Cupid and Hymen a Voyage to the Isles of love and matrimony. Containing A most Diverting Account of the Inhabitants of those Two Vast and Populous Countries, their Laws, Customs, and Government. Interspersed With many useful Directions and Cautions how to avoid the dangerous Precipices and Quicksands that these Islands abound with, and wherein so many Thousands, who have undertaken the Voyage, have miserably perished. By the Facetious H. C. [i.e. Henry Carey] and T. B.: To which are added, a map of the Island of Marriage; The Batchelor's Estimate of the Expences attending a Married Life. The Married Man's Answer to it; None but Fools Marry, a Vindication of the Estimate; and a Boulster Lecture, &c. By Simon Single ... The Fourth Edition |
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TO CHLOE, WITH THE Voyage to the Island of Love.
Chloe the following Piece peruse with Care,
It of a most delicious Country treats;
Nor is it difficult to travel there;
You may the Voyage make between the Sheets.
It of a most delicious Country treats;
Nor is it difficult to travel there;
You may the Voyage make between the Sheets.
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[This charming Isle, which ravishes the Sight]
This charming Isle, which ravishes the Sight,
Is sacred to the God of soft Desires;
Who to all Mankind's Homage claims a Right,
And ev'ry Breast inflames with am'rous Fires.
None 'scape his Pow'r, all feel the tingling Dart,
The Young, the Old, the Monarch, and the Slave:
Who is exempt therefrom that has a Heart,
The Weak, the Strong, the Coward, or the Brave?
Once in their Lives here all a Visit make,
And quit their Home to see this happy Isle;
Here their most ardent Wishes Center take,
Dependent on the Fair One's Frown or Smile,
Ten Thousand different Ways you here may land,
No Wind's amiss to bring you into Port;
No Chains, no Guards, to bar the Entrance stand,
All Sides lie open for a free Resort.
Th'Agreeables, the Beauties, Graces, Charms,
Have all the Ports committed to their Care;
And making use of Love resistless Arms,
Let fly at all, and not a Heart they spare.
Is sacred to the God of soft Desires;
Who to all Mankind's Homage claims a Right,
And ev'ry Breast inflames with am'rous Fires.
None 'scape his Pow'r, all feel the tingling Dart,
The Young, the Old, the Monarch, and the Slave:
Who is exempt therefrom that has a Heart,
The Weak, the Strong, the Coward, or the Brave?
Once in their Lives here all a Visit make,
And quit their Home to see this happy Isle;
Here their most ardent Wishes Center take,
Dependent on the Fair One's Frown or Smile,
Ten Thousand different Ways you here may land,
No Wind's amiss to bring you into Port;
No Chains, no Guards, to bar the Entrance stand,
All Sides lie open for a free Resort.
Th'Agreeables, the Beauties, Graces, Charms,
Have all the Ports committed to their Care;
And making use of Love resistless Arms,
Let fly at all, and not a Heart they spare.
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[Here the still Ocean quiet flows]
Here the still Ocean quiet flows,
As the least Chrystal purling Streams;
No Wind but the soft Zephyr blows,
And o'er the level Surface skims;
Whose pleasing Murmurs whilst you hear,
In sporting with the wanton Seas;
That Nature's Self did sleep you'd swear,
And therefore left the World at Peace.
A thousand Flowers along the Shore,
The Pink, the Lilly, and the Rose,
With Pleasure vye their beauteous Store,
Yet the least Wonders there disclose.
As the least Chrystal purling Streams;
No Wind but the soft Zephyr blows,
And o'er the level Surface skims;
Whose pleasing Murmurs whilst you hear,
In sporting with the wanton Seas;
That Nature's Self did sleep you'd swear,
And therefore left the World at Peace.
A thousand Flowers along the Shore,
The Pink, the Lilly, and the Rose,
With Pleasure vye their beauteous Store,
Yet the least Wonders there disclose.
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[Love, with his Darts does ev'ry Mortal wound]
Love, with his Darts does ev'ry Mortal wound,
And as he's the most powerful of Kings,
That on Earth, in Sea, or in Heav'n is found,
By various Means all in Subjection brings:
Thus 'tis that he, to aggravate the Pains,
Of those who insolent his Pow'r deride,
Makes them of worthless Objects wear the Chains,
And tremble at that God they once defy'd.
