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My passion, from all change secure,
No favours raise, no frown controals; I any
torment can endure But hoping with a crowd of fools.
Love still has something of the sea
From whence his mother rose ;
Nor give their thoughts repose.
They are becalm'd in clearest days,
And in rough weather tost; They wither under cold delays,
Or are in tempests lost.
One while they seem to touch the port,
Then straight into the main
The vessel drives again.
At first, disdain and pride they fear ;
Which if they chance to 'scape, Rivals and falsehood soon appear
In a more dreadful shape.
By such degrees to joy they come,
And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum,
It hardly does them good,
A hundred thousand oaths your fears
Perhaps would not remove; And if I gazed a thousand years
I could no deeper love.
DORINDA's sparkling wit and eyes
Uniting cast too fierce a light,
Love is a calmer, gentle joy,
Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace :
Yes, Fulvia is like Venus fair,
The crown majestic Juno wore,
Her train was form'd of smiles and loves,
Then smile, my fair ; and all whose aim
EASE me no more, nor think I care
Tho' monarchs bow at Kitty's shritre, Or powder'd coxcombs woo the fair,
Since Kitty is no longer mine.
Indifferent 'tis alike to me,
favourite dove be stole, Whether its dainty feathers be
Pluckt by the eagle or the owl.
If not for me its blushing lips
The rose-bud opens, what care I Who the odorous liquid sips,
The king of bees, or butterfly ?
Like me, the Indians of Peru,
Rich in mines of golden ore, Dejected see the merchant's crew
Transport it to a foreign shore.
Seeks the slave despoild to know
Whether his gold, in shape of lace,
of the item
I tell thee, CHARMION, could I time retrieve,
For by our weak and weary truth, I find,
Corinna in the bloom of youth
lover; Regardless of the tenderest truth,
No soft complaint could more her.