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"Madam,
As in a Triumph Conquerors admit
Their meanest Captives to attend on it,
Who, though unworthy, have the power confest,
And justifi'd the yielding of the rest:
So when the busie World (in hope t'excuse
Their own surprize) your Conquests do peruse,
And find my name, they will be apt to say,
Your charms were blinded, or else thrown away.
There is no honour got in gaining me,
Who am a prize not worth your Victory.
But this will clear you, that 'tis general,
The worst applaud what is admir'd by all.
But I have plots in't: for the way to be
Secure of fame to all posterity,
Is to obtain the honour I pursue,
To tell the World I was subdu'd by you.
And since in you all wonders common are,
Your Votaries may in your Vertues share,
While you by noble Magick worth impart:
She that can Conquer, can reclaim a heart.
Of this Creation I shall not despair,
Since for your own sake it concerns your care.
For 'tis more honour that the World should know,
You made a noble Soul, than found it so.
",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,"""She that can Conquer, can reclaim a heart""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,I've included entire poem,"",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9464,3641
"Dry up your tears, there's enough shed by you,
And we must pay our share of Sorrows too.
It is no private loss when such men fall,
The VVorld's concern'd, and Grief is general.
But though of our Misfortune we complain,
To him it is injurious and vain.
For since we know his rich Integrity,
His real Sweetness, and full Harmony;
How free his heart and house were to his Friends,
VVhom he oblig'd without Design or Ends;
How universal was his courtesie,
How clear a Soul, how even, and how high;
How much he scorn'd disguise or meaner Arts,
But with a native Honour conquer'd Hearts;
We must conclude he was a Treasure lent,
Soon weary of this sordid Tenement.
The Age and World deserv'd him not, and he
Was kindly snatch'd from future Misery.
We can scarce say he's Dead, but gone to rest,
And left a Monument in ev'ry breast.
For you to grieve then in this sad excess,
Is not to speak your Love, but make it less.
A noble Soul no Friendship will admit,
But what's Eternal and Divine as it.
The Soul is hid in mortal flesh we know,
And all its weaknesses must undergo,
Till by degrees it does shine forth at length,
And gathers Beauty, Purity, and Strength:
But never yet doth this Immortal Ray
Put on full splendour till it put off Clay:
So Infant Love is in the worthiest breast
By Sense and Passion fetter'd and opprest;
But by degrees it grows still more refin'd,
And scorning clogs, only concerns the mind.
Now as the Soul you lov'd is here set free
From its material gross capacity;
Your Love should follow him now he is gone,
And quitting Passion, put Perfection on.
Such Love as this will its own good deny,
If its dear Object have Felicity.
And since we cannot his great Loss Reprieve,
Let's not lose you in whom he still doth Live.
For while you are by Grief secluded thus,
It doth appear your Funeral to us.
",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,"One may scorn disguise and meaner Arts and ""with a native Honour"" conquer Hearts",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,I've included entire poem,"",,"","•Cross-reference: Derrick's ""To Silvia""","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9465,3642
" Dear Object of my Love! didst thou but know
The Tortures, that I daily undergo
For thy dear sake, thou sure woud'st be so kind,
To weep the Troubles that invade my mind;
I need not tell thee that I dearly love,
No, all my Actions will my Passion prove:
For thee I've left the wise, the great, the good,
And on my Vows, not my Preferment stood.
Think then, dear Strephon, how unkind thou art,
To prove the Torturer of that tender heart,
That chose thee out to be its chief Delight,
And knows no real Joy but in thy sight.
Since first thy Courtship me to Love inclin'd,
Thou ne're hast been one hour out of my mind.
How tedious then must thy long absence be
To her, that wishes nothing else to see,
And lives not, but when in thy Company?
Haste then dear Love! for if thou longer stay,
My Griefs will make me sigh my Soul away.",2010-03-11 16:31:57 UTC,"""Dear Object of my Love! didst thou but know / The Tortures, that I daily undergo / For thy dear sake, thou sure woud'st be so kind, / To weep the Troubles that invade my mind.""",2005-05-04 00:00:00 UTC,I've included entire poem,"",2010-03-11,Empire,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""invad"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9699,3762
"After them Damon Piping came,
Who laughs at Cupid and his Flame;
Swears, if the Boy should him approach,
He'd burn his Wings with his own Torch:
But he's too young for Love t'invade,
Though for him languish many a Maid.
His lovely Ayr, his chearful Face,
Adorn'd with many a Youthful Grace,
Beget more Sighs then if with Arts
He should design to conquer Hearts:
The Swains as well as Nymphs submit
To's Charms of Beauty and of VVit.
