No; thou'rt a fool, I'll fwear, if e'er thou grant ;
Much of my veneration thou must want,
When once thy kindness 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 still,
Left I like the Pellæan prince should 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 sweetness is so much within me plac'd,
That shouldst thou nectar give, 't would spoil the tafte.
Beauty at first moves wonder and delight;
"Tis Nature's juggling trick to cheat the fight:
W' admire it whilst unknown, but after, more
Admire ourselves for liking it before.
Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
Does overgorge himself with his own prey;
Of very hopes a furfeit he'll fuftain,
Unless by fears he caft them up again :
His fpirit and fweetness dangers keep alone;
If once he lose his fting, he grows a drone.
From her's th' alloy, from mine the metal, take: Which we nor our forefathers e'er could bear.
TEACH me to love? go teach thyself more wit;
I chief profeffor am of it.
Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews;
Teach boldnefs to the stews;
In tyrants' courts teach fupple flattery;
Teach Jefuits, that have travell'd far, to lie;
Teach fire to burn, and winds to blow;
Teach restless fountains how to flow;
Teach the dull earth fix'd to abide;
Teach woman-kind inconftancy and pride:
See if your diligence here will ufeful prove;
But, prithee, teach not me to love.
The god of Love, if such 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, Mistress, 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 those in death,
At which the fouls go out, too, with the breath:
Still the foul stays, yet ftill does from me run,
As light and heat does with the fun.
"Tis I who Love's Columbus am; 'tis 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 wholesome doctrines of my Muse?
If to my share the Prophet's fate must come,
Hereafter fame, here martyrdom?
THE devil take those foolish men Who gave you firft such pow'rs;
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