II.

Here is no quarrelling for crowns,
Nor fear of changes in our fate;
No trembling at the great ones frowns,
Nor any flavery of state.

III.

Here's no disguise nor treachery,

Nor any deep-conceal'd defign;

From blood and plots this place is free,

And calm as are those looks of thine.

IV.

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Here let us fit and bless our stars,
Who did fuch happy quiet give,

As that remov'd from noife of wars
In one another's hearts we live.
V.

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Why fhould we entertain a fear?

Love cares not how the world is turn'd:

If crouds of dangers fhou'd appear,

Yet friendship can be unconcern'd.

VI.

We wear about us fuch a charm,

No horror can be our offence; For mischief's felf can do no harm To friendship or to innocence.

VII.

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Let's mark how foon Apollo's beams.

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Command the flocks to quit their mcat,

And not entreat the neighb'ring ftreams
To quench their thirst, but cool their heat.

VIII.

In fuch a fcorching age as this

Who would not ever feek a fhade

Deferve their happiness to mifs,

As having their own peace betray'd.

IX.

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And on the heart of charming Sylvia seize,'

Then quickly back again return to me,

Since that's the only cure for my disease;

But if you mifs her breaft whom I adore,
Then take your flight, and vifit mine no more.

LOVE ARM'D.

BY MRS. APHRA BEHN.

LOVE in fantaftick triumph fat,

Whilft bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannick power he fhew'd;
From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which round about in sport he hurl'd ;
But 'twas from mine he took defire,
Enough to undo the amorous world.

From me he took his fighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
And every killing dart from thee;
Thus thou and I the god have arm'd,
And fet him up a deity;

But my poor heart alone is harm'd,

Whilst thine the victor is, and free.

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* Born 1645? dyed 1689. Her maiden name was Johnson,

FOR what the world admires I'll wish no more,
Nor court that airy nothing of a name :
Such fleeting fhadows let the proud adore,
Let them be fuppliants for an empty fame.

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If reafon rules within, and keeps the throne,
While the inferior faculties obey,
And all her laws without reluctance own,
Accounting none more fit, more just than they:

III.

If virtue my free soul unfully'd keeps,

Exempting it from paffion and from stain :

If no black guilty thoughts difturb my sleeps,
And no past crimes my vext remembrance pain;

IV.

If, tho' I pleasure find in living here,

I yet can look on death without furprize :

If I've a foul above the reach of fear,

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And which will nothing mean or fordid prize;

* Mary, daughter to Richard Lee, efq. and wife of fir George Chudleigh, bart. Born 1656; dyed 1710.

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A foul, which cannot be depress'd by grief,

Nor too much rais'd by the sublimest joy; Which can, when troubled, give itself relief; And to advantage all its thoughts employ; VI.

Then am I happy in my humbler state,

Altho' not crown'd with glory, nor with bays. A mind, that triumphs over vice and fate,

Efteems it mean to court the world for praise.