And as he's the most powerful of Kings,
That on Earth, in Sea, or in Heav'n is found,
By various Means all in Subjection brings:
Thus 'tis that he, to aggravate the Pains,
Of those who insolent his Pow'r deride,
Makes them of worthless Objects wear the Chains,
And tremble at that God they once defy'd.
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[For all the various Charms, that can adorn]
For all the various Charms, that can adorn
A blooming Virgin, in her Person met;
A Milk-white Skin, Cheeks rosy as the Morn,
A Mouth with even Rows of Ivory set;
Lips Coral Red, and suing to be press'd,
Eyes that would stir an Anchoret's Desire;
A Faultless Shape, imagine all the Rest,
Then say, who would not at her Feet expire?
A blooming Virgin, in her Person met;
A Milk-white Skin, Cheeks rosy as the Morn,
A Mouth with even Rows of Ivory set;
Lips Coral Red, and suing to be press'd,
Eyes that would stir an Anchoret's Desire;
A Faultless Shape, imagine all the Rest,
Then say, who would not at her Feet expire?
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[Ye Mortals, who, inflam'd with am'rous Fires]
Ye Mortals, who, inflam'd with am'rous Fires,
Would of this Life the choicest Pleasures prove;
Come to our Isle, and there have your Desires,
There is no solid Pleasure without Love.
Would of this Life the choicest Pleasures prove;
Come to our Isle, and there have your Desires,
There is no solid Pleasure without Love.
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[Go giddy Heads, those real Pleasures taste]
Go giddy Heads, those real Pleasures taste,
Which in Love's Vanities are to be found;
You'll tell your Thoughts thereof, when once they're past,
If e'er you 'scape from that inchanted Ground.
Which in Love's Vanities are to be found;
You'll tell your Thoughts thereof, when once they're past,
If e'er you 'scape from that inchanted Ground.
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[Soon as one lands, a Goddess charming fair]
Soon as one lands, a Goddess charming fair,
The Mistress of the Prudent and Discreet,
Reason, whose Eyes so bright and piercing are,
Obstructs our passing on, and crys, Retreat.
But oh! the dazzled Sense denies its Aid,
And hides her beauteous Features from our Eyes;
'Till lest amidst her Foes, the charming Maid,
Finds that no Man in Love was ever wise.
The Mistress of the Prudent and Discreet,
Reason, whose Eyes so bright and piercing are,
Obstructs our passing on, and crys, Retreat.
But oh! the dazzled Sense denies its Aid,
And hides her beauteous Features from our Eyes;
'Till lest amidst her Foes, the charming Maid,
Finds that no Man in Love was ever wise.
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[He whom you there behold with Looks severe]
He whom you there behold with Looks severe,
Is call'd Respect, and is the Child of Love;
Got on Esteem; great is his Credit here,
Him therefore court, if you'd successful prove;
They who neglect to follow his Advice,
Are very seldom Fav'rites with the Fair,
To buy his Friendship, Silence is the Price,
And even the Language of the Eyes forbear:
She who so constant on his Steps does wait,
Is call'd Precaution, circumspect, and wise,
Of discreet Love, th'inseparable Mate,
In Love one must have every Way one's Eyes.
Is call'd Respect, and is the Child of Love;
Got on Esteem; great is his Credit here,
Him therefore court, if you'd successful prove;
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Are very seldom Fav'rites with the Fair,
To buy his Friendship, Silence is the Price,
And even the Language of the Eyes forbear:
She who so constant on his Steps does wait,
Is call'd Precaution, circumspect, and wise,
Of discreet Love, th'inseparable Mate,
In Love one must have every Way one's Eyes.
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[My Words disjointed are, and wild]
My Words disjointed are, and wild,
Continual Sighs break off my Speech;
I'm of my Liberty beguil'd,
And Reason's Aid in vain beseech.
Has not Zelinda, charming Queen,
Bound my Heart Captive in her Chains?
E'er I her beauteous Face had seen,
I never felt such cruel Pains.
Continual Sighs break off my Speech;
I'm of my Liberty beguil'd,
And Reason's Aid in vain beseech.
