Matthew Prior. Dialogues of the Dead and Other Works ::

But, since they have thus cruel been,
And could such constant lovers sever;
I dare not trust, lest now they're in,
They should divide us two for ever.

Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Remembering though upon what score;
This our last parting look believe,
Believe we must embrace no more.

Yet, should our sun shine out at last;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling cast,
To make two wandering lovers meet;

How great then would our pleasure be,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
And we, who had no hopes to see
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!

But say, Heaven should bring no relief,
Suppose our sun should never rise:
Why then what's due to such a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.

III.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Let perjur'd fair Aminta know]

Let perjur'd fair Aminta know,
What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain;
Tell her, the torments I endure,
Which only, only she can cure.

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But, oh! she scorns to hear, or see,
The wretch that lies so low as me;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephen hopes, alas! in vain:
For ne'er 'twas found (though often try'd)
That pity ever dwelt with pride.

IV. TO PHILLIS.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

Phillis, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill;
Tell me what pleasure you can find,
In forcing nature 'gainst her will.

'Tis true, you may with art and pain
Keep-in some glowings of desire;
But still those glowings which remain
Are only ashes of the fire.

Then let us free each other's soul,
And laugh at the dull constant fool,
Who would Love's liberty controul,
And teach us how to whine by rule.

Let us no impositions set,
Or clogs upon each other's heart;
But, as for pleasure first we met,
So now for pleasure let us part.

We both have spent our stock of love,
So consequently should be free;
Thyrsis expects you in yon' grove;
And pretty Chloris stays for me.

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V.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Phillis, this pious talk give o'er]

Phillis, this pious talk give o'er,
And modestly pretend no more;
It is too plain an art:
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull,
As not to know your heart.

In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne'er believe
But this is all a sham;
Since any one may plainly see,
You'd only save yourself with me,
And with another damn.

VI.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Still, Dorinda, I adore]

Still, Dorinda, I adore;
Think I mean not to deceive ye:
For I lov'd you much before,
And, alas! now love you more,
Though I force myself to leave ye.

Staying, I my vows shall fail;
Virtue yields, as love grows stronger;
Fierce desires will prevail;
You are fair; and I am frail,
And dare trust myself no longer.

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You, my love, too nicely coy,
Lest I should have gain'd the treasure,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true,
And in silence hid my anguish,
But I cannot promise too
What my love may make me do,
While with her for whom I languish.

For in thee strange magick lies,
And my heart is too, too tender;
Nothing's proof against those eyes,
Best resolves and strictest ties
To their force must soon surrender.

But, Dorinda, you're severe,
I most doating, thus to sever;
Since from all I hold most dear,
That you may no longer fear,
I divorce myself for ever.

VII.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Is it, O Love, thy want of eyes]

Is it, O Love, thy want of eyes,
Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathize,
Or for each other bleed?

If thou would'st make two youthful hearts
One amorous shaft obey;
'Twould save thee the expence of darts,
And more extend thy sway.

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Forbear, alas! thus to destroy
Thyself, thy growing power;
For that which would be stretch'd by joy,
Despair will soon devour.

Ah! wound then, my relentless fair,
For thy own sake and mine;
That boundless bliss may be my share,
And double glory thine.

VIII. A TWO PART SONG.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad?]

Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad?
To think and ne'er drink, will make you stark-mad.
'Tis the mistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy!
Which create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy;
But wine of the three's the most cordial brother,
For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other.

IX.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Morella, charming without art]

Morella, charming without art,
And kind without design,
Can never lose the smallest part
Of such a heart as mine.

Oblig'd a thousand several ways,
It ne'er can break her chains;
While passion, which her beauties raise,
My gratitude maintains.

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X.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Since my words, though ne'er so tender]

Since my words, though ne'er so tender,
With sincerest truth exprest,
Cannot make your heart surrender,
Nor so much as warm your breast:

What will move the springs of nature?
What will make you think me true?
Tell me, thou mysterious creature,
Tell poor Strephon what will do.

Do not, Charmion, rack your lover
Thus, by seeming not to know
What so plainly all discover,
What his eyes so plainly show.

Fair-one, 'tis yourself deceiving,
'Tis against your Reason's law[s]:
Atheist-like (th' effect deceiving)
Still to disbelieve the cause.

