TO MRS. amore In canuti pensier si disconvene. GUARINI. YES, I think I once heard of an amorous youth 'Tis for you, my dear madam, such conquests to make: Antiquarians may value you high : But I swear I can't love for antiquity's sake, I have seen many ruins all gilded with care, I perhaps might have sigh'd in your magical chain No, no! when my heart's in these amorous faints, I keep up a stock of good grace : But then 'tis the creature luxuriant and fresh For indeed, my dear madam, though fond of the flesh, I never was partial to bones! ON THE DEATH OF A LADY. SWEET spirit! if thy airy sleep Nor sees my tears, nor hears my sighs, Oh! I will weep, in luxury weep, Till the last heart's-drop fills mine eyes. But if thy sainted soul can feel, And mingles in our misery; Then, then, my breaking heart I'll seal- ! The beam of morn was on the stream, But sullen clouds the day deform : Thou wert not form'd for living here, We thought thou wert not form'd to die! TO JULIA. SWEET is the dream, divinely sweet, Then, if thou blush, that blush be mine; ΤΟ CAN I again that form caress, Or on that lip in rapture twine? No, no! the lip that all may press Shall never more be press'd by mine. Can I again that look recal Which once could make me die for thee? No, no! the eye that burns on all Shall never more be prized by me! WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAF OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK. HERE is one leaf reserved for me, SONG. AWAY with this pouting and sadness! I'll love you as long as I'm able, Then waste not the time with professions; That happen 'twixt woman and man.— If swearing, however, will do it, Come, bring me the calendar, prayI vow, by that lip, I'll go through it, And not miss a saint on my way. |