Page:Works of Sir John Suckling.djvu/258

238 Iph. What have I got by changing place,

But as a wretch which ventures to the wars,

Seeking the misery with pain abroad,

He found, but wisely thought h' had left at home?

Fortune, thou hast no tyranny beyond

This usage.

Would I had never hop'd,

Or had betimes despair'd! let never in

The gentle thief, or kept him but a guest,

Not made him lord of all!

Tempests of wind thus (as my storms of grief

Carry my tears, which should relieve my heart)

Have hurried to the thankless ocean clouds

And showers, that needed not at all the courtesy,

When the poor plains have languish'd for the want,

And almost burnt asunder.

I'll have this statue's place, and undertake

At my own charge to keep the water full.

Fran. These fond imprespions grow too strong upon me.

They were at first without design or end,

Like the first elements, that know not what

And why they act, and yet produce strange things

Poor innocent desires, journeying they know

Not whither; but now they promise to themselves

Strange things, grow insolent, threaten no rest

Till they be satisfy'd.

What difference was between these lords!

The one made love, as if he by assault

Would take my heart, so forc'd it to defence;

While t'other blew it up with secret mines,

And left no place for it. Here he is!

Tears steal, too, from his eyes,

As if not daring to be known to pass

That way.

Make it good, cunning grief: thou know'st thou couldst

Not dress thyself in any other looks,

To make thee lovely.