Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.

SCEN. IV.

Sabina, Camilla.

SABINA.

Sister, your sorrows I must needs condemn, Unless their causes did more warrant them; What would you do, and at what rate lament, Had you my reason for your discontent, And if from what these fatal Arms design, Your losses could be thought as great as mine?

CAMILLA.

Let both our sorrows equally be known,

For we are all too partial to our own; But when compar'd to my distress'd extreams, Your griefs will seem but melancholy dreams: A Husband's danger is your only care, With whom your Brothers never can compare; When to another Family ally'd, From our own kinred we are quite unty'd: Parents with Husbands no dispute admit, To follow these, we those can gladly quit: But love when by a Father's will made good, Is less than marriage, yet not less than blood; And so betwixt them our concern is tost, Our choice suspended, and our wishes lost. But you may find a way amidst your fears, To raise your wishes, and restrain your tears: When if Heav'n still its cruelty intend, I can wish nothing, but all apprehend.

SABINA.

Against each other when such foes are bent, There's small conviction in your argument; For blood as well as marriage is a Knot, We quit our Kinred, but forget them not: Never does Hymen Nature undermine, Who loves her Husband, does not hate her Line. Since neither tye will their pretensions lose, When life's concern'd, one knows not what to chuse, On this side, and on that, by turns we fall, Extremity of sorrow equals all: Whereas a Lover most esteem'd, is still But a dependent on your sovereign will, And a capricious or a jealous hour May make your rigour equal to your power; What fancie can, your reason may perswade, So love no more will Nature's rights invade; For 'tis a crime to pay no more respect To tyes born with us, than those we elect. Thus if Heav'ns angry cloud will farther spread, I nothing have to hope, but all to dread.

But duty offers, (to dry up your Tears) Aim for your wishes, Limits for your fears.

CAMILLA.

Ah! Sister, I perceive your setled Heart Never knew Love, nor felt his venom'd Dart: At first indeed we may the Boy resist, Who once receiv'd, can never be dismiss'd; When Duty to his flame does fuel bring, He grows a Tyrant from a Lawful King; He enters gently, but by force he reigns; And when a heart once wears his golden chains, To cast them off our wills too weak are grown, Because that will no longer is our own: The fetters glitter, but are fetters still—