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IDMON TO VENUS.
Come, let us live, and love,
And kiss, Thaumantia mine;
Come, let us teach new billing to the dove:
Nay, to augment our bliss,
Let souls een other kiss. I will of sweetest flowers
Let love a workman be,
Undo, distemper, and his cunning prore,
Though Moon, Sun, stars, be bochies far more brigbt,
Let them not vauut they match us in deligbt.
A LOVER'S DAY AND NIGHT.
Bright meteor of day,
Night, to this flow'ry globe
Ne'er show for me thy star-embroidered robe, Day follows night, night day, whilst still I prove My night, my day, do not proceed from you, That Heaven is deaf, Flore careless of my love. But hang on Mira's brow:
For when she low'rs, and hides from me her eyes,
'Midst clearest day I find black night arise; HIS FIRERRAND.
Wben smiling she again those twins doth turn,
In midst of night I find noon's torch to bum.
THE STATUE OF ADONIS.
When Venus, 'longst that plain,
This Parian Adon saw,
[lar, Whilst this like Ætna burning shall remain. She sigh’d, and said, “ What pow'r breaks Destine's
World-mourned boy, and makes thee live again ?"
Then with stretch'd arms she ran him to enfold: DAPHNIS' VOW.
But when she did behold
The boar, whose snowy tusks did threaten death, WHEN Sun doth bring the day
Fear closed up her breath. From the Hesperian sea,
Who can but grant then that these stones do lire, Or Moon her coach doth roll
Sith this bred love, and that a wound did give? Above the northern pole, When serpents cannot hiss, And lovers shall not kiss, 'Then may it be, but in no time till then,
CLORUS TO A GROVE.
Old oak, and you thick grove,
For briers, oak, grove, ye crowned my desires,
I left my woe, and Flore her maidenhead.
A COUPLET ENCOMIASTIC.
Love, Cypris, Phæbus, will feed, deck, and cross,
Thy heart, brows, verse, with flames, with torrs,
Who Lina weddeth, shall most happy be;
Though maiden none be she,
A girl or boy beneath her waist confin'd:
And though bright Ceres' locks be never shorn,
He shall be sure this year to lack no corn.
Why Love doth naked go?
He wond'ring heard, it made him so rejoice,
And since from lip and lap hers cannot stray.
WRETCH'D Niobe I am;
Let wretches read my case,
Not such who with a tear ne'er wet their face.
And sons as many, which one fatal day,
Grief turn’d me stone, stone too doth me entomb;
Which if thou dost mistrust,
Of this hard rock but ope the flinty womb, All that a dog could have
And here thou shalt find marble, and no dust. The good Melampus had : vay, be had more than what in beasts we crave,
or he could play the brave; ind often, like a Thraso stern, go mad:
CHANGE OF LOVE.
Once did I weep and groan,
But now, thanks to disdain !
I live reliev'd of pain. ow happier is that flea,
For sighs I singing go, hich in thy breast doth play,
I burn not as before no, no, no, no! ian that pied butterfly bich courts the flame, and in the same doth die! niat hath a light delight, or fool! contented only with a sight;
How dost thou thus me burn?
But rather, plaiotfal case!
Of ice art marble made, to my disgrace.
O miracle of love, not heard till now! or flea! then thou didst die;
Cold ice doth burn, and hard by fire doth grow. t by so fair a hand, rat thus to die was destine to command: su didst die, yet didst try over's last delight,
CONSTANT LOVE. vault on virgin plains, her kiss and bite: ju diedst, yet hast thy tomb
TIME makes great states decay, Sween those paps, O dear and stately room; Time doth May's pomp disgrace, a happier far, more blest,
Time draws deep furrows in the fairest face, * phenix burning in his spicy nest.
Time wisdom, force, renown, doth take away;
Time doth consume the years,
I shall not fear thus, though she stray alone,
I shall not think her heart feels uncourb fire;
Her thoughts with mine will hold an equal line, -
I shall be hers, and she shall all be mine.
EURYMEDON'S PRAISE OF MRA. And now with Stygian mists
Gem of the mountains, glory of our plains !
Rare miracle of nature, and of love!
Sweet Atlas, who all beauty's Heavens sustains, The air, grown great with rain Now seems to bring Deucalion's days again : No, beauty's Heaven, where all her wonders more; I see thee quake: come, let us home repair ;
The Sun, from east to west who all doth see, Come, hide thee in mine arms,
On this low globe sees nothing like to thee.
