclose the common,
And within private Arms empale free Woman.
Come then, and mounted on the Wings of Love
We'll cut the fleeting Air, and foar above
The Monster's Head, and in the Nobleft Seats
Of those bleft Shades quench and renew our Heats.
There, fhall the Queen of Love, and Innocence,
Beauty and Nature banish all Offence

From our clofe Ivy twines, there I'll behold
Thy bared Snow, and thy unbraded Gold;
There, my enfranchis'd Hand on every fide,
Shall o'er thy naked polish'd Ivory flide.
No Curtain there,. though of transparent Lawn,
Shall be before thy Virgin-treasure drawn:
But the rich Mine to the enquiring Eye
Expos'd, fhall ready ftill for Mintage lye

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And we will coin young Cupids. There, a Bed
Of Roses, and fresh Myrtles fhall be spread
Under the cooler Shade of Cypress Groves,
Our Pillows, of the Down of Venus Doves,
Whereon our panting Limbs we'll gently lay
In the faint Refpites of our active play ;
That fo our Slumbers may in Dreams have Leisure
To tell the nimble Fancy our paft Pleasure ;
And fo our Souls that cannot be embrac'd,

Shall the Embraces of our Bodies taste.

Mean while the bubling Stream fhall court the Shore,
Th'enamour'd chirping Wood-quire shall adore
In varied Tunes the Deity of Love;

The gentle Blafts of western Winds shall move
The trembling Leaves, and through their clofe Boughs
Still Mufick whilft we reft our felves beneath [breath
Their dancing Shade, till a foft Murmur, fent
From Souls entranc'd in amorous Languifhment,
Rowze us, and fhoot into our Veins fresh Fire,
Till we, in their sweet Ecftafie expire.
Then, as the empty Bee, that lately bore
Into the common Treafure all her Store,

Flies 'bout the painted Field with nimble Wing,
Deflowring the fresh Virgins of the Spring:
So will I rifle all the Sweets that dwell

In my delicious Paradife, and fwell

My Bag with Honey, drawn forth by the Power
Of fervent Kiffes, from each spicy Flower.
I'll feize the Rofe-buds in their perfum'd Bed,
The Violet Knots, like curious Mazes fpread
O'er all the Garden, taste the ripened Cherry,
The warm firm Apple tipt with Coral Berry;
Then will I vifit, with a wandring kiss
The Vale of Lillies, and the Bower of Bliss;
And where the beauteous Region doth divide
Into two milky ways, my Lips shall slide
Down thofe fmooth Allies, wearing as I go
A tract for Lovers on the printed Snow;

Thence climbing o'er the fwelling Appenine,
Retire into thy Grove of Eglantine;

Where I will all thofe ravifht Sweets diftil
Through Love's Alembique, and with Chimique Skill
From the mixt Mafs one Soveraign Balm derive,
Then bring that great Elixir to thy Hive.

Now in more fubtile Wreaths I will entwine,
My fnowy Thighs, my Legs and Arms with thine.
Thou like a Sea of Milk fhalt lie display'd,
Whilft I the fmooth calm Ocean invade
With fuch a Tempeft, as when Jove of old
Fell down on Danae in a Storm of Gold:
Yet my tall Pine, fhall in the Cyprian Straight
Ride fafe at Anchor, and unlade her fraight;
My Rudder, with thy bold Hand, like a try'd
And skilful Pilot, thou shalt fteer, and guide
My Bark into Love's Channel, where it shall
Dance, as the bounding Waves do rife or fall;
Then fhall thy circling Arms, embrace and clip
My willing Body, and thy balmy Lip
Bath me in Juice of Kiffes, whofe Perfume
Like a Religious Incense shall confume,
And fend up Holy Vapours to those Pow'rs

That biefs our Loves, and crown our fportful Hours,
That with fuch Halcyon Calmness fix our Souls
In ftedfaft Peace, as no Affright controuls.

There, no rude Sounds fhake us with fudden Starts,
No jealous Ears, when we unrip our Hearts,
Suck our Difcourfe in; no obferving Spies
This Blush, that Glance traduce; no envious Eyes
Watch our close Meetings, nor are we betray'd
To Rivals, by the bribed Chamber-maid.

No Wedlock Bonds unwreath our twifted Loves;
We feek no Midnight Arbor, no dark Groves

To hide our Kiffes: there, the hated Name

Of Husband, Wife, Luft, Modeft, Chafte, or Shame,
Are vain and empty Words, whofe very Sound
Was never heard in the Elyzian ground.

All things are lawful there, that may delight
Nature, or unreftrained Appetite:/
Like, and Enjoy, to Will, and A&t, is one,
We only fin when Love's Rites are not done.
The Roman Lucrece there reads the Divine
Lectures of Love's Great Mafter, Aretine,
And knows as well as Lais how to movem
Her plyant Body in the A&t of Love
To quench the burning Ravisher, the hurles
Her Limbs into a thousand winding Curles.
And ftudies artful Poftures, fuch as be

Carv'd on the Bark of every neighbouring Tree
By Learned Hands, that fo adorn'd the Rind
Of those fair Plants, which as they lay entwin'd,
Have fann'd their glowing Fires. The Grecian Dame,
That in her endless Web toyl'd for a Name
As fruitless as her Work, doth there display
Her felf before the Youth of Ithaca,

And th' amorous sport of gamesome Nights prefer
Before dull Dreams of the loft Traveller.

Daphne hath broke her Bark, and that swift Foot
Which th' angry Gods had faftned with a Root
To the fixt Earth, doth now unfetter'd run,
To meet th' Embraces of the youthful Sun:
She hangs upon him like his Delphick Lyre,
Her Kiffes blow the old, and breath new Fire;
Full of her God, the fings infpired Layes,
Sweet Odes of Love, fuch as deferve the Bayes,
Which the her felf was. Next her, Laura lies
In Petrarch's learned Arms, drying thofe Eyes
That did in such sweet smooth-pac'd Numbers flow,
As made the World enamour'd of his Woe.
These, and Ten thousand Beauties more, that dy'd
Slave to the Tyrant, now enlarg'd, deride
His cancel'd Laws, and for their time mifpent,
Pay into Love's Exchequer double Rent.

Come then, my Celia, we'll no more forbear
To taste our Joys, ftruck with a Panick Fear,