XI.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Love! inform thy faithful creature]

Love! inform thy faithful creature
How to keep his fair-one's heart;
Must it be by truth of nature?
Or by poor dissembling art?

Tell the secret, shew the wonder,
How we both may gain our ends;
I am lost if we're asunder,
Ever tortur'd if we're friends.

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XII. [Since, Moggy, I mun bid adieu]

Since, Moggy, I mun bid adieu,
How can I help despairing?
Let Fate its Rigour still pursue,
There's nought more worth my caring.

'Twas she alone could calm my soul,
When racking thoughts did grieve me;
Her eyes my troubles could control,
And into joys deceive me.

Farewel, ye brooks; no more along
Your banks mun I be walking:
No more you'll hear my pipe or song,
Or pretty Moggy's talking.

But I by death an end will give
To grief, since we mun sever:
For who can after parting live,
Ought to be wretched ever.

XIII.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Once I was unconfin'd and free]

Once I was unconfin'd and free,
Would I had been so still!
Enjoying sweetest liberty,
And roving at my will.

But now, not master of my heart,
Cupid does so decide,
That two she-tyrants shall it part,
And so poor me divide.

Victoria's will I must obey,
She acts without controul:
Phillis has such a taking way,
She charms my very soul.

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Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smiles,
Into her snares I run:
Victoria shews me all her wiles,
Which yet I dare not shun.

From one I fancy every kiss
Has something in 't divine;
And, awful, taste the balmy bliss,
That joins her lips with mine.

But, when with t'other I embrace,
Though she be not a queen,
Methinks 'tis sweet with such a lass
To tumble on the green.

Thus here you see a shared heart,
But I, mean while, the fool:
Each in it has an equal part,
But neither yet the whole.

Nor will it, if I right forecast,
To either wholly yield:
I find the time approaches fast,
When both must quit the field.

XIV. [Some kind angel, gently flying]

Some kind angel, gently flying,
Mov'd with pity at my pain,
Tell Corinna, I am dying,
Till with joy we meet again.

Tell Corinna, since we parted,
I have never known delight:
And shall soon be broken-hearted,
If I longer want her sight.

Tell her how her lover, mourning,
Thinks each lazy day a year;
Cursing every morn returning,
Since Corinna is not here.

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Tell her too, not distant places,
Will she be but true and kind,
Join'd with time and change of faces,
E'er shall shake my constant mind.

XV.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Farewel, Amynta, we must part]

Farewel, Amynta, we must part;
The charm has lost its power,
Which held so fast my captiv'd heart
Until this fatal hour.

Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd,
And us'd me ne'er so ill,
Thy cruelty I had excus'd,
And I had lov'd thee still.

But know, my soul disdains thy sway,
And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each fluttering coxcomb may
As welcome be as me.

Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd,
How lov'd before thy fall;
And now, alas! how much disdain'd
By me, and scorn'd by all.

Yet thinking of each happy hour,
Which I with thee have spent,
So robs my rage of all its power,
That I almost relent.

But pride will never let me bow,
No more thy charms can move:
Yet thou art worth my pity now,
Because thou hadst my love.

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XVI. LES ESTREINES.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

Accept, my love, as true a heart
As ever lover gave:
'Tis free (it vows) from any art,
And proud to be your slave.

Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant,
And let the giver live:
Who, with it, would the world have sent,
Had it been his to give.

And, that Dorinda may not fear
I e'er will prove untrue,
My vows shall, ending with the year,
With it begin anew.

New Years day 1700/1.

XVII.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Nanny blushes when I woo her]

Nanny blushes when I woo her,
And, with kindly-chiding eyes,
Faintly says, I shall undo her,
Faintly, O forbear! she cries.

But her breasts while I am pressing,
While to her's my lips I join,
Warm'd she seems to taste the blessing,
And her kisses answer mine.

Undebauch'd by rules of honour,
Innocence with nature charms;
One bids, gently push me from her,
T'other, take me in her arms.

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XVIII.
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SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Since we your husband daily see]

Since we your husband daily see
So jealous out of season,
Phillis, let you and I agree
To make him so with reason.

I'm vext to think, that every night
A sot, within thy arms,
Tasting the most divine delight,
Should sully all your charms.

While fretting I must lie alone,
Cursing the powers divine,
That undeservedly have thrown
A pearl unto a swine.

Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart,
My burning passion cool;
Let me at least in thee have part
With thy insipid fool.

Let him, by night, his Joys pursue,
And blunder in the dark;
While I, by day, enjoying you,
Can see to hit the mark.

XIX. ADVICE TO A LADY.
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Set by Mr. C. R.

Phillis, give this humour over,
We too long have time abus'd;
I shall turn an errant rover,
If the favour's still refus'd.

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Faith! 'tis nonsense out of measure,
Without ending thus to see
Women forc'd to taste a pleasure
Which they love as well as we.

Let not pride and folly share you,
We were made but to enjoy;
Ne'er will age or censure spare you,
E'er the more for being coy.

Never fancy Time's before you,
Youth, believe me, will away;
Then, alas! who will adore you,
Or to wrinkles tribute pay?

All the swains on you attending
Show how much your charms deserve;
But, miser-like, for fear of spending,
You amidst your plenty starve.

While a thousand freer lasses,
Who their youth and charms employ,
Though your beauty their's surpasses,
Live in far more perfect joy.

XX.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Since by ill fate I'm forc'd away]

Since by ill fate I'm forc'd away,
And snatch'd so soon from those dear arms;
Against my will I must obey,
And leave those sweet endearing charms.

Yet still love on; and never fear,
But you and constancy will prove
Enough my present flame to bear,
And make me, though in absence, love.

For, though your presence fate denies,
I feel, alas! the killing smart;
And can with undiscerned eyes,
Behold your picture in my heart.

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XXI.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Touch the lyre, on every string]

Touch the lyre, on every string,
Touch it, Orpheus, I will sing,
A song which shall immortal be;
Since she I sing 's a deity:
A Leonora, whose blest birth
Has no relation to this earth.

XXII.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries]

In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortur'd breast;
Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.

Ah! fair-one, why to me so coy?
And why to him so true,
Who with more coldness slights the joy,
Than I with love pursue?

Die then, unhappy lover! die;
For, since she gives thee death,
The world has nothing that can buy
A minute more of breath.

Yet, though I could your scorn outlive,
'Twere folly; since to me
Not love itself a joy can give,
But, Amoret, in thee.

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XXIII.
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SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Well! I will never more complain]

Well! I will never more complain,
Or call the Fates unkind;
Alas! how fond it is, how vain!
But self-conceitedness does reign
In every mortal mind.

'Tis true they long did me deny,
Nor would permit a sight;
I rag'd; for I could not espy,
Or think that any harm could lie
Disguis'd in that delight.

At last, my wishes to fulfil,
They did their power resign;
I saw her; but I wish I still
Had been obedient to their will,
And they not unto mine.

Yet I by this have learnt the wit,
Never to grieve or fret:
Contentedly I will submit,
And think that best which they think fit,
Without the least regret.

XXIV.
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Set by Mr. C. R.

[Chloe beauty has and wit]

Chloe beauty has and wit,
And an air that is not common;
Every charm does in her meet,
Fit to make a handsome woman.

But we do not only find
Here a lovely face or feature;
For she's merciful and kind,
Beauty's answer'd by good-nature.

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She is always doing good,
Of her favours never sparing,
And, as all good Christians should,
Keeps poor mortals from despairing.

Jove the power knew of her charms,
And that no man could endure 'em,
So, providing 'gainst all harms,
Gave to her the power to cure 'em.

And 'twould be a cruel thing,
When her black eyes have rais'd desire,
Should she not her bucket bring,
And kindly help to quench the fire.

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I. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Strephonetta, why d' ye fly me]

II. PARTING WITH FLAVIA. [_] SET BY Mr. SMITH.

III. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Let perjur'd fair Aminta know]

IV. TO PHILLIS. [_] SET BY Mr. SMITH.

V. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Phillis, this pious talk give o'er]

VI. [_] SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Still, Dorinda, I adore]

VII. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Is it, O Love, thy want of eyes]

VIII. A TWO PART SONG. [_] SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad?]

IX. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Morella, charming without art]

X. [_] SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Since my words, though ne'er so tender]

XI. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.

[Love! inform thy faithful creature]

XII.

[Since, Moggy, I mun bid adieu]

XIII. [_] SET BY Mr. SMITH.

[Once I was unconfin'd and free]

XIV.

[Some kind angel, gently flying]

XV. [_] SET BY Mr. DE FESCH.