Has not Zelinda, charming Queen,
Bound my Heart Captive in her Chains?
E'er I her beauteous Face had seen,
I never felt such cruel Pains.
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[There one may tender Lovers see]
There one may tender Lovers see,
In Crowds flock thither every Day;
Near th'Object of their Vows to be,
And with them sport the Time away:
There ev'ry House is deck'd with Flow'rs,
All seems magnificent and gay;
In Feasts and Balls they spend the Hours,
And Care and Sorrow put away.
All Vice is likewise banish'd thence,
Nor suffered in this blest Retreat;
E'en Misers lavish there their Pence,
Bless'd if therewith a Smile they get.
Nay, the most froward Mortals strive,
Themselves agreeable to make;
And the most stupid Sotts alive,
Learn Wit, and off their Folly shake.
The Pensive too, no longer dumb,
Finds there a Tongue, and talks with Ease;
In short there's none who thither come,
But study all they can to please.
In Crowds flock thither every Day;
Near th'Object of their Vows to be,
And with them sport the Time away:
There ev'ry House is deck'd with Flow'rs,
All seems magnificent and gay;
In Feasts and Balls they spend the Hours,
And Care and Sorrow put away.
All Vice is likewise banish'd thence,
Nor suffered in this blest Retreat;
E'en Misers lavish there their Pence,
Bless'd if therewith a Smile they get.
Nay, the most froward Mortals strive,
Themselves agreeable to make;
And the most stupid Sotts alive,
Learn Wit, and off their Folly shake.
The Pensive too, no longer dumb,
Finds there a Tongue, and talks with Ease;
In short there's none who thither come,
But study all they can to please.
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[Methought, I saw my charming Dear]
Methought, I saw my charming Dear,
Within my Arms expiring lye;
But she reviv'd more killing Fair,
So sweet the Death was she did dye.
Methought I saw a While o'ercast,
The wonted Lustre of her Eyes,
'Till languishing she sunk at last
Upon my Breast in Extasies.
But on my waking I perceiv'd,
'Twas all a fleeting Dream, no more;
And griev'd, in Sleep, to be deceiv'd,
To wake more wretched than before.
Within my Arms expiring lye;
But she reviv'd more killing Fair,
So sweet the Death was she did dye.
Methought I saw a While o'ercast,
The wonted Lustre of her Eyes,
'Till languishing she sunk at last
Upon my Breast in Extasies.
But on my waking I perceiv'd,
'Twas all a fleeting Dream, no more;
And griev'd, in Sleep, to be deceiv'd,
To wake more wretched than before.
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[Fair Promises she always makes]
Fair Promises she always makes,
Which Promises full oft she breaks;
In Love to persevere decoys,
And buoys us up with promis'd Joys;
Nay, often bids those Wretches live,
Who the next Hour their Doom receive.
Which Promises full oft she breaks;
In Love to persevere decoys,
And buoys us up with promis'd Joys;
Nay, often bids those Wretches live,
Who the next Hour their Doom receive.
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[Time and Respect o'ercome all Obstacles]
Time and Respect o'ercome all Obstacles:
And Love, unshaken, may do Miracles.
And Love, unshaken, may do Miracles.
'Tis great and glorious, sure, she cry'd,
T'abase a haughty Beauty's Pride;
And when you make th'Attempt in vain,
'Tis great, by Death, to end your Pain.
T'abase a haughty Beauty's Pride;
And when you make th'Attempt in vain,
'Tis great, by Death, to end your Pain.
You all may hope for, from your prudent Love,
And the Fair, one Day, will your Flames approve.
And the Fair, one Day, will your Flames approve.
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[What! always sigh, and bear eternal Pains!]
What! always sigh, and bear eternal Pains!
Always love on, and wear a Tyrant's Chains!
Perhaps too dye at last, and yet not dare,
At the last Gasp, one's Suff'rings to declare!
Or know, when a poor Wretch expiring lies,
If she, who caus'd his Death, will with him sympathize?
Must one, to happy be, the Venture run,
Whether the cruel Fair, e'er Life be gone,
Laying aside her Haughtiness, will deign
To take some Pity, and to end his Pain;
And not consider it may be too late,
And Culprit first may have resign'd to Fate!
