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Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses

A Collection of Poems. In Three Volumes. By Mr John Hopkins

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To Amasia.
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To Amasia.

1

By their own light my Fires have long been seen,
And ev'n my silence told what my fond pains have been.
By Birth, and Beauty plac'd so high above,
All Mankind pays you Universal Love.

2

Your Beams, like Phæbus, o'er the World appear,
Nor need you wonder I perceive them here.
Soon may I prove a Conquest from your Eyes,
It is the Sun gives life to insects, and to flies,

3

High as you are, I may at least admire,
Mine, like all Flames, by Nature will aspire.
Tho' you are great, I am not basely low,
He can have no mean Soul, that is in Love with you.

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4

As the rash Youth who dar'd attempt the Sun,
Was soon destroy'd, and hurl'd by Thunder down.
By Fires as wild so did I madly burn,
As fiercely struck with my Amasia's scorn.

5

This Beauteous Danae's Fortress could not hold,
Could I but melt into a show'r of Gold.
Here, to have gain'd at all, were greater far,
Than a full Conquest, in a meaner War.

6

You, like a God, can Act howe'er you please,
And may ev'n me, to be your equal, raise.
You vastly so, would prove your Pow'r the more,
In Crowning him, who was your Slave before.

7

To you Just Heav'n large Fortunes did bestow,
Love is the only blessing wanting now.
If then my Passion must be ne'er approv'd,
O may you never know what 'tis to be belov'd!

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8

The whole Ambition that my Thoughts have known,
Is to be yours, Amasia, yours alone;
Blest with your Love, I should slight Empires more
Than by your scorn I was despis'd before.

9

But you, with Roman Pride, your Captives use,
When we have yielded, you a Peace refuse.
You drag me chain'd, and all my Love Proclaim,
Thus you, Amasia, give me Smoak for Flame.

10

But now, my fair, Eternally adieu,
Farewel, farewel to all my Love, and you.
Tir'd with the race, no more I fiercely Burn,
My dear young Daphne now shall to a Laurel turn.

11

In vain alas! like Children, I pursu'd,
And chac'd, from Hill to Hill, a guilded Cloud.
Whilst Ixion like, fond I, suppos'd it fair,
And thought indeed to find a Goddess there.

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12

When thro' all dangers I had wildly gone,
Led by Love's wand'ring blazes madly on.
O had I grasp'd it in my eager Arms,
It would have burst in Show'rs, in Thunder, and in Storms.