earth.
Weep only o'er my dust, and say: "Here lies
To Love and Fate an equal sacrifice."

THE SILKWORM.

The[51:1] silkworm, to long sleep retir'd,
The early year hath re-inspir'd,
Who now to pay to thee prepares
The tribute of her pleasing cares;
And hastens with industrious toil 5
To make her ornament thy spoil.[51:2]
See with what pains[51:3] she spins for thee
The thread of her own destiny,
Then, (growing proud in death, to know
That all her curious labours thou[51:4] 10
Wilt, as in triumph, deign to wear!)
Retires to her soft sepulchre.

Such, Dearest, is that hapless state
To which I am design'd by Fate,
Who, by thee willingly o'ercome, 15
Work mine own fetters and my tomb.

AMBITION.

I must no longer now admire
The coldness which possess'd
Thy snowy breast,
That can by other flames be set on fire;
Poor Love, to harsh Disdain betray'd, 5
Is by Ambition thus outweigh'd.

Hadst thou but known the vast extent
Of constant faith, how far
'Bove all that are
Born slaves to wealth, or honours' vain ascent;[52:1] 10
No richer treasure couldst thou find
Than hearts with mutual chains combin'd.

But Love is too despis'd a name,
And must not hope to rise
Above these ties. 15
Honours[52:2] and wealth outshine his paler flame!
These unite souls, whilst true desire
Unpitied dies in its own fire.

Yet, cruel fair one, I did aim
With no less justice too, 20
Than those that sue
For other hopes, and thy proud fortunes claim.
Wealth honours, honours wealth, approve;
But Beauty's only meant for Love.

SONG.

When, dearest Beauty, thou shalt pay
Thy faith and my vain hope away
To some dull soul that cannot know
The worth of that thou dost bestow;
Lest[53:1] with my sighs and tears I might 5
Disturb thy unconfin'd delight,
To some dark shade I will retire,
And there, forgot by all, expire.

Thus, whilst the difference thou shalt