LOVE
Triumphant
over
REASON
.
A
Vision
.
Tho'
gloomy
Thoughts
disturb'd
my
anxious
Breast
,
All
the
long
Night
,
and
drove
away
my
Rest
.
Just
as
the
dawning
Day
began
to
rise
,
A
grateful
Slumber
clos'd
my
waking
Eyes
:
But
active
Fancy
to
strange
Regions
flew
,
And
brought
surprising
Objects
to
my
View
.
Methought
I
walk'd
in
a
delightful
Grove
,
The
soft
Retreat
of
Gods
,
when
Gods
make
Love
.
Each
beauteous
Object
my
charm'd
Soul
amaz'd
,
And
I
on
each
with
equal
Wonder
gaz'd
;
Nor
knew
which
most
delighted
,
all
was
fine
,
The
noble
Product
of
some
Pow'r
Divine
.
But
as
I
travers'd
the
obliging
Shade
,
Which
Myrtle
,
Jessamin
,
and
Roses
made
,
I
saw
a
person
whose
Celestial
Face
At
first
declar'd
her
,
Goddess
of
the
Place
;
But
I
discover'd
,
when
approaching
near
,
An
Aspect
full
of
Beauty
,
but
severe
:
Bold
,
and
Majestic
,
ev'ry
awful
Look
Into
my
Soul
a
secret
Terror
struck
.
Advancing
farther
on
,
she
made
a
stand
,
And
beckon'd
me
,
I
kneeling
,
kiss'd
her
Hand
:
Then
thus
began
—
bright
Deity
!
for
so
You
are
,
no
Mortal
such
Perfections
know
;
I
may
intrude
,
but
how
I
was
convey'd
To
this
strange
place
,
or
by
what
pow'rful
Aid
,
I'm
wholly
ignorant
,
nor
know
I
more
,
Or
where
I
am
,
or
whom
I
do
adore
,
Instruct
me
then
,
that
I
no
longer
may
In
Darkness
serve
the
Goddess
I
obey
.
Youth
,
she
reply'd
,
this
place
belongs
to
one
,
By
whom
you'll
be
,
and
Thousands
are
undone
.
These
pleasant
Walks
,
and
all
these
shady
Bow'rs
Are
in
the
Government
of
dang'rous
Pow'rs
.
Love's
the
capricious
Master
of
this
Coast
,
This
fatal
Labyrinth
where
Fools
are
lost
.
I
dwell
not
here
amidst
these
gaudy
Things
,
Whose
short
Enjoyment
no
true
Pleasure
brings
.
But
have
an
Empire
of
a
nobler
kind
,
My
regal
Seat's
in
the
celestial
Mind
;
Where
with
a
God-like
,
and
a
Peaceful
Hand
I
Rule
,
and
make
those
Happy
,
I
Command
.
For
while
I
Govern
,
all
within's
at
Rest
;
No
Stormy
Passion
Revels
in
the
Breast
:
But
when
my
Pow'r
is
Despicable
grown
,
And
Rebel
Appetites
Usurp
my
Throne
,
The
Soul
no
longer
quiet
Thoughts
enjoys
;
But
all
is
Tumult
,
and
Eternal
Noise
.
Know
Youth
!
I'm
Reason
,
which
you've
oft
despiz'd
,
I
am
that
Reason
,
which
you
never
Priz'd
:
And
tho'
my
Arguments
Successless
prove
,
(
For
Reason
seems
Impertinence
in
Love
.
)
Yet
I'll
not
see
my
Charge
,
(
for
all
Mankind
Are
to
my
Guardianship
by
Heav'n
assign'd
)
Into
the
Grasp
of
any
Ruin
run
,
That
I
can
warn
'em
of
,
and
they
may
shun
.
Fly
Youth
these
Guilty
Shades
,
retreat
in
time
E'er
your
Mistake's
converted
to
a
Crime
;
For
Ignorance
no
longer
can
attone
,
When
once
the
Error
,
and
the
Fault
is
known
.
You
thought
perhaps
,
as
Giddy
Youth
inclines
,
Imprudently
to
value
all
that
Shines
,
In
these
Retirements
freely
to
possess
True
Joy
,
and
strong
substantial
Happiness
.
But
here
Gay
Folly
keeps
her
Court
,
and
here
In
Crowds
her
Tributary
Fops
appear
;
Who
blindly
Lavish
of
their
Golden
Days
,
Consume
them
all
in
her
Fallacious
Ways
.
Pert
Love
with
her
,
by
joint
Commission
Rules
In
this
Capacious
Realm
of
Idle
Fools
;
Who
by
false
Arts
,
and
Popular
Deceits
,
The
Careless
,
Fond
,
Unthinking
Mortal
Cheats
.
'Tis
easy
to
descend
into
the
Snare
,
By
the
pernicious
Conduct
of
the
Fair
;
But
Safely
to
return
from
this
Abode
Requires
the
Wit
,
the
Prudence
of
a
God
;
Tho'
you
,
who
have
not
tasted
that
Delight
,
Which
only
at
a
Distance
charms
your
Sight
;
May
with
a
little
Toil
retreive
your
Heart
,
Which
lost
,
is
subject
to
Eternal
Smart
.
