[Or should my dust thy pity move That could not love, Thy sighs might wake me, and thy tears Renew my life and years. Or should thy proud insulting scorn Laugh at my urn, Kindly deceived by thy disdain, I might be smil'd into new life again. Then come not near, since both thy love and hate Have equal power to love or animate.] 30 But if cold earth, or marble, must Conceal my dust, Whilst hid in some dark ruins, I Dumb and forgotten lie, The pride of all thy victory Will sleep with me; And they who should attest thy glory, Will, or forget, or not believe this story. Then to increase thy triumph, let me rest, Since by thine eye slain, buried in thy breast. 40 [_The Tomb._] Brydges, though thinking the end of this poem 'a feeble conceit', admits that 'there are passages in it that are more than pretty'. It is certainly one of Stanley's best, and he seems to have taken some trouble with it. In _1651_ he dropped the bracketed stanza 3 and substituted the text for the last couplet of stanza 2, which reads in _1647_: And (thou in this fire sacrificed to me) We might each other's mutual martyr be. In the last line of the omitted stanza 'love' is certainly wrong, and Miss Guiney's suggestion of 'kill' is almost _certissima_. But she seems to have had a different copy of _1647_ before her from that which I collated, for she does not notice a variant, or set of variants, in ll. 37-9: And they _that_ should _this triumph know_ Will or forget or not believe _it so_, Then to increase thy _glories_, &c. In l. 5 _1647_ reads 'thy power'.] _The Enjoyment._ ST.-AMANT. Far from the court's ambitious noise Retir'd, to those more harmless joys Which the sweet country, pleasant fields, And my own court, a cottage, yields; I liv'd from all disturbance free, Though prisoner (Sylvia) unto thee; Secur'd from fears, which others prove, Of the inconstancy of Love; A life, in my esteem, more blest, Than e'er yet stoop'd to Death's arrest. 10 My senses and desires agreed, With joint delight each other feed: A bliss, I reach'd, as far above Words, as her beauty, or my love; Such as compar'd with which, the joys Of the most happy seem but toys: Affection I receive and pay, My pleasures knew not Grief's allay: The more I tasted I desir'd, The more I quench'd my thirst was fir'd. 20