I will not trust thy tempting graces, Or thy deceitful charms; Nor pris'ner be to thy embraces, Or fetter'd in thy arms; No, Celia, no, not all thy art Can wound or captivate my heart. I will not gaze upon thy eyes, Or wanton with thy hair, Lest those should burn me by surprise, Or these my soul ensnare; 10 Nor with those smiling dangers play, Or fool my liberty away. Since then my wary heart is free, And unconfin'd as thine, If thou wouldst mine should captiv'd be, Thou must thine own resign, And gratitude may thus move more Than Love or Beauty could before. [_Song._] Another capital stanza-mould, especially in 1. The next is even better. This Song is also in _Select Airs and Dialogues, set by Mr. Jeremy Savill_, _1659_.] _Song._ No, I will sooner trust the wind, When falsely kind It courts the pregnant sails into a storm, And when the smiling waves persuade, Be willingly betray'd, Than thy deceitful vows or form. Go, and beguile some easy heart With thy vain art; Thy smiles and kisses on those fools bestow, Who only see the calms that sleep 10 On this smooth flatt'ring deep, But not the hidden dangers know. They that like me thy falsehood prove, Will scorn thy love. Some may, deceiv'd at first, adore thy shrine; But he that, as thy sacrifice, Doth willingly fall twice, Dies his own martyr, and not thine. [_Song._] [Line: 12 the] thy _1647_.] _To a Blind Man in Love._ MARINO. Lover, than Love more blind, whose bold thoughts dare Fix on a woman is both young and fair! If Argus, with a hundred eyes, not one Could guard, hop'st thou to keep thine, who hast none? [_To a Blind Man in Love._] 2 The ellipsis of 'who' before 'is' is one of the few grammatical licences which are really awkward in poetry. In _Oronta 1647_, where this poem also appeared with two other translations from Marino, the reading is 'woman that is young'; and in 7 'Senses too'.] _Answer._ I'm blind, 'tis true, but, in Love's rules, defect Of sense is aided by the intellect; And senses by each other are supplied: The touch enjoys what's to the sight denied. _Song._ I Prithee let my heart alone, Since now 'tis rais'd above thee, Not all the beauty thou dost own, Again can make me love thee: He that was shipwreck'd once before By such a Syren's call, And yet neglects to shun that shore, Deserves his second fall. Each flatt'ring kiss, each tempting smile, Thou dost in vain bestow, 10 Some other lovers might beguile, Who not thy falsehood know.