AN ACROSTIC Upon the Name of Mrs ELIZABETH BALL.  

Even as the Dew within a Rose,  
Love captivates poor me, and shows  
In Charms of Beauty Fetters lie,  
Sent from thy comely Face, and Eye,  
All twisted round my bleeding Heart,  
Bound fast with Love, in every Part.  
' Ere thou pass Sentence on my Death,  
Take pity on me, and bequeath  
Health by a single Smile, that I  
Be not so soon compelled to Die.  
All that I beg at presents this,  
Let Love present me with a Kiss;  
Lest not obtaining my desire,  
My Life into your breast expire.  
JAMES SEGVIN.    


Then let not Beauty make you proud,  
My Passion to despise;  
Nor blushing tincture of your Blood,  
Nor sweetness of your Eyes:  
To Age, and Time, you must resign,  
What Nature fond lent;  
And you shall wish you had been mine,  
And die, for discontent.    

TO Mrs ELIZABETH BALL.  

FOR Heaven's sake, what d' you mean to do?  
Keep me, or let me go, one of the two;  
Youth and warm hours let me not idly lose,  
The little Time that Love does choose;  
If always here I must not stay,  
Let me be gone, whilst yet 'tis day;  
Lest I faint, and benighted lose my way.   

'Tis dismal, One so long to Love  
In vain; till to Love more as vain must prove:  
To hunt so long on nimble prey, till we  
Too weary to make others be;  
Alas, 'tis folly to remain,  
And waste our Army thus in vain,  
Before a City which will ne'er be ta'en.   

At several hopes wisely to fly,  
Ought not to be esteemed Inconstancy;  
'Tis more Inconstant always to pursue  
A thing that always flies from you;  
For that at last may meet a bound,  
But no end can to this be found,  
'Tis nought but a perpetual fruitless Round.   

When it does Hardness meet and Pride,  
My Love does then rebound t' another side;  
But if aught that's soft and yielding hit;  
It lodges and stays in it.  
Whatever 'tis shall first love me,  
That it my Heaven may truly be,  
I shall be sure to give't Eternity.   

Go bid the Needle his dear North forsake,  
To which with trembling rev'erence it does bend;  
Go bid th'Stones a journey upwards make;  
Go bid th' ambitious Flame no more ascend:  
And when these false to their old motions prove,  
Then shall I cease Thee, thou alone to Love.   

The fast-linked Chain of Everlasting Fate  
Does nothing tie more strong, than Me to You;  
My fixed Love hangs not on your Love or Hate;  
But will be still the same, whate'er you do.  
You cannot kill my Love with your disdain,  
Wound it you may, and make it live in pain.   
JAMES SEGVIN.