Cast, Chariessa, cast that glass away, Nor in its crystal face thine own survey. What can be free from Love's imperious laws When painted shadows real flames can cause? The fires may burn thee from this mirror rise By the reflected beams of thine own eyes; And thus at last, fallen with thyself in love, Thou wilt my rival, thine own martyr prove. But if thou dost desire thy form to view, Look in my heart where Love thy picture drew; 10 And then, if pleased with thine own shape thou be, Learn how to love thyself in loving me. [_To Chariessa &c._] ] [Line: 12 _1656_ 'by loving'.] _The Blush._ So fair Aurora doth herself discover (Asham'd o' th' aged bed of her cold lover) In modest blushes, whilst the treacherous light Betrays her early shame to the world's sight. Such a bright colour doth the morning rose Diffuse, when she her soft self doth disclose Half drown'd in dew, whilst on each leaf a tear Of night doth like a dissolv'd pearl appear; Yet 'twere in vain a colour out to seek To parallel my Chariessa's cheek; 10 Less are conferr'd with greater, and these seem To blush like her, not she to blush like them. But whence, fair soul, this passion? what pretence Had guilt to stain thy spotless innocence? Those only this feel who have guilty been, Not any blushes know, but who know sin. Then blush no more; but let thy chaster flame, That knows no cause, know no effects of shame. [_The Blush._] Interesting to compare prosodically with _The Dream_ and _Opinion_. A much older fashion of couplet, here and there overlapped and breathless, but pointing towards the newer. In l. 11 Miss Guiney has unfortunately altered 'conferr'd' (_confero_ = 'to set side by side') to 'compar'd'. In l. 15, _1647_ has the common 'bin' and l. 16 'knows' for the second 'know'.] _The Cold Kiss._ Such icy kisses, anchorites that live Secluded from the world, to dead skulls give; And those cold maids on whom Love never spent His flame, nor know what by desire is meant, To their expiring fathers such bequeath, Snatching their fleeting spirits in that breath: The timorous priest doth with such fear and nice Devotion touch the Holy Sacrifice. Fie, Chariessa! whence so chang'd of late, As to become in love a reprobate? 10 Quit, quit this dullness, Fairest, and make known A flame unto me equal with mine own. Shake off this frost, for shame, that dwells upon Thy lips; or if it will not so be gone, Let 's once more join our lips, and thou shalt see That by the flame of mine 'twill melted be. [_The Cold Kiss._] There are some very trifling alterations, all for the worse, in _1656_ (Gamble).] _The Idolater._ Think not, pale lover, he who dies, Burnt in the flames of Celia's eyes, Is unto Love a sacrifice;