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Love's Resentment.
Must we eternal Martyrdom pursue?
Must we still love, and always suffer too?
Must we continue still to die,
And ne'er declare the cruel Cause?
Whilst the fair Murtheress asks not why,
But triumphs in her rig'rous Laws;
And grows more mighty in Disdain,
More peevish, hum'rous, proud, and vain,
The more we languish with our Pain?
And when we vow, implore, and pray,
Shall the inhuman cruel Fair,
Only with nice Disdain the Suff'rer pay;
Consult her Pride alone in the Affair,
And coldly cry—in Time—perhaps—I may
Consider, and redress the Youth's Despair?
Thus when at last she'd ease his cruel Fate,
Alas! her cruel Mercy comes too late.
Must we still love, and always suffer too?
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And ne'er declare the cruel Cause?
Whilst the fair Murtheress asks not why,
But triumphs in her rig'rous Laws;
And grows more mighty in Disdain,
More peevish, hum'rous, proud, and vain,
The more we languish with our Pain?
And when we vow, implore, and pray,
Shall the inhuman cruel Fair,
Only with nice Disdain the Suff'rer pay;
Consult her Pride alone in the Affair,
And coldly cry—in Time—perhaps—I may
Consider, and redress the Youth's Despair?
Thus when at last she'd ease his cruel Fate,
Alas! her cruel Mercy comes too late.
To this, Respect obligingly repaid,
Aminta's Cruelty you need not dread;
Your Passion by your Eyes will soon be known,
Without this Haste to Declaration.
'Tis I will guide you, where you still shall find
Aminta in best Humour, and most kind.
Aminta's Cruelty you need not dread;
Your Passion by your Eyes will soon be known,
Without this Haste to Declaration.
'Tis I will guide you, where you still shall find
Aminta in best Humour, and most kind.
Strong were his Arguments, his Reasons prove
Too pow'rful for the angry God of Love;
Who by Degrees to native Mildness came,
Yields to Respect, and owns his Haste to blame.
We vow Obedience to his better Skill,
And to his safer Conduct yield our Will.
Strait he invites us to a rev'rend Place,
An ancient Town, whose Governor he was;
Impregnable, with Bastions fortify'd,
Guarded with fair high Walls on ev'ry Side;
Silence, and Modesty, and Secrecy,
Have all committed to their Custody.
Too pow'rful for the angry God of Love;
Who by Degrees to native Mildness came,
Yields to Respect, and owns his Haste to blame.
We vow Obedience to his better Skill,
And to his safer Conduct yield our Will.
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An ancient Town, whose Governor he was;
Impregnable, with Bastions fortify'd,
Guarded with fair high Walls on ev'ry Side;
Silence, and Modesty, and Secrecy,
Have all committed to their Custody.
Silence, to ev'ry Question ask'd, replies
With apt expressive Forms of Face and Eyes;
Her Fingers on her Mouth, as you have seen
Her Picture, handsome, with an easy Mien.
With apt expressive Forms of Face and Eyes;
Her Fingers on her Mouth, as you have seen
Her Picture, handsome, with an easy Mien.
The Virgin Modesty is wond'rous fair,
A bashful Motion, and a blushing Air;
With unassur'd Regard her Eyes do move,
Free from stiff Affectation, or Self-Love;
Her Robes not gawdy were, not loosely ty'd,
Concealing even more than need be hid.
A bashful Motion, and a blushing Air;
With unassur'd Regard her Eyes do move,
Free from stiff Affectation, or Self-Love;
Her Robes not gawdy were, not loosely ty'd,
Concealing even more than need be hid.
For Secrecy, one rarely sees her Face,
Whose lone Apartment is some dark Recess;
From whence, unless some great Affairs oblige,
She finds it difficult to disengage.
Her, Voice is low, but subtilly quick her Ears,
And by her Prudence dissipates her Fears.
Whose lone Apartment is some dark Recess;
From whence, unless some great Affairs oblige,
She finds it difficult to disengage.
Her, Voice is low, but subtilly quick her Ears,
And by her Prudence dissipates her Fears.
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