And Earth but did one queen of love admire,
But thrice three Muses sung to Phæbus' lyre;
Two phenixes be now, love's queens are tko,
Four Graces, Muses ten, all made by you. That which so much the doating world doth prize, For those perfections which the bounteous Heaven Fond ladies' only care, and sole delight,
To divers worlds in divers times assign'd, Soon-fading beauty, which of hues doth rise,
With thousands more, to thee at once were giren, Is but an abject let of Nature's might; Most woful wretch, whom shining hair and eyes
Thy body fair, more fair they made the mind: Lead to Love's dungeon, traitor'd by a sight,
And, that thy like no age should more bebold, Most woful! for be might with greater ease
When thou wast fram'd, they after break the mould. Hell's portals enter and pale Death appease. Sweet are the blushes on thy face which shine,
Sweet are the flames which sparkle from thine eres, As in delicious meads beneath the flow'rs,
Sweet are his torments who for thee doth pine, And the most wholesome herbs that May can sbow, Most sweet his death for thee who sweetly dies; In crystal curls the speckled serpent low'rs; For, if he die, he dies not by annoy, As in the apple, which most fair doth grow, But too much sweetness and abundant joy. The rotteu worm is clos'd, wbich it devours; As in gilt cups, with Gnossian wine which flow,
What are my slender lays to show thy worth! Oft poison pompously doth hide its sours;
How can base words a thing so high make kpow? So lewdness, falsehood, mischief them advance,
So wooden globes bright stars to us set forth, Clad with the pleasant rays of beauty's glance.
So in a crystal is Sun's beauty shown:
More of thy praises if my Muse should write,
More love and pity must the same indite.
AT THE DEPARTURE OF IDMON.
Fair Dian, from the height
Of Heaven's first orb who chear'st this lower place,
And, pitying my case,
Spread with a scarf of clouds thy blushing face. For sweet, in spite of care, themselves will waste,
Come with your doleful songs, When they long kept the appetite do move:
Night's sable birds, which plain when others sleep; So, in the sweetness of his nectar, Love
Come, solemnize my wrongs, The foul confects, and seasons of his feast :
And concert to me keep, Sour is far better, which we sweet may make,
Sith Heaven, Earth, Hell, are set to cause me reep. T'han sweet, which sweeter sweetness will not take. This grief yet I could bear,
If now by absence I were only pin'd; Foul may my lady be ; and may her nose,
But, ab! worse evil I fear; A Tenerif, give umbrage to her chin;
Men absent prove unkind, May her gay mouth, which she no time may close, and change, unconstant like the Moon, their misd. So wide be, that the Moon may turn therein: If thought had so much pow'r May eyes and teeth be made conform to those ; Of thy departure, that it could me slay; Eyes set by chance and white, teeth black and thin: How will that ugly hour May all that seen is, and is hid from sight,
My feeble sense dismay, Like unto these rare parts be framed right. “Parewel, sweet heart," when I shall hear thee aay!
Dear life ! sith thou must go,
TO HIS AMOROUS THOUGHT. And leave with me thy woe,
Sweet wanton thought, who art of beauty, born, Which, until I thee see,
And who on beauty feed'st, and sweet desire, Nor time, nor place, nor change shall take from me.
Like taper fly, still circling, and still turn
Those ivory hands, those threads of golden wire,
Thou still surroundest, yet dar’st not aspire ;
Sure thou dost well that place not to come near, AT THE DEPARTURE OF ALEXIS.
Nor see the majesty of that fair court; « And wilt thou then, Alexis mine, depart,
For if thou saw'st what wonders there resort, And leave these flow'ry meads and crystal streams, Like souls ascending to those joys above,
The pure intelligence that moves that sphere, These hills as green as great with gold and gems, Which court thee with rich treasure in each part: What can we hope for more ; what more enjoy?
Back never wouldst thou turn, nor thence remove. Shall nothing hold thee? not my loyal heart, Tbat bursts to lose the comforts of thy beams?
Since fairest things thus soonest have their end,
And as on bodies shadows do attend,
Soon all our bliss is follow'd with annoy:
Yet she's not dead, she lives where she did love;
Her memory on Earth, her soul above.
ON THE DEATH OF HER SPARROW.
Ah! if ye ask, my friends, why this salt show'r COMPARISON
My blubber'd eyes upon this paper pour?
