ome
Twice welcome by this _post liminium_.
His loss preserv'd him; they that silenc'd wit 35
Are now the authors to eternize it.
Thus poets are in spite of Fate reviv'd,
And plays, by intermission, longer liv'd.

TO THE LADY D[ORMER].[9:1]

Madam! the blushes I betray,
When at your feet I humbly lay
These papers, beg you would excuse
Th' obedience of a bashful Muse,
Who, bowing to your strict command, 5
Trusts her own errors to your hand,
Hasty abortives, which, laid by,
She meant, ere they were born, should die:
But since the soft power of your breath
Hath call'd them back again from death, 10
To your sharp judgement now made known,
She dares for hers no longer own;
The worst she must not: these resign'd
She hath to th' fire; and where you find
Those your kind charity admir'd, 15
She writ but what your eyes inspir'd.

TO MR. W[ILLIAM] HAMMOND.

Thou best of Friendship, Knowledge, and of Art!
The charm of whose lov'd name preserves my heart
From female vanities, (thy name, which there
Till time dissolves the fabric, I must wear!)
Forgive a crime which long my soul oppress'd, 5
And crept by chance in my unwary breast,
So great, as for thy pardon were unfit,
And to forgive were worse than to commit,
But that the fault and pain were so much one,
The very act did expiate what was done. 10
I, who so often sported with the flame,
Play'd with the Boy, and laugh'd at both as tame,
Betray'd by idleness and beauty, fell
At last in love, love both the sin and hell:
No punishment great as my fault esteem'd, 15
But to be that which I so long had seem'd.
Behold me such: a face, a voice, a lute;
The sentence in a minute execute.
I yield, recant; the faith which I before
Deny'd, profess; the power I scorn'd, implore. 20
Alas, in vain! no prayers, no vows can bow
Her stubborn heart, who neither will allow.
But see how strangely what was meant no less
Than torment, prov'd my greatest happiness;
Delay, that should have sharpen'd, starv'd Desire, 25
And Cruelty not fann'd, but quench'd my fire.
Love b