Do but look on her eyes, they do light As Love's star when it riseth! And from her arch'd brows, such a grace As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife. Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touch'd it? Or swan's down ever? Or have smell'd o' the bud of the briar? Or the 'nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! Ben Jonson. XXI.. A FRAGMENT. HE that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and steadfast mind, Where these are not, I despise Thomas Carew. XXII. A LOVER of late was I, For Cupid would have it so; (The boy that had never an eyeAs every man doth know.) I sigh'd, and sobb'd, and cried, "alas," For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass. Then knew not I what to do, When I saw it was in vain A lady so coy to woo, Who gave me the ass so plain; Yet would I her ass freely be, So she would help, and bear with me. An' I were as fair as she, Or she were as kind as me, I was as kind as she was fair; Pair with her that will for me!- The ass I'll leave to her disdain ; And now I am myself again. XXIII. Unknown. FAIN Would I, Chloris, ere I die, That you might say, when I am gone, Whose breast has all the wealth I have, Unknown. XXIV. THE WILLOW TREE. WILLY. How now, shepherd, what means that? Why thy scarfs of red and yellow, CUDDY. They are changed, and so am I; Which makes me wear the willow-tree. WILLY. Phillis! she that loved thee long? CUDDY. She that long true love profest, Which makes me wear the willow-tree. WILLY. Come then, shepherd, let us join, Since thy hap is like to mine: She hath also bid adieu. CUDDY. Thy hard hap doth mine appease, Yet, Phillis, shall I pine for thee, WILLY. Shepherd, be advised by me, CUDDY. Herdsman, I'll be ruled by thee, Unknown. XXV. THE INQUIRY. AMONGST the myrtles as I walk'd, Love and my sighs, thus intertalk'd: "Tell me," said I, in deep distress, 66 Where may I find my shepherdess?" "Thou fool," said Love, "know'st thou not this, In every thing that's good, she is? In yonder tulip go and seek, There thou may'st find her lip, her cheek; In yon enamell'd pansy by, There thou shalt have her curious eye; In bloom of peach, in rosy bud, There wave the streamers of her blood; With that I stopt. Said Love, "these be, And as these flowers, thy joy shall die, And all thy hopes of her shall wither, Like these short sweets thus knit together." Thomas Carew. XXVI. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZA WHEELER, NAME OF AMARILLIS. UNDER THE (H.) My dearest love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee; For love or pity, let me know The place where I may find thee. (A.) In country meadows, pearl'd with dew, There, filling maunds with cowslips, you (H.) What have the meads to do with thee, Live thou at Court, where thou may'st be Let country wenches make 'em fine (A.) You set too high a rate upon (H.) Believe it, dearest, there's not one I prithee stay. (A.) I must away; Robert Herrick. |