Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

TO AMORET.

FAire, that you may truly know What you unto Thirsis ow, I will tell you how I doe Sacharissa love and you.

Joy salutes me when I set My blest eyes on Amoret, But with wonder I am strook, When I on the other look.

If sweet Amoret complains, I have sense of all her pains; But for Sacharissa, I Doe not only grieve, but die.

All that of my selfe is mine, Lovely Amoret, is thine; Sacharissa's captive fain Would untie his iron chain, And those scorching beams to shun, To thy gentle shadow run; If the soul had free election To dispose of her affection, I should not thus long have born Haughty Sacharissa's scorn, But 'tis sure some power above, Which controuls our will in love,

If not Love, a strong desire To create, and spread that fire In my breast solicits mee, Beauteous Amoret, for thee. 'Tis amazement more then love, Which her radiant eyes doe move;

If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazled sight, To behold their milder light; But as hard 'tis to destroy That high flame as to enjoy, Which how easily I may doe, Heaven (as easily scal'd) does know.

Amoret as sweet and good, As the most delicious food; Which but tasted does impart Life and gladness to the heart; Sacharissa's beautie's wine, Which to madness doth incline; Such a liquor as no braine, That is mortall, can sustaine. Scarse can I to heaven excuse That devotion which I use

Unto that adored Dame, For 'tis not unlike the same, Which I thither ought to send, So that if it could take end, 'Twould to heaven it selfe be due, To succeed her, and not you, Who already have of mee All that's not Idolatry; Which though not so fierce a flame, Is longer like to be the same: Then smile on me, and I will prove, Wonder is shorter liv'd then Love.