Doris, I that could repel All those darts about thee dwell, And had wisely learn'd to fear, 'Cause I saw a foe so near; I that my deaf ear did arm 'Gainst thy voice's powerful charm, And the lightning of thine eye Durst (by closing mine) defy, Cannot this cold snow withstand From the whiter of thy hand. 10 Thy deceit hath thus done more Than thy open force before: For who could suspect or fear Treason in a face so clear; Or the hidden fires descry Wrapt in this cold outside lie? Flames might thus involv'd in ice The deceiv'd world sacrifice; Nature, ignorant of this Strange antiperistasis, 20 Would her falling frame admire, That by snow were set on fire. [_The Snow-ball._] Doris maintains here the place she lost above. The tripping seventeenth-century 'sevens' are well spent on her. In l. 10 Miss Guiney thinks that 'whiter', the sole reading, must be 'winter'. [Greek: hêkista]: that Stanley meant 'the whiter _snow_' is, to me, certain.] [Line: 20 'Antiperistasis' = 'reaction' or 'topsyturvyfication' (Thackeray).] _The Deposition._ Though when I lov'd thee thou wert fair, Thou art no longer so; Those glories all the pride they wear Unto opinion owe; Beauties, like stars, in borrow'd lustre shine; And 'twas my love that gave thee thine. The flames that dwelt within thine eye Do now, with mine, expire; Thy brightest graces fade and die At once with my desire; 10 Love's fires thus mutual influence return; Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn. Then, proud Celinda, hope no more To be implor'd or woo'd, Since by thy scorn thou dost restore The wealth my love bestow'd; And thy despis'd disdain too late shall find That none are fair but who are kind. [_The Deposition._] In _1647_ '_A_ Deposition _from Beauty_'. Also l. 3, 'do' for 'all'; l. 9, 'glories' for 'graces'; l. 16, 'That' for 'The' and 'which' for 'my'.] _To his Mistress in Absence._ TASSO. Far from thy dearest self, the scope Of all my aims, I waste in secret flames; And only live because I hope. Oh, when will Fate restore The joys, in whose bright fire My expectation shall expire, That I may live because I hope no more! _Love's Heretic._ He whose active thoughts disdain To be captive to one foe, And would break his single chain, Or else more would undergo; Let him learn the art of me, By new bondage to be free! What tyrannic mistress dare To one beauty love confine, Who, unbounded as the air, All may court but none decline? 10 Why should we the heart deny As many objects as the eye?