Always love on, and wear a Tyrant's Chains!
Perhaps too dye at last, and yet not dare,
At the last Gasp, one's Suff'rings to declare!
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If she, who caus'd his Death, will with him sympathize?
Must one, to happy be, the Venture run,
Whether the cruel Fair, e'er Life be gone,
Laying aside her Haughtiness, will deign
To take some Pity, and to end his Pain;
And not consider it may be too late,
And Culprit first may have resign'd to Fate!
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[In close Retirement lives each Family]
In close Retirement lives each Family,
And all is done with th'utmost Privacy;
No Balls, or Serenades alarm the Ear,
Nor i'th' Streets any, but at Night appear:
All Persons there, their own Affairs attend,
Without intrusting Confidant, or Friend:
There Lovers seldom meet, but keep away,
Forc'd a Constraint on their Desires to lay;
There they must suffer, yet not dare complain,
Tho' then oppress'd, with the most cruel Pain.
This is the School where Lovers learn to try,
The soft persuasive Language of the Eye;
That silent Language, which so well imparts
The inmost Thoughts, and Wishes of our Hearts;
Which, without speaking, can the Mind explain,
And tell us all its Joy, and all its Pain.
And all is done with th'utmost Privacy;
No Balls, or Serenades alarm the Ear,
Nor i'th' Streets any, but at Night appear:
All Persons there, their own Affairs attend,
Without intrusting Confidant, or Friend:
There Lovers seldom meet, but keep away,
Forc'd a Constraint on their Desires to lay;
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Tho' then oppress'd, with the most cruel Pain.
This is the School where Lovers learn to try,
The soft persuasive Language of the Eye;
That silent Language, which so well imparts
The inmost Thoughts, and Wishes of our Hearts;
Which, without speaking, can the Mind explain,
And tell us all its Joy, and all its Pain.
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[With falling Tears my Cheeks I stain'd]
With falling Tears my Cheeks I stain'd,
With Grief and Anguish worn away,
'Till but a Skeleton remain'd,
Of Strephon, once so blithe and gay:
Yet I ne'er let Zelinda hear
My Groans, or in the least complain,
But waited with Respect and Fear,
'Till she, or Death, should end my Pain.
With Grief and Anguish worn away,
'Till but a Skeleton remain'd,
Of Strephon, once so blithe and gay:
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My Groans, or in the least complain,
But waited with Respect and Fear,
'Till she, or Death, should end my Pain.
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[Her Name is Cruelty, Love's deadly Foe]
Her Name is Cruelty, Love's deadly Foe,
Whose sole Delight's in Misery and Woe;
A hideous Monster, dreadful to the Sight,
From whom, one single Look, the boldest would affright.
Yet is she join'd, so 'tis decreed by Fate,
To Youth, and Beauty, as their constant Mate.
Whose sole Delight's in Misery and Woe;
A hideous Monster, dreadful to the Sight,
From whom, one single Look, the boldest would affright.
Yet is she join'd, so 'tis decreed by Fate,
To Youth, and Beauty, as their constant Mate.
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[From Lovers Eyes, this Torrent takes its Source]
From Lovers Eyes, this Torrent takes its Source,
Whose streaming Tears, its rapid Channel fill;
And down the Rock precipitates its Course,
Whilst, with its Fall, resounds each neighb'ring Hill.
Its flowing Streams soften the hardest Stone;
Its plaintive Murmurs fill the Woods around,
Stern Cruelty remains unmov'd alone,
Whilst Trees and Rocks, are melted with the Sound.
Whose streaming Tears, its rapid Channel fill;
And down the Rock precipitates its Course,
Whilst, with its Fall, resounds each neighb'ring Hill.
Its flowing Streams soften the hardest Stone;
Its plaintive Murmurs fill the Woods around,
Stern Cruelty remains unmov'd alone,
Whilst Trees and Rocks, are melted with the Sound.
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[Alas! Zelinda, cruel and severe]
Alas! Zelinda, cruel and severe,
Won't Death, or least, draw from your Eyes a Tear?
These Woods, and Rocks, are soften'd with my Grief,
And had they Pow'r, would give me some Relief;
But you, Zelinda, cruel, beauteous Fair,
Cause all my Woes, yet leave me to despair.
