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Nor fear of changes in our fate;
Nor any slavery of state.
III. Here's no disguise nor treachery,
Nor any deep-conceald design; From blood and plots this place is free,
And calm as are those looks of thine.
Who did such happy quiet give,
In one another's hearts we live.
Love cares not how the world is turn'd:
Yet friendship can be unconcern'd.
No horror can be our offence ;
Command the Rocks to quit their mcat,
And not entreat the neighb’ring streams
To quench their thirst, but cool their heat.
Who would not ever seek a shade
As having their own peace betray'd.
Assur’d) the boist'rous world disdain ;
Enjoy what princes with in vain.
BY THE SAME.
Go soft desires, love's gentle progeny,
And on the heart of charming Sylvia ' seize,'
Since that's the only cure for my disease;
BY MRS. APHRA BEHN.
Love in fantastick triumph sat,
From me he took his fighs and tears,
* Børn 1645? dyed 1689. Her maiden name was Johnson, THE RESOLVE.
BY LADY CHUDLEIGH.
Nor court that airy nothing of a name :
Let them be suppliants for an empty fame.
If reason rules within, and keeps the throne, 5
While the inferior faculties obey,
Accounting none more fit, more just than they:
Exempting it from passion and from stain :
And no fast crimes my vext remembrance pain;
If, tho' I pleasure find in living here,
I yet can look on death without surprize : If I've a soul above the reach of fear,
15 And which will nothing mean or fordid prize;
* Mary, daughter to Richard Lee, esq. and wife offer George Chudleigh, bart. Born 1656; dyed 1710.
Nor too much rais’d by the sublimest joy ;
And to advantage all its thoughts employ;
Altho’ not crown’d with glory, nor with bays,
Esteems it mean to court the world for praise.