Gone is my sparrow! he whom I did train,
And turn'd so toward, by a cat is slain:
No more with trembling wings shall he attend Wri opening shells in seas, on heavenly dew His watchful mistress. Would my life could end ! A shining oyster lusciously doth feed;
No more shall I him hear chirp pretty lays ; 1. And then the birth of that etherial seed
Have I not cause to loath my tedious days? 63 Shows, when conceiv'd, if skies look dark or blue:
A Dedalus he was to catch a fly ;
If ye then smild, or low'r'd in mourning weed. Then might that crest be seen shake up and down, B. Pearls then are orient fram'd, and fair in form, Which fixed was unto his little crown;
If Heavens in their conceptions do look clear; Like Hector's, Troy's strong bulwark, when in ire 7-22 But if they thunder or do threat a storm,
He raged to set the Grecian fleet on fire.
But ah, alas! a cat this prey espies,
Or otherwise had of that fiend had reason.
And stout Camilla fell by Aruns vain;
So that false horse, which Pallas rais'd’gainst Troy, 5 « The angry winds not aye
King Priam and that city did destroy.
Thou, now whose heart is big with this srail glory,
Shalt not live long to tell thy honour's story. e distances . Yet do they smile for joy when comes dismay;
If any knowledge resteth after death mos hos Frosts do not ever kill the pleasant flow'rs;
In ghosts of birds, when they have left to breathe, egine And love bath sweets when gone are all the sours." My darling's ghost shall know in lower place
The vengeance falling on the cattish race.
For never cat nor catling I shall find,
Do dint the air, turn hitherwards your fight;
To my sad tears comply these notes of yours,
Unto his idol bring an harv'st of flow'rs; 'The greatest gift that from their lofty thrones Let him accept from us, as most divine The all-governing pow'rs to man can give,
Sabæan incense, milk, food, sweetest wine;
“ Pilgrim the body of a sparrow brave terly be for then he neither knows the woe nor joy
In a fierce glutt'nous cat's womb clos'd remains, me disambut Of life, nor fears the Stygian lake's annoy. Whose ghost now graceth the Elysian plains."
I'll not die martyr for a mortal thing ;
'Tis 'nough to be confessor for a king. PORTRAIT OF THE COUNTESS OFPERTH. Will this you give contentment, honest men?
I've written rebels-pox upon the pen !
Since the kirk bath found out a negative faith.
In parliament one voted for the king;
The crowd did murmur he might for it smart;
For that which was mistaken was a fart.
Bold Scots, at Barnockburn ye kill'd your king, MADRIGAL
Then did in parliament approve the fact;
And would ye Charles to such a nonplus bring, IP light be not beguilid,
To authorize rebellion by an act ? And eyes right play their part,
Well what ye crave who knows but granted may be! This tiow'r is not of art, but fairest Nature's child; But, if he do ’t, cause swaddle him for a baby. And though, when Titan's from our world exil'd, She doth not look, her leaves, his loss to moan, To wonder Earth finds now more suns than one.
Swaddled is the baby, and almost two years EPIGRAMS.
(His swaddling time) did neither cry nor stir; But star'd, smil'd, did lie still, void of all fears, And sleep'd, though barked at by every cur:
Yea, had not wak'd, if Lesly, that hoarse nurse, I.
Had not bim hardly rock'd-old wives bim curse ! 'The Scottish kirk the English church do name; The English church the Scots a kirk do call; Kirk and not church, church and not kirk, O shame!
VII. Your kappa turn in chi, or perish all.
Tae king nor band nor host had him to follow, Assemblies meet, post bishops to the court :
Of all his subjects; they were given to thee, If these two nations fight, 'tis strangers' sport. Lesly. Who is the greatest? By Apollo, [he.
The emperor thon; some Palsegrave scarce seems
Couldst thou pull lords, as we do bishops, down, II.
Small distance were between thee and a crowd. Against the king, sir, now why would you fight? Forsooth, because he dubb'd me not a knight. And ye, my lords, why arm ye 'gainst king Charles?
VIII. Because of lords he would not make us earls.
When lately Pym descended into Hell, Earls, why do ye lead forth these warlike bands?
Ere be the cups of Lethe did carouse, Because we will not quit the church's lands.
What place that was, he called loud to tell; Most holy churchmen, what is your intent?
To whom a devil-" This is the Lower House."
TRE STATUE OF ALCIDES.
Flora, upon a time, Give me a thousand covenants; I'll subscrive Naked Alcides' statue did behold; Them all, and more, if more ye can contrive And with delight admired each am'rous limb; Of rage and malice; and let every one
Only one fault, she said, could be of 't told: Black treason bear, not bare rebellion.
For, by right symmetry,
The club hung by his thigh.
“ Pair nymph, in ancient days, your *** by far And captives carried to the capital.
Were not so bugely vast as now they are.”