ON MARRIAGE I WOULD be married, but I'd have no wife; UPON THE FAIR ETHIOPIAN SENT TO A Lo, here the fair Chariclia! 1 in whom strove TO DELIA (Out of Martial) FOUR teeth thou hadst that rank'd in goodly state, Kept thy mouth's gate. The first blast of thy cough left two alone, The second, none. This last cough, Delia, cough'd out all thy fear, Th' hast left the third cough now no business here. UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS'S ARMS WHAT? Mars's sword? fair Cytherea 2 say, 1 The lady love of Theagenes in the Greek romance, "The loves of Theagenes and Charicleia," by Heliodorus, Bishop of Trikka, 4th century. 2 Venus. Mars thou hast beaten naked, and, O then, UPON THE SAME PALLAS saw Venus armed, and straight she cried, "Come if thou dar'st, thus, thus let us be tried." Why, fool!" says Venus, "thus provok'st thou 66 me, That being naked, thou know'st could conquer thee? ON NANUS MOUNTED UPON AN ANT HIGH mounted on an ant, Nanus the tall He strains these words: "Base Envy, do, laugh on, Thus did I fall, and thus fell Phaethon." TEMPERANCE, THE CHEAP PHYSICIAN (Upon the Translation of Lessius) GO now, with some daring drug, Bait thy disease, and while they tug, Thou, to maintain their cruel strife Some big-named composition,— The oraculous doctors' mystic bills, Go poor man, think what shall be That which makes us have no need A thin aërial veil is drawn, O'er Beauty's face; seeming to hide, More sweetly shows the blushing bride: No mists do mask, no lazy steams? A happy soul, that all the way To Heaven, hath a Summer's day? Wouldst see a man whose well-warm'd blood Bathes him in a genuine flood? A man, whose tunèd humours be A set of rarest harmony? Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks, beguile Age? Wouldst see December smile? Wouldst see a nest of roses grow In sum, wouldst see a man that can Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowers; No quarrels, murmurs, no delay: A kiss, a sigh, and so away y? This rare one, Reader, wouldst thou see, Hark hither and thyself be he! : CRASHAW'S ANSWER FOR HOPE 1 EAR Hope! Earth's dow'ry, and Heaven's The entity of things that are not yet. Substantial shade! whose sweet allay Of hurting thee. From thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn, Shrinks as the sick moon from the wholesome morn. Rich hope! Love's legacy, under lock Of Faith!still spending, and still growing stock! 1 This was written in answer to a poem by Cowley beginning, "Hope, whose weak being ruined is." Our crown-land lies above, yet each meal brings A seemly portion for the sons of kings. Nor will the virgin-joys we wed Come less unbroken to our bed, Because that from the bridal cheek of Bliss, Fair hope! our earlier Heav'n! by thee Young time is taster to Eternity: Thy generous wine with age grows strong, not sour, Nor does it kill thy fruit, to smell thy flower. Thy golden growing head never hangs down, It falls; and dies! O no, it melts away As lumps of sugar loose themselves, and twine Fortune alas, above the World's low wars Hope walks and kicks the curl'd heads of conspiring stars. Her keel cuts not the waves where our winds stir, And forage in the fields of light and love. Sweet Hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy! by thee But what and where we would be. Thus art thou |