A MAN may live thrice Neftor's life, Thrice wander out Ulyffes' race, Yet never find Ulyffes' wife; Lefs Such change hath chanced in this cafe! age will serve than Paris had, Small pain (if none be small enow) To find good ftore of Helen's trade; Such fap the root doth yield the bough! For one good wife, Ulysses slew A worthy knot of gentle blood: For one ill wife, Greece overthrew The town of Troy. Sith bad and good Bring mischief, Lord let be thy will THE fmoky fighs, the bitter tears The love, and all I owe to thee, Here I renounce, and make me free. The fruits were fair the which did grow Within thy garden planted, The leaves were green of every bough, And moisture nothing wanted; Yet, ere the bloffoms 'gan to fall Thy body was the garden-place, And fugar'd words it beareth; The bloffoms all, thy faith it was, Which, as the canker, weareth. The caterpillar is the fame That hath won thee, and loft thy name. I SEE there is no fort Of things that live in grief, Which at fome time may not resort, Whereas they find relief. The chaced deer hath foil, To cool him in his heat; The afs, after his weary toil, The coney hath its cave, The little bird its nest, From heat and cold themselves to fave, At all times as they lift. The owl, with feeble fight, Lies lurking in the leaves; The fparrow, in the frosty night, May shroud her in the eaves. But, woe to me, alas! In fun, nor yet in shade, My burthen to unlade. N. B. The couplet printed in Italics, is said to have been written by Q. MARY, on a window of Fotheringay Castle. To this my fong give ear who lift, And mine intent judge as ye will; The thing whereon I hoped ftill; The time hath been, and that of late, My heart and I might leap at large, Of love's defire, nor took no charge Of any thing that did pertain As touching love, in any pain. My thought was free, my heart was light, I plaid by day, I flept by night, I forced not who wept, who laugh'd; Perhaps faved, or won. My thought from all fuch things was free, And I myself at liberty. I took no heed to taunts nor toys, As lief to see them frown as smile; Where fortune laugh'd I fcorn'd their joys, I found their frauds, and every wile; And to myself oftimes I fmiled, To fee how love had them beguiled. Thus, in the net of my conceit, I masked still among the fort Of fuch as fed upon the bait, That Cupid laid for his difport; Till at the end, when Cupid spied My fcornful will, and spiteful use, And how I paft not who was tied, So that myself might still live loose; He fet himself to lie in wait, And in my way he threw a bait. Such one as Nature never made,. I dare well fay, fave her alone; Such one she was as would invade A heart more hard than marble ftone; Such one she is, I know it right, Then, as a man that's in a maze, And suddenly, without delay, Which daily grieves me more and more, And none alive can falve the fore, But seeing now that I am caught, you That in your fancies feel Despise not them that lovers are, Left you be caught within his fnare. free: |