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 ferve 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, Ulyffes flew 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 That I in vain have wafted, The broken fleep, the woe and fears, That long in me have lasted, 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, с 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. Of things that live in grief, Which at some time may not resort, Whereas they find relief. The chaced deer hath foil, To cool him in his heat; The ass, after his weary toil, The little bird its neft, From heat and cold themselves to fave, At all times as they lift. The owl, with feeble fight, Lies lurking in the leaves; The sparrow, in the frofty 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 faid 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 My thought was free, my heart was light, I plaid by day, I flept by night, I forced not who wept, who laugh'd; My thought from all fuch things was free, And I myself at liberty. I took no heed to taunts nor toys, As lief to fee them frown as fmile; 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, Of fuch as fed upon the bait, That Cupid laid for his difport; Till at the end, when Cupid fpied My fcornful will, and fpiteful use, And how I past not who was tied, So that myself might still live loose ; He fet himself to lie in wait, 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 stone; Such one fhe is, I know it right, Then, as a man that's in a maze, And fuddenly, without delay, Which daily grieves me more and more, And none alive can falve the fore, In whom my life doth now confift But seeing now that I am caught, And bound fo faft I cannot flee; Be ye by mine example taught, free: That in your fancies feel you Despise not them that lovers are, Left you be caught within his fnare. |