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Upon the moment did her force subdue,
And now she would the cagéd cloister fly:
Religious love put out religion's eye:
Not to be tempted, would she be immured,
And now, to tempt all, liberty procured.
“How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell !
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among :
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.
My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,
Who, disciplined and dieted' in grace,
Believed her eyes when they to assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place.
O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
“When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
How coldly those impediments stand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense,
And sweetens in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
“ Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,
1 And dieted. The old copy reads I died. A correspondent suggested the change to Malone.
And supplicant their sighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
And credent soul to that strong bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my
“ This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Whose sights till then were levelled on my face ; Each cheek a river running from a fount With brinish current downward flowed apace: 0, how the channel to the stream gave grace! Who, glazed with crystal, gate the glowing roses That flame through water which their hue encloses.
6. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear !
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warméd here?
O cleft effect !? cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath !
“For lo! his passion, but an art of crast,
Even there resolved my reason into tears ;
There my white stole of chastity I daffed,
Shook off my sober guards, and civil' fears;
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting; though our drops this difference
His poisoned me, and mine did him restore.
1 Gate, got, procured.
2 ( cleft effect. The reading of the original is Or, cleft effect. Malone substituted “ O cleft effect."
“ In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptness, as it best deceives,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows;
6. That not a heart which in his level came
Could ’scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
And, veiled in them, did win whom he would maim:
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
When he most burned in heart-wished luxury,
He preached pure maid, and praised cold chastity.
“ Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealéd fiend he covered,
That the unexperienced gave the tempter place,
Which, like a cherubim, above them hovered.
Who, young and simple, would not be so lovered ?
Ah me! I fell : and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake.
“O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowed,
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed,
0, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,
Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,
And new pervert a reconciléd maid ! »