download PDF version: 1.15MB - Global Grey

230 POEMS.
But all to pleafe, and fate the curious tafte ?
And fet to work millions of fpinning worms,
That in their green ihops weave the fmooth-hair'd filk
To deck her fons, and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins
She hutcht th' all-worfhipt ore, and precious gems
To (lore her children with : if all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance feed on pulfe,
Drink the clear ftream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' all-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd,
Not half his riches known, and yet defpis'd,
And we fhould ferve him as a grudging mailer,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth,
And live like Nature's baftards, not her fons,
Who would be quite furcharg'd with her own weight,
And ftrangl'd with her wafte fertility,
Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air darkt with
plumes,
The herds would over-multitude their lords,
The fea o'erfraught would fwell, and th' unfought
diamonds
Would fo emblaze the forehead of the deep,
And fo beftud with ftars, that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and come at laft
To gaze upon the fun with fhamelefs brows.
Lift lady, be not coy, and be not cozen'd
With that fame vaunted name virginity.
Beauty is Nature's coin, muft not be hoarded,
But muft be current, and,, the good thereof *
Confifts in mutual and partaken blifs,
Unfavoury in th' enjoyment of itfelf ;