Bright
Delia's
Beauty
,
I
must
needs
confess
.
Is
truly
Great
,
nor
would
I
make
it
less
:
That
were
to
wrong
Her
,
where
she
Merits
most
,
But
Dragons
guard
the
Fruit
,
and
Rocks
the
Coast
.
And
who
would
run
,
that's
moderately
Wise
,
A
Certain
Danger
,
for
a
Doubtful
Prize
?
If
you
miscarry
,
you
are
lost
so
far
,
(
For
there's
no
erring
Twice
in
Love
,
and
War
)
You'll
ne'er
recover
,
but
must
always
Wear
Those
Chains
you'll
find
it
difficult
to
bear
.
Delia
has
Charms
I
own
,
such
Charms
would
move
,
Old
Age
,
and
frozen
Impotence
to
Love
;
But
do
not
Venture
where
such
Danger
lies
,
Avoid
the
Sight
of
those
Victorious
Eyes
,
Whose
pois'nous
Rays
do
to
the
Soul
impart
Delicious
Ruin
,
and
a
pleasing
Smart
.
You
draw
,
Insensibly
,
Destruction
near
,
And
Love
the
Danger
,
which
you
ought
to
fear
.
If
the
light
Pains
,
you
labour
under
Now
Destroy
your
Ease
,
and
make
your
Spirits
Bow
?
You'll
find
'em
much
more
grievous
to
be
born
,
When
heavier
made
by
an
imperious
Scorn
.
Nor
can
you
hope
,
she
will
your
Passion
hear
With
softer
Notions
,
or
a
kinder
Ear
,
Than
those
of
other
Swains
,
who
always
found
,
She
rather
widen'd
,
than
clos'd
up
the
Wound
.
But
grant
she
should
indulge
your
Flame
,
and
give
Whate'er
you'd
ask
,
nay
all
you
can
receive
;
The
short
liv'd
Pleasure
would
so
quickly
cloy
,
Bring
such
a
weak
,
and
such
a
feeble
Joy
,
You'd
have
but
small
Encouragement
to
boast
The
Tinsel
Rapture
worth
the
Pains
it
cost
.
Consider
Strephon
soberly
of
Things
What
strange
Inquietudes
Love
always
brings
,
The
foolish
Fears
,
vain
Hopes
,
and
Jealousies
,
Which
still
attend
upon
this
fond
Disease
:
How
you
must
cringe
and
bow
,
submit
and
whine
,
Call
ev'ry
Feature
,
ev'ry
Look
,
Divine
;
Commend
each
Sentence
with
an
humble
Smile
,
Tho'
Nonsense
,
swear
it
is
a
heavenly
Stile
.
Servilely
rail
at
all
she
disapproves
,
And
as
ignobly
,
flatter
all
she
loves
.
Renounce
your
very
Sense
,
and
silent
sit
,
While
she
puts
off
Impertinence
for
Wit
.
Like
Setting-Dog
new
whip'd
for
springing
Game
,
You
must
be
made
by
due
Correction
tame
But
if
you
can
endure
the
nauseous
Rule
Of
Woman
,
do
,
love
on
,
and
be
a
Fool
.
You
know
the
Danger
,
your
own
Methods
use
,
The
Good
,
or
Evil's
in
your
pow'r
to
chuse
;
But
who'd
expect
a
short
,
and
dubious
Bliss
On
the
declining
of
a
Precipice
:
Where
if
he
slips
,
not
Fate
it
self
can
save
The
falling
Wretch
from
an
untimely
Grave
.
Thou
great
Directress
of
our
Minds
,
said
I
,
We
safely
on
your
Dictates
may
rely
.
And
that
which
you
have
now
so
kindly
prest
Is
true
,
and
without
Contradiction
best
;
But
with
a
steady
Sentence
to
controul
The
Heat
,
and
Vigour
of
a
youthful
Soul
,
While
gay
Temptations
hover
in
our
Sight
,
And
daily
bring
new
Objects
of
Delight
,
Which
on
us
with
surprizing
Beauty
smile
,
Is
difficult
,
but
'tis
a
noble
Toil
.
The
best
may
slip
,
and
the
most
cautious
fall
,
He's
more
than
Mortal
that
ne'er
err'd
at
all
;
And
,
tho'
fair
Delia
has
my
Soul
possest
,
I'll
chace
her
bright
Idea
from
my
Breast
.
At
least
I'll
make
one
Essay
,
if
I
fail
,
And
Delia's
Charms
o'er
Reason
does
prevail
,
I
may
be
sure
from
rigid
Censures
free
,
Love
was
my
Foe
,
and
Love's
a
Deity
.
Then
she
rejoyn'd
,
may
you
successful
prove
,
In
your
Attempt
to
curb
imperious
Love
,
Then
will
proud
Passion
own
her
rightful
Lord
,
You
to
your
self
,
I
to
my
Throne
restor'd
;
But
to
confirm
your
Courage
,
and
inspire
Your
Resolution
with
a
bolder
Fire
,
Follow
me
Youth
!
