A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.

To Celia.

Celia, the faithful servant you disown, Wou'd in obedience keep his love unknown

But bright Idea's such as you inspire, We can no more conceal, than not admire; My heart at home, in my own brest did dwell Like humble Hermit in a peaceful Cell, Unknown, and undisturb'd, it rested there, Stranger alike to hope, and to dispair: But Loves Tumultuous Train do••s now invade The sacred quiet of this hollowed shade, His fatal flame shine out to every eye, Like blazing Comets in a VVinter Sky. Fair and severe like Heav'•••• you injoyn, Commands that seem•• 〈…〉〈…〉 your own design; Forbidding what your 〈…〉〈…〉 us to: Since if from Heavenly power you will allow, That all ••ur faculty 〈…〉〈…〉 ••lain, What ••••re we will, is that the Gods ordain; But they and y••u, ••ights without Limit have. Over y••ur Creatures, and more yours, your sl••ve:

And I am one, born only to admire, To humbl•• 'ere to hope, scar••e to desire, A thing whose ••liss depends upon your will; Who cou••d be proud, you'd deign to use him ill, How can my passion in ••it your offence, That challenges so little recomp••nce▪ Let me but ever love, and ever be The Example of your power and cruelty; Since so much s••orn does in your brest reside, Be more indulgent to its Mother, Pride; Ki•••• all y••u strike, and trample on their Craves, But own the Fates of your neglected slaves: When in the crowd yours undistinguish'd lyes, You give away the Triumph of your Eyes: Permi•• me then to glory in my Chains, My fruitless sighs, and my unpitied pains: Perhaps obtaining this, you'll think I find 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Mercy then your Anger has••d sig••••d,

But Love has carefully contriv'd for me, The last perfection of Misery▪ For to my State those hopes of Common peace, Which Death affords to every Wretch, must cease My worst of Fates attends me in my Grave, Since, dying, I must be no more your Slave.