[_Commanded by his Mistress, &c._] Marino[i]'s name is so frequent in books on literature, and his work so little known to the ordinary reader, that this example may be welcome. The rather snip-snap antithesis, and the somewhat obvious conceit, show the famous Italian really at his worst. 'President' (l. 1), though not impossible, is probably for 'pre_ce_dent'. The whole piece has a special interest as showing how this 'conceit' and 'false wit' actually encouraged the growth of the stopped antithetic couplet which was to be turned against both.] _The Repulse._ Not that by this disdain I am releas'd, And freed from thy tyrannic chain, Do I myself think bless'd; Nor that thy flame shall burn No more; for know That I shall into ashes turn, Before this fire doth so. Nor yet that unconfin'd I now may rove, 10 And with new beauties please my mind, But that thou ne'er didst love: For since thou hast no part Felt of this flame, I only from thy tyrant heart Repuls'd, not banish'd am. To lose what once was mine Would grieve me more Than those inconstant sweets of thine Had pleas'd my soul before. 20 Now I have not lost the bliss I ne'er possest; And spite of fate am blest in this, That I was never blest. [_The Repulse._] In the third line of this rather fine poem _1656_ reads 'romantic' for 'tyrannic', and Miss Guiney adopts it. To me it seems quite inappropriate, and one of the errors of dictation so common in that 'edition'.] [Line: 21 _1647_ reads '_that_ bliss'.] _The Tomb._ When, cruel fair one, I am slain By thy disdain, And, as a trophy of thy scorn, To some old tomb am borne, Thy fetters must their power bequeath To those of Death; Nor can thy flame immortal burn, Like monumental fires within an urn; Thus freed from thy proud empire, I shall prove There is more liberty in Death than Love. 10 And when forsaken Lovers come, To see my tomb, Take heed thou mix not with the crowd And (as a Victor) proud To view the spoils thy beauty made Press near my shade, Lest thy too cruel breath or name Should fan my ashes back into a flame, And thou, devour'd by this revengeful fire, His sacrifice, who died as thine, expire. 20