Mrs. Anne Killigrew

I cannot Mourn thy Fate, Sweet Mayd, but JoyThat Thou art gone from all this Worlds Annoy,From th' hurry of this cursed Age, that drawsHeav'ns Vengeance down by th' breach of all the Laws.Of GOD, & Man: ther's nothing here but NoiseAnd Interruption of True Peacefull Joyes.That which they Pleasure call is Sport for ApesWhich turns the Phansie to a thousand ShapesAnd Wrests the Mind from that Celestial SphearTo which Its Nature ever would adhereThat by a Constant RevolutionIts Rest & Motion ever might be ONEThat which my Mind hath ever Sought, thy MindTho Compast with these walls of Clay did Find:Pure Quintessential Love, Aethereal Flame,Which Always shines, & Alwayes is the Same:Here's no faint trembling Flame: all Bright appears'Tis ne're blown out with Sighs, nor quencht with tears.Thy Soul Enflames my Love: the UnitieI had with Her, who was Allie'd to TheeIs Now made Perfect: Our Souls Mutual FlameTho Higher in Degree in Nature's still the same.Her, Thee, & All the Glorious Souls Above

I Now Enioy, whilst in You All I LoveThe Boundless Spring of Joy to Ev'ry MindThat knowes what's Truly Fair & Knowes what's Truly Kind.How have I Labour'd to Depress the PrideOf one [Dr. Parker] that strives Illustrious Truth to HideIn the Thick Bushes of Learn'd Sophistrie,Which he that Enters hardly sees the Skie?Truth that thy Splendid Soul did clearly seeAnd of it made a plain Discoverie.And having Conquer'd Fate, Thou leavst those ArmsBy which Mankind may Conquer All their HarmsAnd make them Serve their Noble Purposes.All Good to Gain, All Evil to Repress.How Bravely did thy Melibaeus shewThe Madness of that Love most men pursueAnd how Youth may their strongest Lusts subdue!O Happy Mayd, who didst so soon EspieIn This Dark Life, that All is Vanitie!May thy Bright Love, All Youthfull Minds Inspire,And like the SUN, put out all other Fire;May all the Virtuous Celebrate thy Name;All Poets Hearts Partake of thy Great FlameThat all their Ardors & their Flights may beThe Flames that Fly up to the Deitie;That DAVID's Muse they all may Imitate,Sing Virtues Triumphs ore the Power of Fate:That all their Works Resembling Hea'vn may proveThe Blest Effects of Glory, Power, & Love.