30 UPON JULIA'S VOICE So smooth, so sweet, so silvery is thy voice As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise, But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber, Melting melodious words to lutes of amber. 31 AGAIN WHEN I thy singing next shall hear, 32 ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE ALL things decay with time: the forest sees The growth and downfall of her aged trees; That timber tall, which threescore lusters stood The proud dictator of the state-like wood, I mean (the sovereign of all plants) the oak, Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke. 33 THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS FIRST, April, she with mellow showers More wealth brings in than all those three. 34 UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK FIRST, for effusions due unto the dead, My solemn vows have here accomplished: Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell, Wherein thou liv'st forever. Dear, fare well. 35 TO THE MOST COMELY AND PROPER HANDSOME you are, and proper you will be Live long and lovely, but yet grow no less In that your own prefixed comeliness. Spend on that stock; and when your life must fall, Leave others beauty to set up withal. 36 UPON ROSES UNDER a lawn, than skies more clear, They blush'd, and look'd more fresh than flowers Quicken'd of late by pearly showers, Which, as a warm and moisten'd spring, 37 THE CHEAT OF CUPID, OR THE UNGENTLE GUEST ONE silent night of late, When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate And, knocking, me molested. Who 's that, said I, beats there, And let not locks thus keep ye. For I a boy am, who By moonless nights have swerved; And all with showers wet through, And e'en with cold half starved. I pitiful arose, And soon a taper lighted; And did myself disclose Unto the lad benighted. I saw he had a bow And wings, too, which did shiver; And, looking down below, I spied he had a quiver. I to my chimney's shine Brought him, as love professes, But when he felt him warmed: Forthwith his bow he bent, And wedded string and arrow, And struck me, that it went Quite through my heart and marrow. Then, laughing loud, he flew Adieu, mine host, adieu, I'll leave thy heart a-dying. 38 DREAMS HERE we are all by day; by night we 're hurl'd By dreams, each one into a several world. |