Won't Death, or least, draw from your Eyes a Tear?
These Woods, and Rocks, are soften'd with my Grief,
And had they Pow'r, would give me some Relief;
But you, Zelinda, cruel, beauteous Fair,
Cause all my Woes, yet leave me to despair.
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[Despair's dire Lake, where Nymphs and Swains forlorn]
Despair's dire Lake, where Nymphs and Swains forlorn,
Cease to be Objects of their Victor's Scorn;
Hopeless to be belov'd, worn out with Pain,
And having languish'd Months and Years in vain,
Finding their Loves inexorable quite,
And listless without them to bear the Light,
Thither they come, resolv'd to end the Strife,
And put an End at once to Love and Life.
Birds of ill Omen hover in the Air,
And by their croaking Noise inspire Despair;
Whilst Thousands of wild Swans a Consort make,
And sing their mournful Dirges on the Lake;
Whose plaintive Harmony, and dying Strains,
Seem to lament th'expiring Lovers Pains.
Cease to be Objects of their Victor's Scorn;
Hopeless to be belov'd, worn out with Pain,
And having languish'd Months and Years in vain,
Finding their Loves inexorable quite,
And listless without them to bear the Light,
Thither they come, resolv'd to end the Strife,
And put an End at once to Love and Life.
Birds of ill Omen hover in the Air,
And by their croaking Noise inspire Despair;
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And sing their mournful Dirges on the Lake;
Whose plaintive Harmony, and dying Strains,
Seem to lament th'expiring Lovers Pains.
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[Alas! she seem'd to say, unhappy Swain!]
Alas! she seem'd to say, unhappy Swain!
How do I pity all thy Grief and Pain?
Thy tender Passion, and thy ardent Love,
Deserv'd not that thy Fair should cruel prove.
How do I pity all thy Grief and Pain?
Thy tender Passion, and thy ardent Love,
Deserv'd not that thy Fair should cruel prove.
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[Strephon, at length, thy Passion I approve]
Strephon, at length, thy Passion I approve,
Thank Pity here, the beauteous Child of Love;
Her Words have forc'd their Passage to my Breast,
And me with tender Thoughts of thee possessed;
Live then, I give thee Leave, fond Strephon, live,
And with this pleasing Hope thy heart revive;
That with thy Passion won, I shall, one Day,
With endless Love thy Constancy repay.
Thank Pity here, the beauteous Child of Love;
Her Words have forc'd their Passage to my Breast,
And me with tender Thoughts of thee possessed;
Live then, I give thee Leave, fond Strephon, live,
And with this pleasing Hope thy heart revive;
That with thy Passion won, I shall, one Day,
With endless Love thy Constancy repay.
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[Rejoice, my Heart, Zelinda is appeas'd]
Rejoice, my Heart, Zelinda is appeas'd,
No longer think then on thy Suff'rings past;
But prize that Life wherewith she's not displeas'd,
And think what Joys may crown it at the last.
When on the dreadful Brink of Death thou stood'st,
Her beauteous Hand up-rais'd thee from the Grave;
In common Justice then, my Heart, thou shoud'st
Devote to her that Life which she did save.
No longer think then on thy Suff'rings past;
But prize that Life wherewith she's not displeas'd,
And think what Joys may crown it at the last.
When on the dreadful Brink of Death thou stood'st,
Her beauteous Hand up-rais'd thee from the Grave;
In common Justice then, my Heart, thou shoud'st
Devote to her that Life which she did save.
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[What Pleasures past expressing I possest!]
What Pleasures past expressing I possest!
How was my Soul with rapt'rous Transports blest!
How sweetly had I past Life's irksome Stage,
Free from those Passions that within me rage;
Had my Desires but Moderation known,
And I contented press'd no farther on!
I met Zelinda wheresoe'er I went,
And spoke my Mind to her without Restraint;
How was my Soul with rapt'rous Transports blest!
How sweetly had I past Life's irksome Stage,
Free from those Passions that within me rage;
Had my Desires but Moderation known,
And I contented press'd no farther on!
