"ONCE DID MY THOUGHTS BOTH EBB AND FLOW"

ONCE did my thoughts both ebb and flow,
As passion did them move;

Once did I hope, straight fear again,—

And then I was in love.

Once did I waking spend the night,
And tell how many minutes move;
Once did I wishing waste the day,-
And then I was in love.

Once, by my carving true love's knot,
The weeping trees did prove

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That wounds and tears were both our lot,

And then I was in love.

Once did I breathe another's breath

And in my mistress move,
Once was I not mine own at all,-

And then I was in love.

Once wore I bracelets made of hair,

And collars did approve,

Once wore my clothes made out of wax,

And then I was in love.

Once did I sonnet to my saint,

My soul in numbers move,

Once did I tell a thousand lies,

And then I was in love.

Once in my ear did dangling hang
A little turtle-dove,

Once, in a word, I was a fool,—

And then I was in love.

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The Relapse

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"ONCE DID I LOVE AND YET I LIVE"

ONCE did I love and yet I live,

Though love and truth be now forgotten;

Then did I joy, now do I grieve

That holy vows must now be broken.

Hers be the blame that caused it so,
Mine be the grief though it be mickle;
She shall have shame, I cause to know
What 'tis to love a dame so fickle.

Love her that list, I am content

For that chameleon-like she changeth,
Yielding such mists as may prevent.
My sight to view her when she rangeth.

Let him not vaunt that gains my loss,

For when that he and time hath proved her, She may bring him to Weeping-Cross:

I say no more, because I loved her.

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THE RELAPSE

O TURN away those cruel eyes,
The stars of my undoing!

Or death, in such a bright disguise,
May tempt a second wooing.

Punish their blind and impious pride,
Who dare contemn thy glory;

It was my fall that deified

Thy name, and sealed thy story.

Yet no new sufferings can prepare
A higher praise to crown thee;
Though my first death proclaim thee fair,
My second will unthrone thee.

Lovers will doubt thou canst entice
No other for thy fuel,

And if thou burn one victim twice,
Both think thee poor and cruel.

Thomas Stanley [1625-1678}

PHYLLIS

PHYLLIS is my only joy,

Faithless as the winds or seas,
Sometimes cunning, sometimes coy,
Yet she never fails to please:
If with a frown

LOVE in fantastic triumph sate

Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create

And strange tyrannic power he showed:
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,
Which round about in sport he hurled;

But 'twas from mine he took desires
Enough t' undo the amorous world.

Les Amours

From me he took his sighs 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 armed
And set him up a deity;

But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free!

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Aphra Behn [1640-1689]

LES AMOURS

SHE that I pursue, still flies me;
Her that follows me, I fly;
She that I still court, denies me;
Her that courts me, I deny;
Thus in one web we're subtly wove,
And yet we mutiny in love.

She that can save me, must not do it;
She that cannot, fain would do;
Her love is bound, yet I still woo it;
Hers by love is bound in woe:
Yet how can I of love complain,
Since I have love for love again?

This is thy work, imperious Child,
Thine's this labyrinth of love,
That thus hast our desires beguiled,

Nor seest how thine arrows rove.
Then, prithee, to compose this stir,
Make her love me, or me love her.

But, if irrevocable are

Those keen shafts that wound us so,

Let me prevail with thee thus far,

That thou once more take thy bow; Wound her hard heart, and by my troth,

I'll be content to take them both.

Charles Cotton [1630-1687]

RIVALS

Or all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are cursed;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst!
By partners in each other kind
Afflictions easier grow;
In love alone we hate to find
Companions of our woe.

Sylvia, for all the pangs you see
Are laboring in my breast,
I beg not you would favor me,
Would you but slight the rest!
How great soe'er your rigors are,
With them alone I'll cope;
I can endure my own despair,

But not another's hope.

William Walsh [1663-1708]

“I LATELY VOWED, BUT 'TWAS IN HASTE”

I LATELY Vowed, but 'twas in haste,

That I no more would court

The joys which seem when they are past

As dull as they are short.

I oft to hate my mistress swear,
But soon my weakness find:

I make my oaths when she's severe,

But break them when she's kind.

John Oldmixon [1673-1742]

THE TOUCH-STONE

A FOOL and knave with different views

For Julia's hand apply;

The knave to mend his fortune sues,

The fool to please his eye.