IDENTILIN$$ F13100G|1669|pp. 182-86\JH copied ?\5-24-91\P:EWS\o(CSmH)\6-14-01\C:JMK\7-20-01;JSC\9-6-01\P:DAS\cd(L)\2-6-02\C:JSC\4-14-03\P&C:MEL\(CtY)\1-30-07\P&C:MEL\(L,CtY,TxAM,Matt)\11-13-07
131.00G.0HE %X%1To the Countess of Huntingdon%2.
131.00G.001 T%+Hat unripe side of earth, that heavy clime
131.00G.002 That gives us man up now, like %1Adams%2 time
131.00G.003 Before he eat; mans shape, that would yet be
131.00G.004 (Knew they not it, and fear'd beasts companie)
131.00G.005 So naked at this day, as though man there
131.00G.006 From Paradise so great a distance were,
131.00G.007 As yet the news could not arrived be
131.00G.008 Of %1Adam%2's tasting the forbidden tree;
131.00G.009 Depriv'd of that free state which they were in,
131.00G.010 And wanting the reward, yet bear the sin.
131.00G.011 But, as from extreme heights who downward looks,
131.00G.012 Sees men at childrens shapes, Rivers at brooks,
131.00G.013 And loseth younger formes; so, to your eye,
131.00G.014 These (Madam) that without your distance lie,
131.00G.015 Must either mist, or nothing seem to be,
131.00G.016 Who are at home but wits mere %1Atomi%2.
131.00G.017 But, I who can behold them move, and stay,
131.00G.018 Have found my self to you, just their midway;
131.00G.019 And now must pity them: for, as they do
131.00G.020 Seem sick to me, just so must I to you,
131.00G.021 Yet neither will I vex your eyes to see
131.00G.022 A sighing Ode, nor cross-arm'd Elegie.
131.00G.023 I come not to call pity from your heart,
131.00G.024 Like some white-liver'd dotard that would part [CW:Else]
131.00G.025 Else from his slippery soul with a faint groan, [p.183]
131.00G.026 And faithfully, (without your smile) were gone.
131.00G.027 I cannot feel the tempest of a frown,
131.00G.028 I may be rais'd by love, but not thrown down,
131.00G.029 Though I can pity those sigh twice a day,
131.00G.030 I hate that thing whispers it self away.
131.00G.031 Yet since all love is %1feverish%2, who to trees
131.00G.032 Doth talk yet doth in loves cold ague freeze.
131.00G.033 'Tis love, but with such fatal weakness made,
131.00G.034 That it destroys it self with its own shade.
131.00G.035 Who first look't sad, griev'd, pin'd, and shew'd his pain,
131.00G.036 Was he that first taught women, to disdain.
131.00G.037 As all things were but one nothing, dull and weak,
131.00G.038 Untill this raw disordered heap did break,
131.00G.039 And several desires led parts away,
131.00G.040 Water declin'd with earth, the air did stay,
131.00G.041 Fire rose, and each from other but unty'd,
131.00G.042 Themselves unprison'd were and purify'd:
131.00G.043 So was love, first in vast confusion hid,
131.00G.044 An unripe willingness which nothing did,
131.00G.045 A thirst, an Appetite which had no ease,
131.00G.046 That found a want, but knew not what would please.
131.00G.047 What pretty innocence in that day mov'd?
131.00G.048 Man ignorantly walk'd by her he lov'd;
131.00G.049 Both sigh'd and enterchang'd a speaking eye,
131.00G.050 Both trembled and were sick, yet knew not why.
131.00G.051 That natural fearfulness that struck man dumb;
131.00G.052 Might well (those times considered) man become.
131.00G.053 As all discoverers whose first assay
131.00G.054 Findes but the place, after, the nearest way;
131.00G.055 So passion is to womans love, about,
131.00G.056 Nay, farther off, than when we first set out.
131.00G.057 It is not love that sueth, or doth contend;
131.00G.058 Love either conquers, or but meets a friend. [CW:Man's]
131.00G.059 Man's better part consists of purer fire, [p.184]
131.00G.060 And findes it self allowed, e're it desire.