I'll
show
you
that
shall
move
Your
Soul
to
Curse
the
Tyranny
of
Love
.
Then
she
convey'd
me
to
a
Dismal
Shade
,
Which
Melancholy
Yew
,
and
Cypress
made
;
Where
I
beheld
an
Antiquated
Pile
Of
rugged
Building
in
a
Narrow
Isle
;
The
Water
round
it
gave
a
Nauseous
Smell
,
Like
Vapours
Steeming
from
a
Sulph'rous
Cell
.
The
Ruin'd
Wall
compos'd
of
Stinking
Mud
,
O'ergrown
with
Hemlock
,
on
Supporters
Stood
;
As
did
the
Roof
ungrateful
to
the
View
'Twas
both
an
Hospital
,
and
Bedlam
too
.
Before
the
Entrance
,
mould'ring
Bones
were
Spread
Some
Skeletons
entire
,
some
lately
Dead
,
A
little
Rubbish
loosely
Scatter'd
o'er
Their
Bodies
Uninterr'd
,
lay
round
the
Door
.
No
Fun'ral
Rites
,
to
any
here
,
were
paid
,
But
Dead
like
Dogs
into
the
Dust
convey'd
.
From
Hence
,
by
Reason's
Conduct
,
I
was
brought
Thro'
various
Turnings
to
a
Spacious
Vault
,
Where
,
I
beheld
,
and
'twas
a
Mournful
Sight
,
Vast
Crowds
of
Wretches
,
all
debarr'd
from
Light
,
But
What
a
few
dim
Lamps
expiring
had
,
Which
made
the
Prospect
more
amazing
Sad
;
Some
Wept
,
Some
Rav'd
,
Some
Musically
Mad
.
Some
Swearing
Loud
,
and
Others
Laughing
;
Some
Were
always
Talking
,
Others
always
Dumb
.
Here
One
,
a
Dagger
in
his
Breast
,
expires
,
And
quenches
with
his
Blood
his
Am'rous
Fires
;
There
Hangs
a
Second
,
and
not
far
Remov'd
,
A
Third
lies
poison'd
,
who
false
Celia
Lov'd
.
All
Sorts
of
Madness
,
ev'ry
Kind
of
Death
,
By
which
Unhappy
Mortals
lose
their
Breath
,
Was
there
expos'd
before
my
Wond'ring
Eyes
,
The
sad
Effect
of
Female
Treacheries
.
Others
I
saw
,
which
were
not
quite
bereft
Of
Sense
,
tho'
very
Small
Remains
were
left
,
Cursing
the
fatal
Folly
of
their
Youth
,
For
trusting
to
Perjurious
Woman's
Truth
,
These
on
the
Left
.
Upon
the
Right
a
View
Of
equal
Horror
,
equal
Mis'ry
too
,
Amazing
,
all
employ'd
my
troubled
thought
,
And
with
New
Wonder
,
New
Aversion
brought
.
There
I
beheld
a
Wretched
num'rous
Throng
Of
Pale
Lean
Mortals
,
some
lay
stretch'd
along
On
Beds
of
Straw
,
Disconsolate
and
Poor
,
Others
extended
Naked
on
the
Floor
:
Exil'd
from
Human
Pity
,
here
they
lie
And
know
no
End
of
Mis'ry
till
they
Die
:
But
Death
which
comes
in
Gay
and
Prosp'rous
Days
Too
Soon
;
in
time
of
Misery
Delays
.
These
Dreadful
Spectacles
had
so
much
Pow'r
,
I
Vow'd
,
and
Solemnly
,
to
Love
no
more
:
For
sure
that
Flame
is
Kindled
from
Below
,
Which
breeds
such
Sad
variety
of
Woe
.
Then
we
descending
by
some
few
Degrees
From
this
Stupendous
Scene
of
Miseries
;
Bold
Reason
brought
me
to
another
Cave
Dark
as
the
inmost
Chambers
of
the
Grave
.
Here
Youth
,
she
cry'd
,
in
the
acutest
Pain
Those
Villains
lie
,
who
have
their
Fathers
slain
.
Stab'd
their
own
Brothers
,
nay
their
Friends
,
to
please
Ambitious
,
proud
,
revengeful
Mistresses
;
Who
after
all
their
Services
,
preferr'd
Some
rugged
Fellow
of
the
brawny
Herd
,
Before
these
Wretches
,
who
despairing
dwell
In
Agonies
no
Human
Tongue
can
tell
.
Darkness
prevents
the
too
amazing
Sight
,
And
you
may
bless
the
happy
Want
of
Light
.
But
my
tormented
Ears
were
fill'd
with
Sighs
,
Expiring
Groans
,
and
lamentable
Cries
,
So
very
sad
I
could
endure
no
more
,
Methought
I
felt
the
Miseries
they
bore
.
Then
to
my
Guide
said
I
,
for
pity
now
Conduct
me
back
,
here
I
confirm
my
Vow
;
Which
if
I
dare
infringe
,
be
this
my
Fate
,
To
die
thus
wretched
,
and
repent
too
late
.
The
Charms
of
Beauty
I'll
no
more
pursue
;
Delia
farewel
,
farewel
for
ever
too
.
Then
we
return'd
to
the
delightful
Grove
,
Where
Reason
still
disswaded
me
from
Love
.
You
see
,
she
cry'd
,
what
Misery
attends
On
Love
,
and
where
too
frequently
it
ends
;
And
let
not
that
unweildy
Passion
sway
Your
Soul
,
which
none
but
whining
Fools
obey
.
The
Masculine
,
brave
Spirit
,
scorns
to
own
That
proud
Usurper
of
my
sacred
Throne
;
Nor
with
idolatrous
Devotion
pays
To
the
false
God
,
or
Sacrifice
,
or
Praise
.
The
Syren's
Musick
,
charms
the
Sailor's
Ear
,
But
he
is
ruin'd
if
he
stops
to
hear
;
And
if
you
listen
,
Love's
harmonious
Voice
,
As
much
delights
,
as
certainly
destroys
.
Ambrosia
mix'd
with
Aconite
may
have
A
pleasant
Taste
but
sends
you
to
the
Grave
;
For
tho'
the
Latent
Poison
may
be
still
A
while
,
it
very
seldom
fails
to
kill
.
But
who'd
partake
the
Food
of
Gods
to
die
Within
a
Day
,
or
live
in
Misery
,
Who'd
eat
with
Emperours
,
if
o'er
his
Hea
A
Poniard
hung
,
but
by
a
single
Thread
?
The
Feast
of
Democles
.
Love's
Banquets
are
extravagantly
sweet
,
And
either
kill
,
or
surfeit
all
that
eat
;
Who
,
when
the
sated
Appetite
is
tir'd
,
Even
loath
the
Thoughts
of
what
they
once
admir'd
.
You've
promis'd
Strephon
,
to
forsake
the
Charms
Of
Delia
,
tho'
she
courts
you
to
her
Arms
;
And
sure
I
may
your
Resolution
trust
,
You'll
never
want
Temptation
,
but
be
just
:
Vows
of
this
Nature
,
Youth
,
must
not
be
broke
,
You're
always
bound
,
tho'
'tis
a
gentle
Yoke
,
Would
Men
be
Wise
,
and
my
Advice
pursue
;
Love's
Conquest
would
be
small
,
his
Triumphs
few
.
For
Nothing
can
oppose
his
Tyranny
,
With
such
a
Prospect
of
Success
as
I
:
Me
he
detests
,
and
from
my
Presence
flies
,
Who
know
his
Arts
,
and
Stratagems
despise
;
By
which
he
cancels
mighty
Wisdom's
Rules
To
make
himself
the
Deity
of
Fools
:
Him
dully
they
Adore
,
him
blindly
Serve
,
Some
while
they're
Sots
,
and
other
while
they
Starve
.
For
those
,
who
under
his
Wild
Conduct
go
,
Either
come
Coxcombs
,
or
he
makes
'em
so
.
His
Charms
deprive
,
by
their
strange
Influence
,
The
Brave
of
Courage
,
and
the
Wise
of
Sense
;
In
Vain
Philosophy
would
set
the
Mind
At
Liberty
,
if
once
by
him
Confin'd
;
The
Scholar's
Learning
,
and
the
Poet's
Wit
A
while
may
Struggle
,
but
at
last
Submit
:
Well
weigh'd
Results
,
and
Wise
Conclusions
seem
But
empty
Chat
,
Impertinence
to
him
,
His
Opiates
seize
so
strongly
on
the
Brain
,
They
make
all
Prudent
Application
Vain
.
If
therefore
you
resolve
to
Live
at
Ease
,
To
taste
the
Sweetness
of
Internal
Peace
:
Would
not
for
Safety
to
a
Battle
fly
,
Or
chuse
a
Shipwreck
,
if
afraid
to
Die
,
Far
from
these
pleasurable
Shades
remove
,
And
leave
the
Fond
Inglorious
Toil
of
Love
This
said
,
She
Vanish'd
,
and
Methought
I
found
My
self
Transported
to
a
Rising
Ground
,
From
whence
I
did
a
pleasant
Vale
Survey
;
Large
was
the
Prospect
,
Beautiful
,
and
Gay
.
There
I
beheld
th'
Apartments
of
Delight
,
Whose
curious
Forms
oblig'd
the
Wond'ring
Sight
.
Some
in
full
View
upon
the
Champian
plac'd
,
With
lofty
Walls
,
and
cooling
Streams
embrac'd
:
Others
,
in
Shady
Groves
,
retir'd
from
Noise
,
The
Seats
of
Private
and
Exalted
Joys
.
