So Men, who once have cast the Truth away,
Forsook by God , do strange wild lusts obey;
So the vain Gentiles , when they left t' adore
One Deity , could not stop at thousands more.
Their zeal was senseless strait, and boundless grown;
They worshipt many a Beast , and many a Stone .
Ah fair Apostate! couldst thou think to flee
From Truth and Goodness , yet keep Unity ?
I reign'd alone; and my blest Self could call
The Universal Monarch of her All .
Mine, mine her fair East-Indies were above,
Where those Suns rise that chear the world of Love;

1

Sing I for a brave and a gallant barque, and a stiff and a rattling breeze,
A bully crew, and a Captain, true, to carry me o'er the seas;
To carry me o'er the seas, my boys, to my true love so gay-ay-ay,
Who went on a trip in a Government ship ten thousand miles away!

Refrain:
Blow, ye winds, hi oh! a-roaming I will go,
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play;
I'll start by the morning train to cross the raging main,
For I'm on the road to my own true love, ten thousand miles away!

2

LXXVIII

Since Love will needs that I shall love,
Of very force I must agree
And since no chance may it remove
In wealth and in adversity,
I shall alway myself apply
To serve and suffer patiently.

Though for goodwill I find but hate
And cruelty my life to waste
And though that still a wretched state
Should pine my days unto the last,
Yet I profess it willingly
To serve and suffer patiently.

For since my heart is bound to serve
And I not ruler of mine own,
Whatso befall till that I sterve,

Since, Coridon, you have a hart can pay
So many sacrifices in a day,
And that you can one for her wit adore,
And then another for her beauty more,
I have no inclination to confine
Your general offering to a single shrine.
No, Coridon, I'le quit you of your vow,
You here or there may court, when, where, or how,
Your artful love your fancy shall perswade,
And when you've done, and many conquests made,
Back on your honor looke, and there you'le see,
A ruine greater than your victory.
It easy is our weak sex to betray,

Song

D APHNÈ

Shephard loveth thow me vell?

A MINTAS

So vel that I cannot tell.

D APHNÈ

Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A MINTAS

Like to thee, faire cruell May.

D APHNÈ

Ah! how strange thy vords I find!
But yet satisfie my mind;
Shephard vithout flatterie,

She is not dead, but sleepeth; —
Ere long will the morning break,
When those we love who sleep in Him,
Shall from the dust awake.

She is not dead, but sleepeth; —
Soon, soon will the ransomed sing
O! grave, where is thy victory?
O! death, where is thy sting?

She did not love to love, but hated him
For making her to love; and so her whim
From passion taught misprision to begin.
And all this sin
Was because love to cast out had no skill
Self, which was regent still.
Her own self-will made void her own self's will.

XII.
Shal I come, if I swim? wide are the waves, you see:
Shall I come, if I flie, my deere love, to thee?
Streames Venus will appease, Cupid gives me winges:
All the powers assist my desire
Save you alone, that set my wofull heart on fire.

You are faire; so was Hero that in Sestos dwelt;
She a priest, yet the heate of love truly felt.
A greater streame then this did her love devide,

Set Love in order, thou that lovest Me.
Never was virtue out of order found;
And though I fill thy heart desirously,
By thine own virtue I must keep My ground:
When to My love thou dost bring charity,
Even she must come with order girt and gown'd.
Look how the trees are bound
To order, bearing fruit;
And by one thing compute,
In all things earthly, order's grace or gain.

All earthly things I had the making of
Were numbered and were measured then by Me;
And each was ordered to its end by Love,

A SENTINEL angel, sitting high in glory,
Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
" Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story!

" I loved, — and, blind with passionate love, I fell.
Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell;
For God is just, and death for sin is well.

" I do not rage against His high decree,
Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be;
But for my love on earth who mourns for me.

" Great Spirit! Let me see my love again
And comfort him one hour, and I were fain