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Cupid to Chloe, Weeping. A Sonnet.

See, whilst thou weep'st, fair Chloe, see
The World in sympathy with thee.
The chearful Birds no longer sing;
Each drops his head, & hangs his wing:
The clouds have bent their bosom lower;
And shed their sorrows in a shower:
The Brooks beyond their limits flow:
And louder murmurs speak their woe:
The Nymphs & Swains adopt thy cares:
They heave thy sighs, & weep thy tears:
Fantastick Nymph! that Grief should move
Thy heart obdurate against Love.
Strange tears! whose power can soften all,
But that dear Breast on which they fall.

EMB. 1. The marvellous Seed of Love.

Strange Power of Love thus to transforme our Parts!
It gives new Souls & does our wits improve;
Confesse here after that the Queen of Arts
Sprung from Love's seed not from ye Brain of Jove.

EMB. 2. Mutual Love.

Love requires Love, then lett your busy Fools
Pursue in hast what does as fast retire;
Wisely we act by Mother Natures rules,
Our Hearts, Like Torches burn with equal fire.

EMB. 3. The voluntary Prisoner.

Untraind in all Loves subtil tricks and wiles,
I late was free, and boasted of my state;
Now willingly I'm taken in his Toyles,
And feel those Ills which I my self create.

EMB. 4. The timerous Adventurer.

I'll on and venture to expresse my mind,
Both Love and Fortune, to the bold are kind.
How oft do I my timerous Heart upbraid!
Abasht for fear, and 'cause abasht, affraid.

EMB. 5. By Little & Little.

See how the Bear industriously does frame,
And bring in time to forme, her unshapt young:
So may you mould the rough unpliant Dame,
With melting lips, and with a sooting Tongue.

EMB. 6. Fair and Softly

The Yoake uneasy on the Ox doth Sit,
Til by degrees, his stubborn neck does bow:
So Loves opposers do at last Submit,
And gladly drudg at the accustom'd Plough.

EMB. 7. The Impossibility.

Who warmly courts the cold & aukward Dame,
Whose breast the Liveing Soul does scarce inspire,
With them an equal folley may proclaime,
Who without fewell strive to kindle fire.

EMB. 8. Be quick & sure.

All's Fish that comes to net what ere shee be,
Whom Loves Blind God, or Blinder chance, shal send
Into thy Armes, Receive, cash Diety
Will to the active Lover be a freind.

EMB. 9. Love a ticklish Game.

Virgins are like the silver finny Race
Of slippery kind, and fishes seeme in part,
Lovers looke to't; Be sure to bait the place,
Lay well your Hookes, and cast your nets with Art.

EMB. 10. Blind Love.

Love is that Childish play cald Blind mans buffe,
The fond youth gropes about, till he is lost,
Too late convinc'd of Reasons wise reproofe,
When's little brains or dasht out 'gainst a Post.

EMB. 11. Love will out.

Long think not to conceal thy amorous flames
In it thou dost thy Ignorance discover;
See how the light confin'd, with searching beames,
Breakes through, and so betrayes ye lurking Lover.

EMB. 12. Life for Love.

Not the Brave Birds of Mars feel half that rage
Though likewise spurd by Love, and victory,
Or can more freely bleed upon the Stage,
Than Rival Lovers, that dare fight & dye.

EMB. 13. Cupid is a Warier.

Lovers are skild in all the Art of Wars,
Sieges, assaults, entring by storme ye fort;
As if Loves Mother when shee play'd with Mars,
Conceiv'd his humor, in her Secret Sport.

EMB. 14. The Powerfull attraction.

Where e're Shee be, the distance nere so great,
Mounted on sighs, thither my winged Soul,
Does take its flight, and on her motions wait,
True as Magnetick Needle to it's Pole.

EMB. 15. Rather Deedes, than words.

You say you love, but I had rather See't,
Shew loves impression in a wounded heart,
Words are but mind, and strangers thus may greet,
But doing, doing, that's the proving part.

EMB. 16. Cupid himself stung.

Does a Bees sting thus make thee cry and whines
A small reveng for thy bold Robbery.
Think on thy Sting, the bees compar'd to thyne,
Comes as much short, as that compar'd to thee.

EMB. 17. The difficult Adventure.

While wanton Love in gathering Roses strayes,
Blood from his hands, and from his eyes drop teares,
Let him poor Lovers pitty, who tread wayes,
Of bloody prickles, where no Rose appears.

EMB. 18. Hard to be pleased.

See how Shee picks, and cutts, and casts aside,
Whilst the Scorn'd flowers look pale at her disdain
This is the triumph of her nicer Pride,
And thus Shee does her Lovers entertaine.

EMB. 19. The Heart, Loves Butt.

Ten thousand times I've felt the cruell smart
Of thy drawn Bow, as often more I court,
Till in thy Quiver not one Single Dart,
Be lest for thee to prosecute thy sport.

EMB. 20. Ever present.

Her name is at my tongue, when ere I speak,
Her shape's before my Eyes wher ere I stir
Both day, and night, as if her Ghost did walk,
And not shee mee, but I had murdred her.

EMB. 21. Tis constancy that gains the pryze.

When low'ring, and when blustring words arise,
The weather-beaten Lover tough as Oake,
Endures the haughty storme, bends & complyes,
Gets ground, and growes the stronger for ye shock.