At
a
great
Distance
I
perceiv'd
there
stood
A
Stately
Building
in
a
Spacious
Wood
,
Whose
Gilded
Turrets
rais'd
their
beauteous
Heads
,
High
in
the
Air
to
View
the
Neighb'ring
Meads
,
Where
Vulgar
Lovers
spent
their
Happy
Days
In
Rustick
Dancing
and
delightful
Plays
.
But
while
I
gaz'd
with
Admiration
round
,
I
heard
from
far
,
Celestial
Musick
sound
,
So
Soft
,
so
Moving
;
so
Harmonious
all
,
The
Artful
Charming
Notes
did
rise
and
fall
,
My
Soul
,
transported
with
the
Grateful
Airs
,
Shook
off
,
the
Pressures
of
its
former
Fears
.
I
felt
afresh
the
little
God
begin
To
stir
himself
,
and
gently
move
within
:
Then
I
repented
I
had
vow'd
no
more
To
Love
,
or
Delia's
Beauteous
Eyes
adore
:
Why
am
I
now
condemn'd
to
Banishment
,
And
made
an
Exile
by
my
Own
Consent
.
I
sighing
cry'd
;
why
should
I
live
in
Pain
Those
fleeting
Hours
,
which
ne'er
return
again
?
O
Delia
!
what
can
wretched
Strephon
do
?
Inhuman
to
himself
,
and
false
to
you
.
'Tis
true
,
I've
promis'd
Reason
to
remove
From
these
Retreats
,
and
quit
bright
Delia's
Love
:
But
is
not
Reason
partially
unkind
?
Are
all
her
Votaries
like
me
confin'd
?
Must
none
,
that
under
her
Dominion
live
,
To
Love
,
and
Beauty
,
Veneration
give
?
Why
then
did
Nature
youthful
Delia
grace
With
a
majestick
Mien
,
and
charming
Face
?
Why
did
she
give
her
that
surprizing
Air
,
Make
her
so
gay
,
so
witty
,
and
so
fair
?
Mistress
of
all
,
that
can
Affection
move
;
If
Reason
will
not
suffer
us
to
Love
?
But
since
it
must
be
so
,
I'll
haste
away
,
'Tis
Fatal
to
return
,
and
Death
to
stay
.
From
you
,
blest
Shades
,
(
if
I
may
call
you
so
Inculpable
)
with
mighty
Pain
I
go
.
Compell'd
from
hence
,
I
leave
my
Quiet
here
I
may
find
Safety
,
but
I
buy
it
dear
.
Then
turning
round
,
I
saw
a
beauteous
Boy
,
Such
as
of
old
were
Messengers
of
Joy
:
Who
art
thou
,
or
from
whence
?
if
sent
,
said
I
,
To
me
,
my
Haste
requires
a
quick
Reply
.
I
come
,
he
cry'd
,
from
yon
Celestial
Grove
,
Where
stands
the
Temple
of
the
God
of
Love
:
With
whose
important
Favour
you
are
grac'd
,
And
,
justly
in
his
high
Protection
plac'd
.
Be
grateful
,
Strephon
,
and
obey
that
God
,
Whose
Scepter
ne'er
is
chang'd
into
a
Rod
,
That
God
to
whom
the
haughty
,
and
the
proud
,
The
bold
,
the
bravest
,
nay
the
best
have
bow'd
:
That
God
,
whom
all
the
lesser
Gods
adore
;
First
in
Existence
,
and
the
first
in
Pow'r
.
From
him
I
come
on
Embassy
divine
,
To
tell
thee
,
Delia
,
Delia
may
be
thine
.
To
whom
all
Beauties
rightful
Tribute
pay
,
Delia
the
young
,
the
lovely
,
and
the
gay
.
If
you
dare
push
your
Fortune
,
if
you
dare
But
be
resolv'd
,
and
press
the
yielding
Fair
.
Success
,
and
Glory
will
your
Labours
crown
;
For
Fate
does
rarely
on
the
Valiant
frown
.
But
were
you
sure
to
be
unkindly
us'd
,
Coldly
receiv'd
,
and
scornfully
refus'd
;
He
greater
Glory
,
and
more
Fame
obtains
,
Who
looses
Delia
,
than
who
Phillis
gains
.
But
to
prevent
all
Fears
that
may
arise
,
(
Tho'
Fears
ne'er
move
the
Daring
and
the
Wise
)
In
the
dark
Volumes
of
eternal
Doom
,
Where
all
things
past
,
and
present
,
and
to
come
Are
writ
,
I
saw
these
Words
;
—
It
is
Decreed
That
Strephon's
Love
to
Delia
shall
Succeed
.
What
would
you
more
?
while
Youth
and
Vigour
last
,
Love
,
and
be
happy
,
they
decline
too
fast
:
In
Youth
alone
you're
capable
to
prove
The
mighty
Transports
of
a
gen'rous
Love
.
For
dull
Old
Age
with
fumbling
Labour
cloys
Before
the
Bliss
,
or
gives
but
wither'd
Joys
;
Youth's
the
best
time
for
Action
Mortals
have
,
That
Past
,
they
touch
the
Confines
of
the
Grave
.
