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.

RESPECT.

I.

HIM whom you see so awful and severe, Is call'd Respect, the Eldest Son of Love; Esteem his Mother is; who every where Is the best Advocate to all the fair, And knows the most obliging Arts to move: Him you must still carress, and by his Grace, You'l conquer all the Beauties of the Place; To gain him 'tis not Words will do, His Rhetorick is the Blush and Bow.

II.

He even requires that you shou'd silent be, And understand no Language but from Eyes, Or Sighs, the soft Complaints on Cruelty; Which soonest move the Heart they wou'd surprize:

They like the Fire in Limbecks gently move,

What words (too hot and fierce) destroy; These by degrees infuse a lasting Love; Whilst those do soon burn out the short blaz'd Joy.

These the all gaining Youth requires, And bears to Ladies Hearts the Lambent Fires; And He that wou'd against despair be proof, Can never keep him Company enough.

Instructed thus, I did my steps direct, Towards the necessary Grave Respect, Whom I soon won to favour my design, To which young LOVE his promis'd aid did joyn.

This wak't Aminta, who with trembling fear, Wonder'd to see a stranger enter'd there; With timorous Eyes the Grove she does survey, Where are my LOVES she crys! all fled away? And left me in this gloomy shade alone? And with a Man! Alas, I am undone.

Then strove to fly; but I all prostrate lay, And grasping fast her Robe, oblig'd her stay; Cease lovely Charming Maid, Oh cease to fear, I faintly cry'd,—There is no Satyr, near; I am of humane Race, whom Beauty Aws, And born an humble Slave to all her Laws; Besides we're not alone within the Grove, Behold Respect, and the young God of LOVE: How can you fear the Man who with these two, In any Shade or hour approaches you? Thus by degrees her Courage took its place; And usual Blushes drest again her Face, Then with a Charming Air, her Hand she gave, She bade me rise, and said she did believe.

And now my Conversation does permit; But oh the entertainment of her Wit, Beyond her Beauty did my Soul surprize, Her Tongue had Charms more pow'rful than her Eyes!

Ah Lysidas, hadst thou a list'ner been To what she said; tho' her thou ne're had'st seen, Without that Sense, thou hadst a Captive been. Guess at my Fate,—but after having spoke, Many indifferent things: Her leave she took.

The Night approach't, and now with Thoughts opprest, I minded neither where, nor when to Rest, When my Conducter LOVE! whom I pursu'd, Led to a Palace call'd Inquietude,