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To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony.
That, while she with her eyes my heart doe*

bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind.

II.
I could have fled from one but singly fair ;
My disentangled soul itself might save.
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair ;
But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath
My fetters of the very air I breathe ?

III.
It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice



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But all resistance against her is vain,
Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice,
And all mj forces needs must be undone.
She having gained both the wind and sun.



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MOURNING.



You, that decipher out the fate
Of human offsprings from the skies,
What mean these infants which, of late.
Spring from the stars of Chlora's eyes ?

11.
Her ejes confused, and doubled o'er
With tears suspended ere they flow,
Seem bending upwards to restore
To^ heaven, whence it came, their woe.

III.
When, moulding of the watery spheres,
Slow drops untie themselves away,
As if she with those precious tears.
Would strew the ground where Strephon lay.

IV. .
Yet some affirm, pretending art.
Her eyes have so her bosom drown'd,
Only to soften, near her heart,
A place to fix another wound.



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V.

And, while vain pomp does her restrain
Within her solitary bower,
She courts herself in amorous rain,
Herself both Danae and the shower.

VI.

Nay others, bolder, hence esteem
Joy now so much her master grown,
That whatsoever does but seem
Like grief is from her windows thrown.

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Nor that she pays, while she survives.
To her dead love this tribute due.
But casts abroad these donatives.
At the installing of a new.

VIII.