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Say what thou wilt, chastity is no more Thec, than a porter is his door.

In vain to honour they pretend,

[walls;

Who guard themselves with ramparts and with
Them only Fame the truly valiant calls,
Who can an open breach defend.

Of thy quick lofs can be no doubt,
Within fo hated, and fo lov'd without.

Impoffibilities.

I.

IMPOSSIBILITIES! Oh, no, there's none;
Could mine bring thy heart captive home,
As cas'ly other dangers were o'erthrown,
As Cæfar, after vanquish'd Rome,
His little Afian foes did overcome.

II.

True lovers oft' by Fortune are envy'd,
Oft' earth and hell against them strive;
But Providence engages on their fide,
And a good end at laît does give;
At last just men and lovers always thrive.

III.

As ftars, (not pow'rful elfe) when they conjoin,
Change, as they pleafe, the world's eftate;
So thy heart in conjunction with mine
Shall our own fortunes regulate,

And to our stars themselves prescribe a fate.

"Twould grieve me much to find fome bold ro

mance

That fhould two kind examples fhew,
Which before us in wonders did advance;
Not that I thought that story true,

But none fhould fancy more than I would do.

v.

Thro' fpite of our worst enemies, thy friends,
Thro' local banishment from thee;

Thro' the loud thoughts of lefs-concerning ends,
As easy fhall my paffage be,

As was the am'rous youth's o'er Helle's fea.

VI.

In vain the winds, in vain the billows, roar ;
In vain the ftars their aid deny'd;

He faw the Saftian tow'r on th' other shore;
Shall th' Hellefpont our loves divide?
No, not th' Atlantick ocean's boundless tide.

Such feas betwixt us eas'ly conquer'd are;
But, gentle Maid! do not deny
To let thy beams fhine on me from afar,
And ftill the taper let me efpy;

For when thy light goes out, I fink and die.

Silence.

I.

CURSE on the tongue that has my heart betray'd, And his great fecret open laid!

As well might martyrs, who do choofe
That facred death to take,

Mourn for the clothes which they must lose,
When they're bound naked to the stake,