I met Zelinda wheresoe'er I went,
And spoke my Mind to her without Restraint;
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[Strephon, farewell, I dare no longer stay]
Strephon, farewell, I dare no longer stay,
Duty against my Will drags me away:
Yet live, however, better Days await,
And keep thy Faith to me inviolate.
Duty against my Will drags me away:
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And keep thy Faith to me inviolate.
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['Tis then decreed above, that I must dye]
'Tis then decreed above, that I must dye,
My deadly Pains admit no Remedy;
And what's, in vain, apply'd to give me Ease
But more exasperates the fierce Disease:
Thy short-liv'd Pleasures all, my Soul, are dead,
Zelinda is, for ever, from thee fled:
Then cease, to murmur longer, and repine,
And losing her, thy hated Life resign.
Far from the Fair, who was my sole Delight,
Far from those Eyes, which only charm'd my Sight,
By various Passions toss'd, my wounded Soul,
To each is made a Prey, without Controul.
Of my once pleasing Flame, nought now remains,
But cutting Sorrows, and Heart-wounding Pains;
'Till my sad Days, in deadly Langour pass'd,
Quite sink me down in endless Night at last.
Absence does still a Cure effectual prove,
For the Soul-vexing Mem'ry of one's Love:
But, woe is me! to quench my raging Flame,
In vain I court the melancholy Dame;
True, from Zelinda's Love, she'as banish'd me,
And from her pleasing Talk and Company;
But her bright Charms, whose Pow'r too well I know,
Are ever present, to increase my Woe.
My deadly Pains admit no Remedy;
And what's, in vain, apply'd to give me Ease
But more exasperates the fierce Disease:
Thy short-liv'd Pleasures all, my Soul, are dead,
Zelinda is, for ever, from thee fled:
Then cease, to murmur longer, and repine,
And losing her, thy hated Life resign.
Far from the Fair, who was my sole Delight,
Far from those Eyes, which only charm'd my Sight,
By various Passions toss'd, my wounded Soul,
To each is made a Prey, without Controul.
Of my once pleasing Flame, nought now remains,
But cutting Sorrows, and Heart-wounding Pains;
'Till my sad Days, in deadly Langour pass'd,
Quite sink me down in endless Night at last.
Absence does still a Cure effectual prove,
For the Soul-vexing Mem'ry of one's Love:
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In vain I court the melancholy Dame;
True, from Zelinda's Love, she'as banish'd me,
And from her pleasing Talk and Company;
But her bright Charms, whose Pow'r too well I know,
Are ever present, to increase my Woe.
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[There all are upon groundless Quarrels bent]
There all are upon groundless Quarrels bent,
And Duelling is hourly their Intent;
Fully resolv'd their fancy'd Foes to end,
Without respecting Brother, Prince, or Friend.
There Rage, Suspicion, Anger, Envy, shed
Their dang'rous Poison upon ev'ry Head,
'Till by their own, or other Hands, to fall
All seek: For Fraud, and Horrour, reigns o'er all.
And Duelling is hourly their Intent;
Fully resolv'd their fancy'd Foes to end,
Without respecting Brother, Prince, or Friend.
There Rage, Suspicion, Anger, Envy, shed
Their dang'rous Poison upon ev'ry Head,
'Till by their own, or other Hands, to fall
All seek: For Fraud, and Horrour, reigns o'er all.
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[Suspicious, hot, and diffident I grew]
Suspicious, hot, and diffident I grew,
To me my Heat seem'd reasonable too;
My self, my self, tormented to my Shame,
Till every Object troublesome became.
To me my Heat seem'd reasonable too;
My self, my self, tormented to my Shame,
Till every Object troublesome became.
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[Ye Trees, and Flow'rs, I in my Transports cry'd]
Ye Trees, and Flow'rs, I in my Transports cry'd,
Where does Zelinda from her Strephon hide?
You are the Confidents of all her Cares;
With you she spends whole Days, whilst I'm in Tears.
Woe is me, wretched Man! if my Ingrate,
Had to me kept her Faith inviolate,
Why does she more delight in you, than me?
And why for Yours, avoid my Company?
Where does Zelinda from her Strephon hide?
You are the Confidents of all her Cares;
With you she spends whole Days, whilst I'm in Tears.
Woe is me, wretched Man! if my Ingrate,
Had to me kept her Faith inviolate,
Why does she more delight in you, than me?