131.00G.061 Love is wise here, keeps home, gives reason sway,
131.00G.062 And journeys not till it finde summer-way.
131.00G.063 A weather-beaten Lover but once known,
131.00G.064 Is sport for every girl to practise on.
131.00G.065 Who strives through womans scorns, women to know,
131.00G.066 Is lost, and seeks his shadow to outgo;
131.00G.067 It is meer sickness after one disdain,
131.00G.068 Though he be call'd aloud, to look again.
131.00G.069 Let others sin, and grieve; one cunning sleight
131.00G.070 Shall freez[sic] my Love to Crystal in a night.
131.00G.071 I can love first, and (if I win) love still;
131.00G.072 And cannot be remov'd, unless she will.
131.00G.073 It is her fault, if I unsure remain,
131.00G.074 She only can untie, I bind again.
131.00G.075 The honesties of love with ease I do,
131.00G.076 But am no porter for a tedious woe.
131.00G.077 But (Madam) I now think on you; and here
131.00G.078 Where we are at our heights, you but appear,
131.00G.079 We are but clouds, you rise from our noon-ray,
131.00G.080 But a foul shadow, not your break of day.
131.00G.081 You are at first hand all that's fair and right;
131.00G.082 And others good reflects but back your light.
131.00G.083 You are a perfectness, so curious hit,
131.00G.084 That youngest flatteries do scandal it;
131.00G.085 For, what is more doth what you are 'restrain.
131.00G.086 And though beyond, is down the hill again,
131.00G.087 We have no next way to you, we cross to it;
131.00G.088 You are the straight line, thing prais'd, attribute,
131.00G.089 Each good in you's a light; so many a shade
131.00G.090 You make, and in them are your motions made.
131.00G.091 These are your pictures to the life. From far
131.00G.092 We see you move, and here your %1Zani%2's are: [CW:So]
131.00G.093 So that no fountain good there is, doth grow [p.185]
131.00G.094 In you, but our dimm actions faintly show:
131.00G.095 Then finde I, if mans noblest part be love,
131.00G.096 Your purest luster must that shadow move.
131.00G.097 The soul with body, is a heaven combin'd
131.00G.098 With earth, and for mans ease, nearer joyn'd.
131.00G.099 Where thoughts the stars of soul we understand,
131.00G.100 We guess not their large natures, but command.
131.00G.101 And love in you, that bounty is of light,
131.00G.102 That gives to all and yet hath infinite.
131.00G.103 Whose heat doth force us thither to intend,
131.00G.104 But soul we finde too earthly to ascend,
131.00G.105 'Till slow access hath made it wholly pure,
131.00G.106 Able immortal clearness to endure.
131.00G.107 Who dare aspire this journey with a stain,
131.00G.108 Hath weight will force him headlong back again.
131.00G.109 No more can impure man retain and move
131.00G.110 In that pure region of a worthy love:
131.00G.111 Then earthly substance can unforc'd aspire,
131.00G.112 And leave his nature to converse with fire:
131.00G.113 Such may have eye, and hand; may sigh, may speak;
131.00G.114 But like swoln Bubbles when they are highest they brake
131.00G.115 Though far remov'd Northern Isles scarce finde
131.00G.116 The Sun's sweet comfort, yet some think him too kind.
131.00G.117 There is an equal distance from her eye,
131.00G.118 Men perish too far off, and burn too nigh.
131.00G.119 But as ayre takes the Sun-beams equal bright
131.00G.120 From the Raies first, to his last opposite:
131.00G.121 So happy man, blest with a vertuous Love,
131.00G.122 Remote or near, or howsoe'r they move; 
131.00G.123 Their vertue breaks all clouds that might annoy,
131.00G.124 There is no Emptiness, but all is Joy.
131.00G.125 He much profanes (whom valiant heats do move)
131.00G.126 To stile his wandring rage of passion, %1Love%2, [CW:Love]
131.00G.127 Love that imports[sic] in every thing delight, [p.186]
131.00G.128 Is fancied by the Soul, not appetite,
131.00G.129 Why love among the vertues is not known,
131.00G.130 Is, that love is them all contract in one.
131.00G.0SSom
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