To Flavia who fear'd she was too kind

AH! Flavia, still be gentle, let not fear,
That makes all others mild, make thee severe.
How canst thou be too kind, who dost but use
That Freedom, which I die if you refuse.
There are, who think by Frowns Mankind to fire,
As if Deformity could Love inspire.
There are, who by their Coldness think t' enflam,
Or, Partian-like, by flying hope to tame.
Others affect intolerable State,
And think that Pomp becomes a Conqueror's Fate.
But they who conquer in Love's beauteous Field,
Must, if they would pursue their Victory, yield.
Minds, from each others motions take their bent,
In Love, Joy, Rage, and even in Hate consent.
The Angry urge us, and the Fearful fright,
The Sad disturb us, and the Gay delight;
The Proud and Scornful, our Aversion prove,
As all the Tender our Affections move.
'Tis true indeed some monstrous Fops are found,
Whom God did sure of the worst Dirt compound;
Who Homage pay to Pride and fierce Disdain,
The wretched Subjects of a Tyrant's Reign.
Just as enervate Eastern Climes obey
Th' imperious Dictates of Despotic Sway.
Let arbitrary Power mean Souls enslave,
The Sov'reign must be good who rules the Brave.
The Monarch of my Heart can't prove too kind;
None e're too much oblig'd a gen'rous Mind.
Too kind thou canst not be on the blest Night,
When Heav'n it self procures for our Delight.
When wanton on the Wings of Love I flee,
To roul and revel in full Joys, and Thee
When o're thy panting Breasts dissolv'd I lie,
And burn, and bleed, and sigh, and groan, and die:
And by that Death at Happiness arrive,
At perfect Bliss which none enjoys alive.
Ev'n by that Bliss which thus transports my Mind,
Then, when thuo grant'st me all, thou canst not prove too kind.
For full Fruition will but raise Desire,
As Heav'n possest exalts the Zealots fire.
And ev'ry Rapture but improve my Love,
As earthly Charity's refin'd above.
There mighty Love, amidst ambrosial Plains,
With uncontroul'd, and boundless Empire reigns.
AEtherial Minds eternally enjoy,
Still plunge themselves in Bliss, and never cloy,
Their mental Eyes upon each other fix;
Then greedily they rush, and totally they mix:
Then by delightful turns flie off and gaze,
Then lose themselves again in Love's mysterious maze:
Unite their Sustances, conound their Pow'rs,
And ev'ry Virtue knit as we must ours.
Like theirs, my Flavia! shall our Joys endure,
Like generous Wines, the older the more pure,
Or Nectar from devouring time secure.
They through eternal Life, eternal Day,
Mingling their Souls, pursue their am'rous Play,
When we our bodies mingle for Delight,
Were we both doom'd to an eternal Night.
Through that with thee I hourly could expire,
Nor light the joy of Life, nor Life would I desire.