And why for Yours, avoid my Company?
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[The mortal Enemy of Pain]
The mortal Enemy of Pain,
Who, when he's ill us'd by the Fair,
Don't whining stand, and sue in vain,
Or give himself up to Despair:
But arm'd with a Resentment brave,
He wisely makes a quick Retreat,
And often does a Lover save
From an entire and sad Defeat.
Stung with the Falshood of my Fair,
No more to Love a Vow I made;
And Spite so far prevail'd, I swear,
That three whole Days from her I staid;
But Grief and Care still stuck so close,
And o'er my Soul had so much Pow'r;
To dye her Slave I rather chose,
Than cease so many Charms t'adore.
Who, when he's ill us'd by the Fair,
Don't whining stand, and sue in vain,
Or give himself up to Despair:
But arm'd with a Resentment brave,
He wisely makes a quick Retreat,
And often does a Lover save
From an entire and sad Defeat.
Stung with the Falshood of my Fair,
No more to Love a Vow I made;
And Spite so far prevail'd, I swear,
That three whole Days from her I staid;
But Grief and Care still stuck so close,
And o'er my Soul had so much Pow'r;
To dye her Slave I rather chose,
Than cease so many Charms t'adore.
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[With Scorn and Rigour arm your Eyes]
With Scorn and Rigour arm your Eyes,
Be haughty, cruel, and severe;
If Anger in my Breast arise,
I'll stifle it, and keep it there.
No, no, whatever Pains I bear,
Tho' Grief be painted in my Eyes;
Ne'er shall my Heart rebellious dare,
Repine, or say You tyrannize.
Perhaps I languishing may mourn,
And beg you not to be severe;
But shou'd my Breast with Anger burn,
I'll stifle it, and keep it there.
Be haughty, cruel, and severe;
If Anger in my Breast arise,
I'll stifle it, and keep it there.
No, no, whatever Pains I bear,
Tho' Grief be painted in my Eyes;
Ne'er shall my Heart rebellious dare,
Repine, or say You tyrannize.
Perhaps I languishing may mourn,
And beg you not to be severe;
But shou'd my Breast with Anger burn,
I'll stifle it, and keep it there.
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[Think, think, how cutting is the Grief]
Think, think, how cutting is the Grief,
When gall'd by a proud Beauty's Chain;
To see the cruel, lovely Thief,
Does only laugh at all our Pain.
Think that a Lover can not live,
Unless he sees whom he adores,
And give me Hopes your Heart forgives
And me to Favour once restores.
Since tho' I've lightly been to blame,
And grossly wrong'd my Charming Fair;
Enough I have aton'd the same,
By my sad Suff'ring and Despair.
When gall'd by a proud Beauty's Chain;
To see the cruel, lovely Thief,
Does only laugh at all our Pain.
Think that a Lover can not live,
Unless he sees whom he adores,
And give me Hopes your Heart forgives
And me to Favour once restores.
Since tho' I've lightly been to blame,
And grossly wrong'd my Charming Fair;
Enough I have aton'd the same,
By my sad Suff'ring and Despair.
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[And, which perhaps, may seem most strange]
And, which perhaps, may seem most strange,
We of our Hearts made an Exchange;
Zelinda, seizing first on mine,
Did thereby her's to me resign;
Thus I of her's became possess'd,
And treasur'd it up in my Breast.
We of our Hearts made an Exchange;
Zelinda, seizing first on mine,
Did thereby her's to me resign;
Thus I of her's became possess'd,
And treasur'd it up in my Breast.
[I was her sole Delight, with me]
I was her sole Delight, with me,
She always cou'd have wish'd to be;
In all my Griefs still bore a Share,
And my least Hurt made her despair.
She always cou'd have wish'd to be;
In all my Griefs still bore a Share,
And my least Hurt made her despair.
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[Pleasure's great Enemy, and Foe profess'd]
Pleasure's great Enemy, and Foe profess'd,
Who still the fondest Lovers does molest;
Who o'er the Passions bears impetuous Sway,
And with Love's soft Desires can't away;
Numbers infatuated, swell his Train,
Charm'd with his empty Maxims, to their Pain;
Which all our Pleasures criminal esteem,
And the least Liberties reproachful deem.
