Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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A LOVE-LETTER.

Sweet Lady,
YOur conqu'ring Eyes have by their Magick Art,
Convey'd such Flames into my Captiv'd Heart,
I cannot rest; Ah therefore, do not prove
Cruel to him whom your Eyes taught to Love;
Nor blame this rude attempt, since what I do,
My ardent Passion do's compell me to;
I wou'd be silent, fearing to offend,
But then my Torments ne'er wou'd have an end.
Yet though in this I may appear too bold,
My Love is pure, and therefore may be told:
Besides, you are so fair, your Vertues such,
That shou'd I strive, I cannot say too much.
So well accomplish'd you're in th' Art of Love,
You've Charms enough t' inflame another Iove.
Let not your coyness therefore blind the light
Of your fair Eyes, which now do shine so bright;
For she that gives occasion to despair,
By all that's good is neither kind nor fair;
Page  117Though outward Beauty soon may charm the Mind,
And make the most obdurate Heart prove kind:
Yet nothing charms an Am'rous Heart so strong,
As the sweet Notes of a fair Female Tongue,
That charms the Soul, and all the Senses move,
And adds new Sweets to the delights of Love.
Love is the noblest Passion of the Mind,
And she that unto it can prove unkind,
Is either simple, destitute of Wit,
Or else her Pride will not acknowledge it.
But that's too black to dwell in your fair Breast,
Nothing but things divine can there have rest.
If therefore wilfull Pride don't taint your Mind,
But as your Face is fair, your Heart is kind.
My Pen shall then maintain your worth and praise,
And from all others I'll possess the Bays:
But if by frowns against me you take Arms,
Your Beauty has no Snares, your Eyes no Charms.
And though a Stranger yet to you I am,
If you prove kind, I'll not conceal my Name;
Till then I rest to see these lines success,
On which depends my future happiness.