Whilft tafte not, touch not what is freely given, Is but thy Niggard's Voice difgracing bounteous (Heaven, From Speech reftrain'd, by thy Deceits abus'd, To Defarts banifh'd, and in Cells reclus'd; Mistaken Votaries to the Powers Divine, While they a purer Sacrifice Defign, Do but the Spleen adore, and worship at thy Shrine. 7. In vain to chafe thee every Art we try, In vain all Remedies apply; In vain the Indian Leaf infufe,. Or the parch'd Eastern Berry bruife; Some pafs in vain those Bounds, and nobler Liquors Now Harmony in vain. we bring, Infpire the Lute, and touch the String: From Harmony no Help is had, Mufick but fooths thee, if too fweetly fad; And if too light, but turns thee gaily mad. Not skilful Lower thy Source cou'd find, Or through the well-diffected Body trace The fecret and myfterious ways, ( use. By which thou doft deftroy and prey upon the Mind: Tho in the Search, too deep for human Thought; With unfuccessful Toil he wrought, Till in purfuit of thee himself was by thee caught. Retain'd thy Prifoner, thy acknowledg'd Slave, And funk beneath thy weight to a lamented Grave. XLIX. The Despair. J. Eneath this gloomy Shade, BEneat By Nature only for my Sorrows made I'll spend this Voice in Cries, In Tears I'll wafte thefe Eyes, By Love fo vainly fed; So Luft of old the Deluge punished. Ah wretched Youth! faid I, Ab wretched Youth! Twice did I fadly cry: 2. When thoughts of Love I entertain, Which Fewels the infernal Flame: In vain, in vain! Twice did I fadly cry, 3. No more fhall Fields or Floods do fo; For I to Shades more dark and filent go: All this World's Noife appears to me A dull ill-Acted Comedy: No Comfort to my wounded Sight, In the Sun's bufy and inpert'nent Light. Then down I laid my Head; Down on cold Earth, and for a while was dead, And my freed Soul to a range fomewhere fled. Ah fottifh Soul; faid I, When back to its Cage again I faw it fly; And row her Galley here again! Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn! Death fhould a Thing fo pleasant seem to thee Cowley. THE* Youth whofe Fortune the vast Globe obay'd And in his Chariot by || vile Hands opprefs'd, *Alexander the Great, ** Ptolemy, tt Pompey. Darius, Beffus The They knew no Foe, but in the open Field, LI. Indifference excus'd. By Sir Charles Sedley. LOVE, when 'tis true, needs not the aid And to convince the cruel'ft Maid, Lovers fhould ufe their Love alone. The Paths that common Lovers tread, Not in their Hearts, but in their Head. Toftrive to fhew what none can hide. By Sir Charles Sedley. WHEN Aurelia first became The Miftrefs of his Heart, Referves and Care he laid afide, At first her Cruelty he fear'd; He call'd himfelf a happier Man Her Favours ftill his Hopes out-ran, Love fmil'd at first, then looking grave, He fpoke, and from that fatal time Appear'd unwelcome, or a Crime, The |