No; thou'rt a fool, I'll fwear, if e'er thou grant;
Much of my veneration thou must want,
When once thy kindnefs puts my ign'rance out,
For a learn'd age is always leaft devout.
Keep ftill thy diftance; for at once, to me,
Goddess and woman, too, thou canst not be.
Thou'rt queen of all that fees thee, and, as fuch,
Muft neither tyrannize nor yield too much.
Such freedoms give as may admit command,
But keep the forts and magazines in thine hand.
Thou'rt yet a whole world to me, and doft fill
My large ambition; but 't is dang'rous ftill,
Left I like the Pellaan prince fhould be,
And weep for other worlds, having conquer'd
When love has taken all thou haft away,
His ftrength, by too much riches, will decay.
Thou in my fancy doft much higher stand
Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand;
And I must needs, I'm fure, a lofer be,
To change thee, as thou'rt there, for very thee.
Thy fweetnefs is fo much within me plac'd,
TEACH me to love? go teach thyself more wit;
Ichief profeffor am of it.
Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews;
Teach boldnets to the ftews;
In tyrants' courts teach fupple flattery;
Tach Jefuits, that have travell'd far, to lie;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow;
Tach reftiefs fountains how to flow;
Teach the dull earth fix'd to abide;
Teach woman-kind inconftancy and pride:
Sf your diligence here will useful prove;
But, prithee, teach not me to love.
The god of Love, if fuch a thing there be,
May learn to love from me.
He who does boast that he has been
In every heart fince Adam's fin,
I'll lay my life, nay, Miftrefs, on 't, that's more,
I'll teach him things he never knew before;
I'll teach him a receipt to make
Words that weep, and tears that speak;
I'll teach him fighs, like thofe in death,
At which the fouls go out, too, with the breath:
Still the foul ftays, yet ftill does from me run,
As light and heat does with the sun.
'Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 't is I
Who must new worlds in it defcry;
Rich worlds, that yield of treasure more
Than all that has been known before :
And yet, like his, I fear, my fate must be,
To find them out for others, not for me.
Me times to come, I know it, fhall
Love's laft and greatest Prophet call;
But, ah what's that, if the refuse
To hear the whole fome doctrines of my Mufe?
If to my share the Prophet's fate must come,
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom?
Tuz deyil take those foolish men Who gave you first such pow'rs;
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