all affections sought,
And fairer than thou wouldst be thought,
Or had thine eyes as many darts
As thou believ'st they shoot at hearts,
Yet if thy love were paid to me, 5
I would not offer mine to thee.

I'd sooner court a fever's heat,
Than her that owns a flame as[58:2] great.
She that my love will entertain
Must meet it with no less disdain; 10
For mutual fires themselves destroy,
And willing kisses yield no joy.

I love thee not because alone
Thou canst all beauty call thine own,
Nor doth my passion fuel seek 15
In thy bright eye or softer cheek.
Then, Fairest! if thou wouldst know why:
I love thee 'cause thou canst deny.

THE RELAPSE.[59:1]

O turn away those cruel eyes,
The stars of my undoing!
Or death, in such a bright disguise,
May tempt a second wooing.

Punish their blindly impious[59:2] pride, 5
Who dare contemn thy glory!
It was my fall[59:3] that deified
Thy name, and seal'd thy story.

Yet no new sufferings can prepare
A higher praise to crown thee; 10
Though my first death proclaim thee fair,
My second will unthrone thee.

Lovers will doubt thou canst entice
No other for thy fuel,
And if thou burn one victim twice, 15
Both think thee poor and cruel!

APPENDIX

A SHEAF OF TRANSLATIONS.

THE REVENGE.

[Ronsard.]

Fair rebel to thyself and Time,
Who laugh'st at all my tears,
When thou hast lost thy youthful prime,
And Age his trophy rears,

Weighing thy inconsiderate pride, 5
Thou shalt in vain accuse it:
'Why beauty am I now denied,
Or knew not then to use it?'

Then shall I wish, ungentle Fair,
Thou in like flames may'st burn! 10
Venus, if just, will hear my prayer,
And I shall laugh my turn.

CLAIM TO LOVE.

[Guarini.]

Alas! alas! thou turn'st in vain
Thy beauteous face away,
Which, like young sorcerers, rais'd a pain
Above its power to lay.

Love moves not as thou turn'st thy[60:1] look, 5
But h