Thomas Stanley: His Original Lyrics Part 7

But since my soul from me doth fly, To thee retir'd, Thou canst not both retain; for I 15 Must be with one inspir'd; Then, Dearest,[41:5] either justly mine Restore, or in exchange let me have thine.

Yet if thou dost return mine own, O tak't again! 20 For 'tis this pleasing death alone Gives ease unto my pain.

Kill me once more, or I shall find Thy pity than thy cruelty less kind.

THE s...o...b..LL.

Doris, I that could repel All those darts about thee dwell, And had wisely learn'd to fear 'Cause I saw a foe so near; I that my deaf ear did arm 5 'Gainst thy voice's powerful charm; And the lightning of thine eye Durst, by closing mine, defy; Cannot this cold snow withstand From the winter[42:1] of thy hand. 10 Thy deceit hath thus done more Than thy open force before: For who could suspect or fear Treason in a face so clear, Or the hidden fires descry 15 Wrapt in this cold outside lie?

Flames might thus, involv'd in ice, The deceiv'd world sacrifice; Nature, ignorant of this Strange antiperistasis, 20 Would her falling frame admire, That by snow were set on fire!

SPEAKING AND KISSING.

The air which thy smooth voice doth break Into my soul like lightning flies; My life retires whilst thou dost speak, And thy soft breath its room supplies.

Lost in this pleasing ecstasy, 5 I join my trembling lips to thine, And back receive that life from thee, Which I so gladly did resign.

Forbear, platonic fools! t'inquire What numbers do the soul compose: 10 No harmony can life inspire, But that which from these accents flows.

THE DEPOSITION.[43:1]

Though when I lov'd thee thou wert[43:2] fair, Thou art no longer so: Those glories do[43:3] the pride they wear Unto opinion owe.

Beauties, like stars, in borrow'd l.u.s.tre s.h.i.+ne; 5 And 'twas my love that gave thee thine.

The flames that dwelt within thine eye Do now with mine expire; Thy brightest graces[43:4] fade and die At once, with my desire. 10 Love's fires thus mutual influence return: Thine cease to s.h.i.+ne when mine to burn.

Then, proud Celinda, hope no more To be implor'd or woo'd, Since by thy scorn thou dost restore 15 The wealth my[43:5] love bestow'd; And thy despis'd disdain too late shall find That none are fair but who are kind.

LOVE'S HERETIC.

He whose active thoughts disdain To be captive to one foe, And would break his single chain, Or else more would undergo, Let him learn the art of me, 5 By new bondage to be free!

What tyrannic mistress dare To one beauty Love confine?

Who, unbounded as the air, All may court, but none decline. 10 Why should we the heart deny As many objects as the eye?

Wheresoe'er I turn or move, A new pa.s.sion doth detain me: Those kind beauties that do love, 15 Or those proud ones that disdain me.

This frown melts, and that smile burns me; This to tears, that, ashes, turns me.

Soft fresh virgins not full-blown With their youthful sweetness take me; 20 Sober matrons that have known, Long since, what these prove, awake me; Here, staid coldness I admire, There, the lively active fire.

She that doth by skill dispense 25 Every favour she bestows, Or the harmless innocence Which nor court nor city knows;-- Both alike my soul inflame, That wild beauty, and this tame. 30

She that wisely can adorn Nature with the wealth of Art, Or whose rural sweets do scorn Borrow'd helps to[44:1] take a heart;-- The vain care of that's my pleasure; 35 Poverty of this, my treasure.

Both the wanton and the coy Me with equal pleasure[44:2] move; She whom I by force enjoy, Or who forceth me to love: 40 This, because she'll not confess, That, not hide, her happiness.

She whose loosely flowing hair, (Scatter'd like the beams o' th' morn.) Playing with the sportive air, 45 Hides the sweets it doth adorn, Captive in that net restrains me, In those golden fetters chains me;

Nor doth she with power less bright My divided heart invade, 50 Whose soft tresses spread, like night, O'er her shoulders a black shade; For the starlight of her eyes Brighter s.h.i.+nes through those dark skies.

Black, or fair, or tall, or low, 55 I alike with all can sport, The bold sprightly Thas woo, Or the frozen vestal court: Every beauty takes my mind, Tied to all, to none confin'd. 60

LA BELLE CONFIDANTE.

You earthly souls that court a wanton flame, Whose pale weak influence Can rise no higher than the humble name And narrow laws of sense!

Learn by our friends.h.i.+p to create 5 An immaterial fire, Whose brightness angels may admire But cannot emulate.

Sickness may fright the roses from her cheek, Or make the lilies fade, 10 But all the subtle ways that Death doth seek Cannot my love invade.

Flames that are kindled by the eye Through time and age expire, But ours, that boast a reach far higher, 15 Cannot decay or die.[45:1]

For[45:2] when we must resign our vital breath, Our loves by Fate benighted,[45:3]

We by this friends.h.i.+p shall survive in death, Even in divorce united: 20 Weak love, through fortune or distrust, In time forgets to burn, But this pursues us to the urn, And marries either's dust.

LA BELLE ENNEMIE.

I yield, dear enemy, nor know How to resist so fair a foe.

Who would not thy soft yoke sustain, And bow beneath thy easy chain, That with a bondage blest might be 5 Which far transcends all liberty?

But since I freely have resign'd, At first a.s.sault, my willing mind, Insult not o'er my captiv'd heart With too much tyranny and art, 10 Lest by thy scorn thou lose the prize Gain'd by the power of thy bright eyes; And thou this conquest thus shalt prove, Though got by beauty, kept by love.

LOVE DEPOSED.

You that unto your mistress' eyes Your hearts do sacrifice, And offer sighs or tears at Love's rich shrine, Renounce with me Th' idolatry, 5 Nor this infernal power esteem divine!

The brand, the quiver, and the bow, Which we did first bestow, And he as tribute wears from every lover, I back again 10 From him have ta'en, And the impostor now unveil'd discover.

I can the feeble Child disarm, Untie his mystic charm, Divest him of his wings, and break his arrow; 15 We will obey No more his sway, Nor live confin'd to laws or bounds so narrow

And you, bright Beauties, that inspire The Boy's pale torch with fire, 20 We safely now your subtle power despise, And unscorch'd may, Like atoms, play And wanton in the suns.h.i.+ne of your eyes.

Nor think hereafter by new arts 25 You can bewitch our hearts, Or raise this devil by your pleasing charm: We will no more His power implore, Unless, like Indians, that he do no harm. 30

THE DIVORCE.

Dear, back my wounded heart restore, And turn away thy powerful eyes; Flatter my willing soul no more: Love must not[46:1] hope what Fate denies.

Take, take away thy smiles and kisses! 5 Thy love wounds deeper than disdain; For he that sees the heaven he misses, Sustains two h.e.l.ls of loss and pain.

Shouldst thou some other's suit prefer, I might return thy scorn to thee, 10 And learn apostasy of her Who taught me, first, idolatry.[46:2]

Or in thy unrelenting breast Should I[46:3] disdain or coyness move, He by thy hate might be releas'd, } 15 Who now is prisoner to thy love. }[46:4]

Since, then, unkind Fate will divorce Those whom affection long united, Be thou as cruel as this force, And I in death shall be delighted. 20