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

To CELIA.

YOu tell me, Celia, you approve, Yet never must return my love▪ An answer that my hope destroys, And in the cradle wounds our joys;

To kill at once what needs must die, None would to birds and beasts deny How can you than s•• crue•• prove, As to preserve, and ••••rture love. That beauty Nature kindly meant For her own pride, and our content; Why should the Tyrant honour make Our greatest torment▪ let us break His yoke, and that base power dis••ain, Which only keeps the good in pain. In Love and War th' Impostor ••o's The best to greatest harms expose. Come then, my Ce••••a, let's no more This Devil for a God adore; Like foo••ish Indians we have been, Whose whole Religion is a sin▪ If we the Laws of Love had kept, And not in d••eams of Hon••ur slept,

He wou'd have surely, long ere this, Have crown'd us with the highest bliss; Our Joy had then been as compleat, As now our Folly has been great: Let's lose no time then, but repent, Love wlecome's best a Penitent.