Who still the fondest Lovers does molest;
Who o'er the Passions bears impetuous Sway,
And with Love's soft Desires can't away;
Numbers infatuated, swell his Train,
Charm'd with his empty Maxims, to their Pain;
Which all our Pleasures criminal esteem,
And the least Liberties reproachful deem.
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[Mourn, mourn, my Eyes, mourn your unhappy Fate]
Mourn, mourn, my Eyes, mourn your unhappy Fate;
Mourn your Disgrace as unforeseen as great;
Your Sight, Zelinda, will no longer bear,
But has resum'd her Heart, and leaves you to despair.
If you are blest when in her Eyes you look;
If Pleasure in her Company you took;
Weep, weep, my Eyes, with Floods of Tears run o'er,
Those happy Days you never will see more.
Mourn your Disgrace as unforeseen as great;
Your Sight, Zelinda, will no longer bear,
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If you are blest when in her Eyes you look;
If Pleasure in her Company you took;
Weep, weep, my Eyes, with Floods of Tears run o'er,
Those happy Days you never will see more.
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[Go, perfect Lovers, go, feast ev'ry Sense]
Go, perfect Lovers, go, feast ev'ry Sense,
And of your Loves reap the sweet Recompence;
My Presence now is of no Use to you,
I've with your secret Pleasures nought to do.
And of your Loves reap the sweet Recompence;
My Presence now is of no Use to you,
I've with your secret Pleasures nought to do.
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[There an eternal Spring is seen]
There an eternal Spring is seen,
And th'azure Sky is still serene;
A Thousand Roses hourly blow,
Each Moment does fresh Wonders show;
The Trees with Fruit o'erloaden stand;
And seem to court the Gath'rer's Hand;
Each Field is dress'd in lively Green,
Around a thousand Caves are seen,
(With Bows entwin'd, all shaded o'er,
Lest prying Eyes shou'd ought explore.)
Where Lovers pass each gladsome Day,
In am'rous Sports, and wanton Play.
These lonesome Caves, Time out of Mind,
Have sacred been to Love, we find;
Nature herself the Branches wove,
The kind Receptacles of Love;
Where all the little feather'd Quire,
Pleas'd with their Mates, in Pairs retire;
And make the Hills and Dales around,
With Love inspiring Songs resound,
And others to excite the Love,
Themselves the pleasing Lesson prove.
A Thousand little Riv'lets there,
With their soft Murmurs fill the Air;
Whilst kindly the still Nights conspire,
To add fresh Fuel to Love's Fire.
There Lovers ne'er are heard complain,
Of their Fair's Rigour, or Disdain;
But after many Troubles past,
Joys e'en beyond their Wishes taste.
Why say I more, since all that e'er,
This World produced, or Great, or Fair,
Have there Love's pleasing Passion try'd,
And in their Lovers Arms have dy'd.
And th'azure Sky is still serene;
A Thousand Roses hourly blow,
Each Moment does fresh Wonders show;
The Trees with Fruit o'erloaden stand;
And seem to court the Gath'rer's Hand;
Each Field is dress'd in lively Green,
Around a thousand Caves are seen,
(With Bows entwin'd, all shaded o'er,
Lest prying Eyes shou'd ought explore.)
Where Lovers pass each gladsome Day,
In am'rous Sports, and wanton Play.
These lonesome Caves, Time out of Mind,
Have sacred been to Love, we find;
Nature herself the Branches wove,
The kind Receptacles of Love;
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Pleas'd with their Mates, in Pairs retire;
And make the Hills and Dales around,
With Love inspiring Songs resound,
And others to excite the Love,
Themselves the pleasing Lesson prove.
A Thousand little Riv'lets there,
With their soft Murmurs fill the Air;
Whilst kindly the still Nights conspire,
To add fresh Fuel to Love's Fire.
There Lovers ne'er are heard complain,
Of their Fair's Rigour, or Disdain;
But after many Troubles past,
Joys e'en beyond their Wishes taste.
Why say I more, since all that e'er,
This World produced, or Great, or Fair,
Have there Love's pleasing Passion try'd,
And in their Lovers Arms have dy'd.
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