But, oh! as tottering down she fell,
What did the fall reveal?
Such limbs description cannot tell;
Such charms were never in the Mall,
Nor smock did e'er conceal.
She shrieked; I turned my ravished eyes
And, burning with desire,
I helped the Queen of Love to rise:
She checked her anger and surprise,
And said, "Rash youth, retire;
"Begone, and boast what you have seen;
It shan't avail you much:
I know you like my form and mien,
Yet since so insolent you've been,
The Parts disclosed you ne'er shall touch."
From Poems. By W[illiam] H[ammond], 1655.
The Forsaken Maid.
GO, fickle man, and teach the moon to change,
The winds to vary, the coy bee to range:
You that despise the conquest of a town
Rendered without resistance of one frown.
Is this of easy faith the recompense?
Is my prone love's too prodigal expense
Rewarded with disdain? did ever dart
Rebound from such a penetrable heart?
Diana, in the service of whose shrine
Myself to single life I will confine,
Revenge thy votaress; for unto thee
The reeling Ocean bends his azure knee.
And since he loves upon rough seas to ride,
Grant such an Adria whose swelling tide
And stormy tongue may his false vessel wrack
And make the cordage of his heart to crack.