Now
if
you
hope
to
lie
in
Delia's
Arms
,
To
Die
in
Raptures
,
and
Dissolve
in
Charms
,
Quick
to
the
Blissful
happy
Mansion
fly
,
Where
all
is
one
continu'd
Extacy
.
Delia
Impatiently
expects
you
there
,
And
sure
you
will
not
disappoint
the
Fair
.
None
but
the
Impotent
,
or
Old
,
would
stay
,
When
Love
Invites
,
and
Beauty
calls
away
.
O
,
you
convey
,
said
I
,
dear
charming
Boy
:
Into
my
Soul
a
Strange
Disorder'd
Joy
.
I
would
,
but
dare
not
your
Advice
pursue
;
I've
promis'd
Reason
,
and
I
must
be
true
:
Reason's
the
Rightful
Empress
of
the
Soul
,
Does
all
Exorbitant
Desires
controul
;
Checks
ev'ry
Wild
Excursion
of
the
Mind
,
By
her
Wise
Dictates
,
Happily
confin'd
.
And
he
that
will
not
her
Command
Obey
,
Leaves
a
safe
Convoy
in
a
Dang'rous
Sea
.
True
,
I
Love
Delia
to
a
vast
Excess
,
But
I
must
try
to
make
my
Passion
Less
:
Try
,
if
I
can
,
if
Possible
,
I
Will
;
For
I
have
Vow'd
,
and
must
that
Vow
fulfil
.
O
!
had
I
not
,
with
what
a
Vig'rous
Flight
Could
I
pursue
the
Quarries
of
Delight
?
How
could
I
press
Fair
Delia
in
these
Arms
,
Till
I
dissolv'd
in
Love
,
and
she
in
Charms
.
But
now
no
more
must
I
her
Beauties
View
,
Yet
Tremble
at
the
Thoughts
to
leave
her
too
.
What
would
I
give
,
I
might
my
Flame
allow
?
But
'tis
forbid
by
Reason
,
and
a
Vow
;
Two
mighty
Obstacles
;
tho'
Love
of
Old
Has
broke
thro'
greater
,
stronger
Powers
controul'd
,
Should
I
offend
,
by
high
Example
taught
,
'Twould
not
be
an
inexpiable
Fault
.
The
Crimes
of
Malice
have
found
Grace
above
,
And
sure
kind
Heaven
will
spare
the
Crimes
of
Love
,
Could'st
thou
,
my
Angel
,
but
instruct
me
how
I
might
be
Happy
,
and
not
break
my
Vow
,
Or
by
some
Subtil
Art
dissolve
the
Chain
;
You'd
soon
revive
my
dying
Hopes
again
.
Reason
and
Love
,
I
know
,
could
ne'er
Agree
,
Both
would
command
,
and
both
Superior
be
.
Reason's
supported
by
the
Sinewy
Force
Of
Solid
Argument
,
and
Wise
Discourse
;
But
Love
pretends
to
use
no
other
Arms
Than
Soft
Impressions
,
and
Perswasive
Charms
.
One
must
be
Disobey'd
,
and
shall
I
prove
A
Rebel
to
my
Reason
or
to
Love
?
But
then
suppose
I
should
my
Flame
pursue
,
Delia
may
be
Unkind
,
and
Faithless
too
;
Reject
my
Passion
with
a
Proud
Disdain
,
And
Scorn
the
Love
of
such
an
Humble
Swain
Then
should
I
labour
under
Mighty
Grief
,
Beyond
all
Hopes
,
or
Prospect
of
Relief
:
So
that
methinks
'tis
safer
to
obey
Right
Reason
,
tho'
she
bears
a
rugged
Sway
,
Than
Love's
soft
Rule
,
whose
Subjects
undergo
Early
or
late
too
sad
a
share
of
Woe
,
Can
I
so
soon
forget
that
wretched
Crew
,
Reason
just
now
expos'd
before
my
View
;
If
Delia
should
be
cruel
,
I
must
be
A
sad
Partaker
of
their
Misery
:
But
your
Encouragements
so
strongly
move
,
I'm
almost
tempted
to
pursue
my
Love
:
For
sure
,
no
treacherous
Designs
should
dwell
In
one
that
argues
,
and
perswades
so
well
,
For
what
could
Love
by
my
Destruction
gain
?
Love's
an
immortal
God
,
and
I
a
Swain
:
And
sure
I
may
,
without
Suspicion
,
trust
A
God
,
for
Gods
can
never
be
unjust
.
Right
you
conclude
,
reply'd
the
smiling
Boy
Love
ruins
none
,
'tis
Men
themselves
destroy
;
And
those
vile
Wretches
,
which
you
lately
saw
,
Transgress'd
his
Rules
,
as
well
as
Reason's
Law
.
They're
not
Love's
Subjects
,
but
the
Slaves
of
Lust
,
Nor
is
their
Punishment
so
great
,
as
just
.