He'll sing, he'll dance, he'll pipe and play,
And wanton out a Summers day;
And wheresoever Damon be,
He's still the Soul o'th' Companie.
",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,"One may "" Beget more Sighs then if with Arts / He should design to conquer Hearts""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9742,3781
" Amyntas whilst you
Have an Art to subdue,
And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile,
You Pityless grow,
And no Faith will allow;
'Tis the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil.
",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,"One may ""conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9743,3782
" Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe,
VVhere Love and Shame confus'dly strive,
Fresh Vigor to Lysander give;
And breathing faintly in his Ear,
She cry'd--Cease, Cease--your vain Desire,
Or I'll call out--What would you do?
My Dearer Honour ev'n to You
I cannot, must not give--Retire,
Or take this Life, whose chiefest part
I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart.
",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,"""[T]ake this Life, whose chiefest part / I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9744,3783
" Thy bow, thy Quiver, and thy Darts:
Even of thy Painted Wings has rifled thee,
To bear him from his Conquer'd broken Hearts,
To the next Fair and Yeilding She.
",2009-09-14 19:34:27 UTC,"One may be born by Love's wing ""from his Conquer'd broken Hearts, / To the next Fair and Yeilding She""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9745,3784
"When Friends advice with Lovers forces joyn,
They'll conquer Hearts more fortify'd than mine:
For mine lyes as it wont, without defence,
No Guard nor Art but its own innocence;
Under which Fort, it could fierce storms endure,
But from thy Wit I find no Fort secure.
Ah, why would'st thou assist my Enemy,
Who was himself almost too strong for me?
Thou with Idolatry mak'st me adore,
And homage do to the proud Conquerour.
Now round his Neck my willing Arms I'd twine,
And swear upon his Lips, My Dear, I'm thine,
But that his kindness then would grow, I fear,
Too weighty for my weak desert to bear.
I fear 'twou'd even to extreams improve,
And Jealousie, they say, 's th' extream of Love;
That after all my kindness to him shown,
My little Neddy, he'll not think't his own:
Ev'n thou my Dear Exillus he'll suspect,
If I but look on thee, I him neglect:
Not only He-friends innocent as thou,
But he'll mistrust She-friends and Heav'n too.
Thus best things may be turn'd to greatest harm,
As saying th' Lord's Prayer backward proves a charm.
Or if not thus, I'm sure he will despise,
Or under-rate the easie-gotten prize.
These and a thousand fears my Soul possess,
But most of all my own unworthiness;
Like dying Saints, I wish for coming joys,
But humble fears that forward wish destroys.
What shall I do then? hazard the event?
You say, Old Damon's, all that's excellent.
If I miss him, the next some Squire may prove,
Whose Dogs and Horses shall have all his love;
Or some debauch'd pretender to lewd wit,
Or covetous, conceited, unbred Citt.
Thus the brave Horse, who late i'th' Coach did neigh,
Is forc'd at last to tug a nasty Dray.
",2009-09-14 19:34:33 UTC,"""When Friends advice with Lovers forces joyn, / They'll conquer Hearts more fortify'd than mine""",2005-02-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9892,3848
"I must confess you're wondrous fair,
And know, to conquer such a Heart;
Is worth an Age of sad despair,
If Lovers Merits were Desert:
But you're unjust as well as fair,
And Love subsists not with despair,
No more than Lovers by the Air.",2009-09-14 19:34:33 UTC,"""I must confess you're wondrous fair, / And know, to conquer such a Heart""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9893,3846
"'Tis to your Pen, Great Sir, the Nation owes
For all the Good this Mighty Change has wrought;
'Twas that the wondrous Method did dispose,
E're the vast Work was to Perfection brought.
Oh Strange effect of a Seraphick Quill!
That can by unperceptable degrees
Change every Notion, every Principle
To any Form, its Great Dictator please:
The Sword a Feeble Pow'r, compar'd to That,
And to the Nobler Pen subordinate,
And of less use in Bravest turns of State:
While that to Blood and Slaughter has recourse,
This Conquers Hearts with soft prevailing Force:
So when the wiser Greeks o'recame their Foes,
It was not by the Barbarous Force of Blows.
When a long Ten Years Fatal VVar had fail'd,
VVith luckier Wisdom they at last assail'd,
VVisdom and Counsel which alone prevail'd.
Not all their Numbers the Fam'd Town could win,
'Twas Nobler Stratagem that let the Conquerour in.",2009-09-14 19:34:34 UTC,"The pen ""Conquers Hearts with soft prevailing Force""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,Section 5,"",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",9905,3855