Poems upon several occasions with a voyage to the island of love : also The lover in fashion, being an account from Lydicus to Lysander of his voyage from the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn ; to which is added a miscellany of new poems and songs, by several hands.

To LOVE.

I.

FOnd Love thy pretty Flatteries cease, That feeble Hope you give; Unless' twoud make my happiness, In vain dear Boy; in vain you strive, It cannot keep my tortur'd Heart alive.

II.

Tho' thou shou'dst give me all the Joys, Luxurious Monarch's do possess, Without Aminta 'tis but empty noise, Dull and insipid happiness; And you in vain invite me to a Feast, Where my Aminta cannot be a Guest.

III.

Ye glorious Trifles, I renounce ye all, Since she no part of all your splendour makes Let the Dull unconcern'd obey your call, Let the gay Fop, who his Pert Courtship takes; For Love, whilst he Profanes your Deity, Be Charm'd and Pleas'd with all your necessary vanity.

IV.

But give me leave, whose Soul's inspir'd, With sacred, but despairing Love. To dye from all your noise retir'd, And Buried lie within this silent Grove. For whilst I Live, my Soul's a prey, To insignificant desires, Whilst thou fond God of Love and Play, With all thy Darts, with all thy useless Fires,

VVith all thy wanton flatteries cannot charm, Nor yet the frozen-hearted Virgin warm.

V.

Others by absence Cure their fire, Me it inrages more with pain; Each thought of my Aminta blows it higher, And distance strengthens my desire; I Faint with wishing, since I wish in vain; Either be gone fond Love, or let me dye, Hopeless desire admits no other remedy.

Here 'twas the height of Cruelty I prov'd, By absence from the sacred Maid I lov'd: And here had dy'd, but that Love found a way, Some Letters from Aminta to convey, Which all the tender marks of pity gave, And hope enough to make me wish to Live.

From Duty, now the lovely Maid is freed, And calls me from my lonely solitude: Whose cruel Memory in a Moments space, The thoughts of coming Pleasures quite deface; With an impatient Lovers hast I flew, To the vast Blessing Love had set in view, But oh I found Aminta in a place, Where never any Lover happy was!