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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 lustre shine; 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 shine 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 passion 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 harm