For
Love
and
Lust
essentially
divide
,
Like
Day
and
Night
,
Humility
and
Pride
;
One
Darkness
hides
,
t'other
does
always
shine
,
This
of
infernal
Make
,
and
that
divine
.
Reason
no
gen'rous
Passion
does
oppose
;
'Tis
Lust
,
(
not
Love
)
and
Reason
,
that
are
Foes
.
She
bids
you
scorn
a
base
inglorious
Flame
,
Black
as
the
gloomy
Shade
,
from
whence
it
came
,
In
this
,
her
Precepts
should
Obedience
find
,
But
yours
is
not
of
that
ignoble
kind
.
You
Err
,
in
thinking
she
would
disapprove
The
brave
Pursuit
of
honourable
Love
,
And
therefore
judge
what's
harmless
,
an
Offence
,
Invert
her
Meaning
,
and
mistake
her
Sense
.
She
could
not
such
insipid
Counsel
give
,
As
not
to
love
at
all
,
'tis
not
to
live
,
But
where
bright
Virtue
,
and
true
Beauty
lies
,
And
that
in
Delia
,
charming
Delia's
Eyes
.
Could
you
,
contented
,
see
th'
Angelic
Maid
In
old
Alexis'
dull
Embraces
laid
?
Or
Rough-hewn
Tityrus
possess
those
Charms
,
Which
are
in
Heaven
,
the
Heaven
of
Delia's
Arms
?
Consider
,
Youth
,
what
Transports
you
forego
,
The
most
intire
Felicity
below
;
Which
is
by
Fate
alone
reserv'd
for
you
;
Monarchs
have
been
deny'd
,
for
Monarchs
sue
.
I
own
'tis
difficult
to
gain
the
Prize
,
Or
'twould
be
cheap
,
and
low
in
noble
Eyes
;
But
there
is
one
soft
Minute
,
when
the
Mind
Is
left
unguarded
,
waiting
to
be
kind
,
Which
the
wise
Lover
understanding
right
,
Steals
in
like
Day
upon
the
Wings
of
Light
.
You
urge
your
Vow
,
but
can
those
Vows
prevail
Whose
first
Foundation
,
and
whose
Reason
fail
?
You
vow'd
to
leave
fair
Delia
,
but
you
thought
Your
Passion
was
a
Crime
,
your
Flame
a
Fault
;
But
since
your
Judgment
err'd
,
it
has
no
Force
To
bind
at
all
,
but
is
dissolv'd
of
Course
.
And
therefore
hesitate
no
longer
here
,
But
banish
all
the
dull
Remains
of
Fear
.
Dare
you
be
happy
Youth
,
but
dare
,
and
be
;
I'll
be
your
Convoy
to
the
charming
she
.
What
still
irresolute
?
Debating
still
?
View
her
,
and
then
forsake
her
if
you
will
.
I'll
go
,
said
I
,
once
more
I'll
venture
all
,
'Tis
brave
to
perish
by
a
noble
Fall
.
Beauty
no
Mortal
can
resist
,
and
Jove
Laid
by
his
Grandeur
,
to
indulge
his
Love
.
Reason
,
if
I
do
Err
,
my
Crime
forgive
?
Angels
alone
,
without
offending
live
,
I
go
astray
,
but
as
the
Wise
have
done
,
And
act
a
Folly
,
which
they
did
not
shun
.
Then
we
,
descending
to
a
spacious
Plain
,
Were
soon
saluted
by
a
num'rous
Train
Of
happy
Lovers
,
who
consum'd
their
Hours
,
With
constant
Jollity
,
in
shady
Bow'rs
.
There
I
beheld
the
blest
Variety
Of
Joy
,
from
all
corroding
Troubles
free
;
Each
follow'd
his
own
Fancy
to
Delight
;
Tho'
all
went
diff'rent
Ways
,
yet
all
went
right
,
None
err'd
,
or
miss'd
the
Happiness
he
sought
Love
to
one
Center
every
Twining
brought
.
We
past
thro'
num'rous
pleasant
Fields
,
and
Glades
,
By
murm'ring
Fountains
,
and
by
peaceful
Shades
,
Till
we
approach'd
the
Confines
of
the
Wood
,
Where
mighty
Love's
immortal
Temple
stood
,
Round
the
Celestial
Fane
in
goodly
Rows
,
And
beauteous
Order
,
am'rous
Myrtle
grows
,
Beneath
whose
Shade
,
expecting
Lovers
wait
For
the
kind
Minute
of
indulgent
Fate
:
Each
had
his
Guardian
Cupid
,
whose
chief
Care
,
By
secret
Motions
was
to
warm
the
Fair
,
To
kindle
eager
Longings
for
the
Joy
,
To
move
the
Slow
,
and
to
incline
the
Coy
.
The
glorious
Fabrick
charm'd
my
wond'ring
Sight
,
Of
vast
Extent
,
and
of
prodigious
Height
;
The
Case
was
Marble
,
but
the
polish'd
Stone
With
such
an
admirable
Lustre
shone
,
As
if
some
Architect
Divine
had
strove
T'
out-do
the
Palace
of
Imperial
Jove
.
