A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons

To CELIA.

ALL things submit themselves to your command, Fair Celia, when it does not Love withstand; The power it borrowed from your eyes alone, All but himself would yield to who has none; Were he not blind, such are the Charmes you have, He'd quit his Godhead to become your Slave. Be proud to act a Mortal Heroes part, And throw himself for Fame on his own Dart; But Fate hath otherwise dispos'd of things, In different Bonds subjecting Slaves, and Kings. That Fate (like you resistless) does ordain That Love alone should over Beauty Reign.

By Harmony the Universe does move; And what is Harmony, but mutual Love? See gentle Brooks, how quietly they glide, Kissing the rugged Banks on either side, Whil'st in their Christal Stream at once they show, And with them feed the Flowers which they bestow; Though prest upon by their too rude embrace, In gentle murmurs they keep on their pace To their Lov'd Sea; for even streams have desires, Cool as they are, they feel Love's pow'rful fires: And with such passion, that if any force Stop or molest 'um in their Am'rous course, They swell with rage, break down, and ravage ore The Banks they kiss'd, the flowers they fed before. Who would resist an Empire so Divine, Which Universal Nature does enjoyn?

Submit then Celia e're you be reduc'd; For Rebels vanquisht once, are vilely us'd. And such are you, when e're you dare obey Another passion, and your Love betray. You are Loves Citadels, by you he reigns, And his proud Empire o're the World maintains; He trusts you with his Stratagems and Arms, His frowns, his smiles, and all his conquering charms. Beauty's no more but the dead Soyl which Love Mannures, and does by wise Commerce improve; Sayling by Sighes through Seas of tears, he sends, Courtship from Forraign hearts: For your own ends Cherish a Trade; for as with Indians we Get Gold and Jewels for our Trumpery, So to each other for their useless Toyes, Lovers assord Inestimable Joyes:

But if youe're fond of Trifles, be, and starve, Your Gugaw Reputation preserve; Live upon Modesty and empty Fame, Forgoing Sense, for a Fantastick Name.