Aphra Behn

Love in Fantastique Triumph satt,
Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,
For whom Fresh pains he did create,
And strange Tryanic power he show'd;

SE, cease,
Aminta, to complain,  Thy languishments give o’er,
Why should’st thou sigh because the swain  Another does adore
Those charms, fond maid, that vanquish’d thee,          Have many a conquest won,

Oh love
that stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion,
Witchery divine,

While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought,
To give a loose to Melancholy Thought;
Opprest, and sighing with the Heavy Weight Of an Unhappy dear Lov'd Monarch's Fate;
A lone retreat, on Thames's Brink she found,

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One Day the Amarous Lisander,
By an impatient Passion sway'd,
Surpris'd fair Cloris, that lov'd Maid,

OW strongly does my passion flow,
Divided equally ’twixt two
Damon had ne’er subdued my heart,
Had not Alexis took his part;

Mourn,
Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore,
The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more
Yes, yes, he fled quick as departing Light,

Who made love to me,
Imagin'd more than woman
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title
Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,

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CY in love I’ll prize,  And be to beauty true:
And doat on all the lovely eyes,  That are but fair and new
On Cloris’ charms to day I’ll feed,          To-morrow Daphne move;

A
ND martyrs I have made,   All sacrificed to my desire,
A thousand beauties have betray'd   That languish in resistless fire:
The untamed heart to hand I brought,

How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering
I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb
While every soft, and every tender Strain Is ruffl'd, and ill-natur'd grown with P...

Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us;
The Sun it self, though it had Strove,
It could not have betray'd us: