Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.

In Answer Of Sir John Suckling's Verses.

STay here, fond Youth, and ask no more, be wie▪
Knowing too much, long since lost Paradise.
And by your knowledge we should be bereft
Of all that Paradise which yet is left.
The vertuous joys thou hast, thou wouldst, shoul still
Last in their pride, and wouldst not take it ill
If rudely from sweet dreams, and for a toy
Thou awak't, he wakes himself that does enjoy.
How can the joy or hope which you allow
Be stiled vertuous, and the end not so▪
Page  147 Talk in your sleep, and shadows still admire
'Tis true, He wakes that feels this real fire,
But to sleep better; for who e're drinks deep
Of this Nepenthe, rocks himself asleep.
Fruition adds no new wealth, but destroys,
And while it pleaseth much, yet still it cloys:
Who thinks he should be happier made for that
〈◊〉 reasonably might hope he might grow fat
By eating to a Surfeit, this once past,
What relishes? even kisses lose their taste.
••essings may be repeated, while they cloy,
But shall we starve, cause Surfeitings destroy?
And if fruition did the tase impair
Of Kisses, why should yonder happy pair,
Whose joys, just Himen warrants all the night,
onsume the day too in this less delight?
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Urge not 'tis necessary; alas! we know
The homeliest thing that Mankind does, is so.
The world is of a large extent we see,
And must be peopled, Children there must be,
So must Bread too; but since there are enough
Born to that drudgery. what need we plough?
I need not plough, since what the stooping Hinde
Gets of my pregnant Land, must all be mine:
But in this nobler Tillage 'tis not so;
For when Anchises did fair Venus know,
What interest had poor Vulcan in the Boy,
Famous Aeneas, or the present joy?
Women enjoy'd, what e'retofore they have been,
Are like Romances read, or Scenes once seen:
Fruition dulls, or spoils the Play much more
Than if one read, or knew the Plot before.
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Plays and Romances read, and seen, do fall
In our opinions, yet not seen at all
Whom would they please? to an Heroick tale,
Would you not ••sten, lest it should grow stale?
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear,
••aven were not Heaven, it we knew what it were.
If 'twere not Heaven, if we knew what it were,
would not be Heaven to those that now are there.
As in Prospects we are there pleased most,
Where something keeps the eye from being lost,
And leaves us room to guess; so here restraint,
••lds up delight, that with excess would faint.
〈◊〉 preserves the pleasure we have got▪ 〈…〉
Page  150 In goodly prospects who contracts the space,
Or takes not all the bounty of the place?
We wish remov'd what standeth in our light
And nature blame for limiting our sight,
Where you stand wisely winking that the view
Of the fair prospect may be always new.
They who know all the wealth they have are po••
He's only rich that cannot tell his store.
Not he that knows the wealth he has, is poor,
But he that dares not touch, nor use his store.