Gratiana dauncing and singing. Ee! with what constant Motion Even, and glorious, as the Sunne, Gratiana steeres that Noble Frame, Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce That gave each winding Law and poyze, And swifter then the wings of Fame. She beat the happy Pavement Which now no more the Roofe envies; Each step trod out a Lovers thought So did she move; so did she sing ΤΟ 20 Hy The Scrutinie. Why should you sweare I am forsworn, Since thine vow'd to be? Lady it is already Morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility. Have I not lov'd thee much and long, I must all other Beauties wrong, Not, but all joy in thy browne haire, But I must search the black and faire Like skilfull Minerallist's that sound For Treasure in un-plow'd-up ground. Then, if when I have lov'd my round, I laden will returne to thee, Ev'n sated with Varietie. Richard Lovelace. ΤΟ 20 To Althea, From Prison. Hen Love with unconfined wings WHevers within my Gates; And my divine Althea brings The Gods, that wanton in the Aire, When flowing Cups run swiftly round Our carelesse heads with Roses bound, Know no such Libertie. When (like committed Linnets) I When I shall voyce aloud, how Good Know no such Liberty. ΙΟ 20 Stone Walls doe not a Prison make, Mindes innocent and quiet take If I have freedome in my Love, And in my soule am free; Injoy such Liberty. Richard Lovelace. To Amoret gone from him. Ancy, and I, last Evening walkt, And, Amoret, of thee we talkt; We sate, and markt how every thing Did mourne his absence; How the Spring Whilst he was here, now check'd her streames: Were taught lesse noise, and smoother grace; And on that weake reflection feast. 30 ΤΟ If Creatures then that have no sence, (Though fate, and time each day remove The Call. Romira, stay, Henry Vaughan. And run not thus like a young Roe away, Pursues thee (foolish girle) tis onely I, If thou'l be pleas'd to garrison mine arms; 'I'le turn a Traitour? may these Roses here And Lilies stand disguised in new Red, If that I lay A snare, wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay; Does slowly to his azure Lodging run, Come sit but here And presently hee'l quit our Hemisphere, Lovers, time is too short or else too long; Legends for them that have Love Martyrs been, Here on this plain Wee'l talk Narcissus to a flour again; 20 ΙΟ 20 |