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.

To the Lady E. Boyl.

AH lovely Celimena why Are you so full of charms, That neither Sex can from them flie, Nor take against them arms. Others in time may gain a part, But you at once snatch all the heart.

Dear Tyrant why will you subdue Orinda's trivial heart, Which can no triumph add to you, Not meriting your dart. And sure you will not grant it one, If not for my sake for your own.

For it has been by tenderness Already so much bruis'd, That at your Altars I may guess It will be but refus'd. For never Deity did prize A torn and maimed Sacrifice.

But oh what madness can or dare Dispute this noble chain, Which 'tis a greater thing to wear, Than Empires to obtain. To be your slave I more design, Than to have all the world be mine.

Those glorious Fetters will create A merit fit for them, Repair the breaches made by Fate,

And whom they own redeem. What thus ennobles and thus cures, Can be no influence but yours.

Pardon th' Ambition of my aim, Who love you at that rate, That story cannot boast a flame So lasting and so great. I can be only kind and true, But what else can be worthy you.