A New collection of poems and songs written by several persons ; never printed before.

The IMPERFECT ENJOYMENT.

FRuition was the Question in debate, Which like so hot a Casuist I did state, That she with freedom urg'd as my offence, To teach my Reason to subdue my Sense. But yet this angry Cloud which did proclaim Vollies of Thunder, melted into Rain; And this adulterate Stamp of seeming nice, Made feigned Vertue but a Bawd to Vice. For by a Complement that's seldome known, She thrusts me out, and yet invites me home: And those delays do but advance delight, As Prohibition sharpens Appetite. For the kinde Curtain raised my esteem To wonder at the opening of the Scene,

When of her brests her hands the Guardians were, Yet I salute each sullen Officer, Though like the flaming Sword before mine eyes, They block the passage to my Paradise. Nor could those Tyrant-hands so guard the Coyn, But Love, where't cannot purchase, may purloyn. For though her brests be hid, her lips are prize, To make me rich beyond my avarice; Yet my ambition my affection fed To conquer both the White Rose and the Red. Th'event prov'd true: for on the Bed she sate, And seem'd to covet, what she seem'd to hate: Heat of resistance hath increas'd her fire, And weak defence is turn'd to strong desire. What unkinde influence could interpose, When two such Stars did in Conjunction close? Onely too hastie zeal my hopes did foil; Pressing to feed her Lamp, I spilt my Oil: And, that (which most reproach upon me hurl'd) Was dead to her, gives life to all the world:

Natures chief Prop, and Motions primest Source, In me both lost their figure, and their force. Sad Conquest! when it is the Victors fate To die at th'entrance of the opening gate! Like prudent Corporations, had we laid A Common Stock by, we'd improv'd our Trade: But as a Prodigal Heir, I spent by th' by, What home directed wou'd serve her and I. When next on such assaults I chance to be, Give me less vigour, more activitie: For Love turns impotent when strain'd too high; His very Cordials make him sooner die: Evaporates in Fume the fire too great: Loves Chymistry thrives best in equal heat.