In thee lives all my love, my heav'n lies there.Oh! may I by indulgent Fate's decree,With thee lead all my life, and die with thee.Thy beauties yield me my transporting theme;And while I celebrate thy charming name,My verse shall be as sacred as my flame.Jove's sev'ral rapes, his injur'd Io's wrongs,Are made immortal in his poet's songs.Verse still reveals where Leda's flames began,Rais'd by the secret godhead in the swan,The story of the rape Europa bore,Shall last while winds shall rage, or waters roar.Your name shall live like theirs, while verse endures,And mine be ever writ, and read with yours.
Elegy IV: To His Mistress, whose husband is invited to a feast with him.
The poet instructed her how to behave herself in his company. By
Dryden.
Your husband will be with us at the treat,May that be the last supper he shall eat.And am poor I, a guest invited there,Only to see, while he may touch the fair?To see you kiss, and hug your nauseous lord,While his lewd hand descends below the board?