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Love is our Reasons Paradox which still	A
Against the judgment doth maintain the Will	A
And governs by such arbitrary laws	B
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause	C
We have no brave revenge but to forgo	D
Our full desires and starve the Tyrant so	D
They whom the rising blood tempts not to taste	E
Preserve a stock of Love can never waste	E
When easie people who their wish enjoy	F
Like Prodigalls at once their wealth destroy	F
Adam till now had stayd in Paradise	G
Had his desires been bounded by his eyes	H
When he did more then look that made th' offence	H
And forfeited his state of innocence	H
Fruition therefore is the bane t'undoe	E
Both our affection and the subject too	E
'Tis Love into worse language to translate	E
And make it into Lust degenerate	E
'Tis to De throne and thrust it from the heart	E
To seat it grossely in the sensual part	E
Seek for the Starre that's shot upon the ground	E
And nought but a dimme gelly there is found	E
Thus foul and dark our female starres appear	I
If fall'n or loosned once from Vertues Sphear	I
Glow worms shine onely look't on and let ly	J
But handled crawl into deformity	E
So beauty is no longer fair and bright	E
Then whil'st unstained by the appetite	E
And then it withers like a blasted flowre	I
Some poys'nous worm or spider hath crept ore	I
Pigmaleon's dotage on the carved stone	K
Shews Amorists their strong illusion	L
Whil'st he to gaze and court it was content	E
He serv'd as Priest at beauties Monument	E
But when by looser fires t'embraces led	E
It prov'd a cold hard Statue in his bed	E
Irregular affects like mad mens dreams	H
Presented by false lights and broken beams	H
So long content us as no neer address	H
Shews the weak sense our painted happiness	H
But when those pleasing shaddowes us forsake	M
Or of the substance we a trial make	M
Like him deluded by the fancies mock	N
We ship wrack 'gainst an Alabaster rock	N
What though thy Mistress far from Marble be	E
Her softness will transform and harden thee	E
Lust is a Snake and Guilt the Gorgons head	E
Which Conscience turns to Stone Joyes to Lead	E
Turtles themselves will blush if put to name	O
The Act whereby they quench their am'rous flame	O
Who then that's wise or vertuous would not feare	I
To catch at pleasures which forbidden were	I
When those which we count lawful cannot be	E
Requir'd without some loss of modestie	E
Ev'n in the Marriage Bed where soft delights	H
Are customary and authoriz'd Rites	H
What are those tributes to the wanton fense	H
But toleration of Incontinence	H
For properly you cannot call that Love	P
Which does not from the Soul but Humour move	Q
Thus they who worship't Pan or Isis Shrine	R
By the fair Front judg'd all within Divine	R
Though entring found 'twas but a Goat or Cow	S
To which before their ignorance did bow	S
Such Temples and such Goddesses are these	H
Which foolish Lovers and admirers please	H
Who if they chance within the Shrine to prie	I
Find that a beast they thought a Deity	E
Nor makes it onely our opinion less	H
Of what we lik't before and now possess	H
But robbs the Fuel and corrupts the Spice	H
Which sweetens and inflames Loves sacrifice	H
After Fruition once what is Desire	I
But ashes kept warm by a dying fire	I
This is if any the Philosophers Stone	K
Which still miscarries at Projection	L
For when the Heat ad Octo intermits	H
It poorly takes us like Third Ague fits	H
Or must on Embers as dull Druggs infuse	H
Which we for Med'cine not for Pleasure use	H
Since Lovers joyes then leave so sick a taste	E
And soon as relish'd by the Sense are past	E
They are but Riddles sure lost if possest	E
And therefore onely in Reversion best	E
For bate them Expectation and Delay	T
You take the most delightful Scenes away	T
These two such rule within the fancie keep	U
As banquets apprehended in our sleep	U
After which pleasing trance next morn we wake	M
Empty and angry at the nights mistake	M
Give me long Dreams and Visions of content	E
Rather then pleasures in a minute spent	E
And since I know before the shedding Rose	H
In that same instant doth her sweetness lose	H
Upon the Virgin stock still let her dwell	V
For me to feast my longings with her smell	V
Those are but counterfeits of joy at best	E
Which languish soon as brought unto the test	E
Nor can I hold it worth his pains who tries	H
To Inne that Harvest which by reaping dies	H
Resolve me now what spirit hath delight	E
If by full feed you kill the appetite	E
That stomack healthy'st is that nere was cloy'd	E
Why not that Love the best then nere enjoy'd	E
Since nat'rally the blood when tam'd or sated	E
Will cool so fast it leaves the object hated	E
Pleasures like wonders quickly lose their price	H
When Reason or Experience makes us wise	H
To close my argument then I dare say	T
And without Paradox as well we may	T
Enjoy our Love and yet preserve Desire	I
As warm our hands by putting out the fire	I

Henry King

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