EMB. 22. Tis honourable to be loves Martyr.

Bear up against her scornes, 'tis brave to dye;
And on loves Altars lye a pious load;
Mount Oeta's topp raisd Hercules so high,
For 'twas Loves martyrdom made him a God.

EMB. 23. Sooner wounded than cured.

Brighter than lightning, shine her sparkling Eyes,
And quicker farr they penetrate my Heart;
Tho quick to take, yet slow to leave the pryze,
Till they have made deep wounds, & lasting smart.

EMB. 24. Compliance in Love.

Each passion of my Soule is tun'd by you,
I seem your life, more than my own, to live,
And change more shapes, than ever Proteus knew;
Camelionlike the colour take, you give.

EMB. 25. Envy accompanyes Love

Two, you may see, like brothers sport and play,
As if their soules did in one poynt unite,
Throw but the bone cald woeman in the way,
How fiercely will thy grin, and snarl, & bite.

EMB. 26. Platonique Love.

Dull fooles that will begin a formal seige,
Intrench, attack, yet never wish to winn,
And vainly thus to linger out your age,
When 'tis but, knock at gate, and enter in.

EMB. 27. The power of Eloquence in Love.

He thats successlesse in his love, nere knew
The Strength of Eloquence, whose magick power
Can all the boasted force of Armes out doe,
For golden words will storme the virgin Tower.

EMB. 28. Loves Triumph over Riches.

Beneath Loves feet are Royal Ensignes spread,
Whilst fettred Kings make up his pompous show,
Twise captive statues are in Triumph led,
And Scepters do to rural sheephookes bow.

EMB. 29. All not worth a Reward.

What means this courtship all this cringe & whine
And this attendance danceing at her door:
Like Slave that labours in a mill, or mine,
Toyling for others, thou thy self growst poor.

EMB. 30. The Hunter caught by his own Game.

The busy youth pursue the timerous Pusse,
Whilst eager Hope makes pleasure of a Toyle;
But I must fly, when I have beat the Bush,
And to the hunted pray, become a spoile.

EMB. 31. Tis yeilding gaines the Lover victory.

The yeilding Rod manag'd by coopers trade,
In close embraces does the vessell bind,
Would'st thou hoope in the weaker vessel, Maid,
Bend to her humour with a plyant mind.

EMB. 32. Ther's no Defence against love.

To Sword, and Gun, wee steel oppose and Buffe,
To bearded shafts, a trusty coate of Mail,
But against Cupids darts no armour's proofe,
There is no sence against his prot'stant flail.

EMB. 33. Love keepes all things in order.

How does this vast Machine with order move,
In comely Dance to th'Musick of the Spheres!
Did not wise Nature cement all with Love,
The glorious frame would drop about our eares.

EMB. 34. True Love knowe but one.

You live at large, abroad you range, & roame,
At vizor-mask, and petty coate, you runn.
This you call Love. True Love confines you home,
And gives you Manna-tast of all in one.

EMB. 35. Persevere.

What if her heart be found as hard as flint!
What if her cruel breast be turn'd to Oake!
Continu'd drops will make the Stone relent,
And Sturdy Trees yeild to repeated stroake.

EMB. 36. Gold the Picklock.

The Golden key unlocks the Iron Doore,
Poor Danae is suppris'd, no thunder clap
Forceth like Gold, nor lightning peirceth more,
It proves like Quicksilver in virgin-lap.

EMB. 37. Love's my Pote starr.

Others are led by Tyranny of Fate,
But gentle love alone commands my Soul,
Upon his influence all my actions waite,
I am the Loadstone, He'es my fixed Pole.

EMB. 38. No perjury in Love.

What mortal Lovers swear, protest, & vow,
Heaven lookes upon but just as common speech;
Refuse me if I don't—Confound me—now
Do signifie no more than kisse my Br---ch.

EMB. 39. Won by subtilty.

Life, and a Dearer Mistresse is the prize,
For the swift Fair had ran great numbers dead.
Hippomenes ventures, bribes her covetous Eyes,
And a gold pippin wins a Maiden head.

EMB. 40. Love bought & sold.

Of old the Settlement that lovers made,
Was firm Affection; Ioynture was a jest:
But love is now become a Smithfield Trade,
And the same bargain serues for Wife & Beast.

EMB. 41. Love regards no entreatyes.

When parched fields deny the welcome floods,
When hony shall ungratefull be to drones,
When wanton Kidds refuse the tender buds,
Then Love shall yeild to sighs, & tears, & grones.

EMB. 42. Augmented by favourable Blasts.

As gentle flames fan'd by fresh gales of wind,
At once do wider spread, and mount up higher,
So would her breath, the glowing heat, I find,
Within me, kindle to a vestall Fire.

EMB. 43. All grasp, all Lose.

One at a time's enough, One Puss pursue,
Some greedy Silly Coxcombs I have known,
Bob'd finely, when they slip their Dogs at two,
Then gape, and stare, & wonder when they're gone.

EMB. 44. Tears the Symptoms of Love.

There can be now no further cause of Doubt,
In every Tear my passion may be seen;
Love makes wett Eyes, this moisture that's without
Proceeds from pent-up flames, that scorch within.