Sed vitro nitidâ magis, Sum venti ingenium breve Sum fluxæ pretium spei; Sum cæca speculum Deæ. Cum mortalibus Ebriis Obsignatý, tabellulas. Sum blandum, petulans, vagum, Pictum, gemmeum, & aureum, Si piget, et longam traxisse in tædia pompam Vixit adhuc. Čur vixit? adhuc tu nempe legebas; T Upon two greene Apricockes sent to Cowley Ake these, times tardy truants, sent by me, To be chastis'd (sweet friend) and chide by thee. Pale sons of our Pomona! whose wan cheekes Have spent the patience of expecting weekes, Yet are scarce ripe enough at best to show The redd, but of the blush to thee they ow. By thy comparrison they shall put on More summer in their shames reflection, Than ere the fruitfull Phoebus flaming kisses Kindled on their cold lips. O had my wishes And the deare merits of your Muse, their due, The yeare had found some fruit early as you; Ripe as those rich composures time computes Blossoms, but our blest tast confesses fruits. How does thy April-Autumne mocke these cold Progressions 'twixt whose termes poor time grows old? With thee alone he weares no beard, thy braine Gives him the morning worlds fresh gold againe. 'Twas only Paradice, 'tis onely thou, Whose fruit and blossoms both blesse the same bough. Nature (methinks) might easily mend her growth. Into the publick yeares proficiencie, No fruit should have the face to smile on thee But such whose sun-borne beauties what they borrow Thesaurus malorum fæmina Uis deus, O quis erat qui te, mala fæmina, finxit? Quæ divùm manus est adeo non dextera mundo? Parcite; peccavi: nec enim pia numina possunt Vestrum opus est pietas; opus est concordia vestrum : In Apollinem depereuntem Daphnen. Tulte Cupido, Squid tua flamma parat? Annon sole sub ipso Accensa pereunt faces? Sed fax nostra potentior istis, Flammas inflammare potest, ipse uritur ignis, Majore sub flammâ gemit. Eheu! quid hoc est? En Apollo Et solvit pelago debita, quod hauserat ignibus, Noctis adventu properans se latebris recondit, Namg suos odit damnans radios, nocensģ lumen. M Ænæas Patris sui bajulus. Enia Troia Hostis & ignis Eneas spolium pium Hostes inter & ignes Atg humeris venerabile pondus Excipit, & sævæ nunc ô nunc parcite flammæ, Parcite haud (clamat) mihi, Sacra favete sarcina, Quod si negatis, nec licebit Vitam juvare, sed juvabo funus; Rogus, fiam patris ac bustum mei. His dictis acies pervolat hostium, Ac faces admittit ovans, ne lateat tenebras Debita sic patri solvis tua, sic pari rependis |