The
pond'rous
Gates
of
Massy
Gold
were
made
With
Diamonds
of
a
mighty
Size
inlaid
.
Here
stood
the
winged
Guards
in
order
plac'd
,
With
shining
Darts
,
and
golden
Quivers
grac'd
:
As
we
approach'd
,
they
clap'd
their
joyful
Wings
;
And
cry'd
aloud
,
tune
,
tune
the
warbling
Strings
;
The
grateful
Youth
is
come
to
sacrifice
At
Delia's
Altar
,
to
bright
Delia's
Eyes
:
With
Harmony
Divine
his
Soul
inspire
,
That
he
may
boldly
touch
the
sacred
Fire
.
Hnd
ye
,
that
wait
upon
the
blushing
Fair
,
Celestial
Incense
and
Perfumes
prepare
;
While
our
great
God
her
panting
Bosom
warms
,
Refines
her
Beauties
and
improves
her
Charms
.
Ent'ring
the
spacious
Dome
,
my
ravish'd
Eyes
A
wond'rous
Scene
of
Glory
did
surprize
.
The
Riches
,
Symmetry
,
and
Brightness
,
all
Did
equally
for
Admiration
call
:
But
the
Description
is
a
Labour
fit
For
none
beneath
a
Laureat
Angel's
Wit
.
Amidst
the
Temple
was
an
Altar
made
Of
solid
Gold
,
where
Adoration's
paid
.
Here
I
perform'd
the
usual
Rites
with
Fear
,
Not
daring
boldly
to
approach
too
near
;
Till
from
the
God
a
smiling
Cupid
came
And
bid
me
touch
the
consecrated
Flame
;
Which
done
,
my
Guide
my
eager
Steps
convey'd
To
the
Apartment
of
the
beauteous
Maid
.
Before
the
Entrance
was
her
Altar
rais'd
,
On
Pedestals
of
polish'd
Marble
plac'd
.
By
it
,
her
Guardian
Cupid
always
stands
,
Who
Troops
of
missionary
Loves
commands
.
To
him
with
soft
Addresses
all
repair
;
Each
for
his
Captive
humbly
begs
the
Fair
;
Tho'
still
in
vain
they
importun'd
,
for
he
Would
give
Encouragement
to
none
,
but
me
.
There
stands
the
Youth
,
he
cry'd
,
must
taste
the
Bliss
,
The
lovely
Delia
can
be
none
,
but
his
,
Fate
has
selected
him
,
and
mighty
Love
Confirms
below
,
what
that
decrees
above
.
Then
press
no
more
,
there's
not
another
Swain
On
Earth
,
but
Strephon
can
bright
Delia
gain
.
Kneel
Youth
,
and
with
a
grateful
Mind
renew
Your
Vows
,
swear
you'll
eternally
be
true
:
But
if
you
dare
be
false
,
dare
perjur'd
prove
,
You'll
find
in
sure
Revenge
,
affronted
Love
,
As
hot
,
as
fierce
,
as
terrible
as
Jove
.
Hear
me
,
ye
Gods
,
said
I
,
now
hear
me
swear
By
all
that's
sacred
,
and
by
all
that's
fair
!
If
I
prove
false
to
Delia
,
let
me
fall
The
common
Obloquy
,
condemn'd
by
all
.
Let
me
the
utmost
of
your
Vengeance
try
,
Forc'd
to
live
wretched
,
and
unpity'd
die
.
Then
he
expos'd
the
lovely
,
sleeping
Maid
Upon
a
Couch
of
New-blown
Roses
laid
.
The
blushing
Colour
in
her
Cheeks
exprest
,
What
tender
Thoughts
inspir'd
her
heaving
Breast
.
Sometimes
a
Sigh
half
smother'd
stole
away
,
Then
she
would
Strephon
,
charming
Strephon
say
.
Sometimes
she
smiling
cry'd
,
you
love
,
'tis
true
;
But
will
you
always
,
and
be
faithful
too
?
Ten
Thousand
Graces
play'd
about
her
Face
,
Ten
Thousand
Charms
attended
ev'ry
Grace
Each
admirable
Feature
did
impart
A
secret
Rapture
to
my
throbbing
Heart
.
The
Nymph
Danäe
.
imprison'd
in
the
brazen
Tower
,
When
Jove
descended
in
a
Golden
Shower
,
Less
beautiful
appear'd
,
and
yet
her
Eyes
Brought
down
that
God
from
the
neglected
Skies
.
So
moving
,
so
transporting
was
the
Sight
,
So
much
a
Goddess
Delia
seem'd
,
so
bright
,
My
ravish'd
Soul
with
secret
Wonder
fraught
,
Lay
all
dissolv'd
in
Extacy
of
Thought
.
Long
time
I
gaz'd
,
but
as
I
trembling
drew
Nearer
,
to
take
a
more
obliging
View
:
It
thunder'd
loud
,
and
the
ungrateful
Noise
Wak'd
me
,
and
put
an
end
to
all
my
Joys
.