LOVE MAKES ALL LOVELY HAT I FANCY I approve : WHAT No dislike there is in love. Be my Mistress short or tall, Be her cheeks so shallow too As to show her tongue wag through, Be her lips ill hung or set, And her grinders black as jet, Hath She thin hair, hath She none, She's to me a paragon. A VALENTINE HOOSE ME your Valentine! CHOOSE Next, let us marry! Love to the death will pine If we long tarry. Promise and keep your vows, Or vow you never ! Troth-breakers ever. You have broke promise twice, If you prove faithless thrice, None then will woo ye. R TO WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT A FOUNTAIN EACH with your whiter hands to me And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing. Or else, sweet Nymphs! do you but this : RICHARD BRATHWAITE A FIG FOR CARE HAPPY is that state of his Who the world takes as it is! Should I aught dejected be When I see my Damon die? Or repine such should inherit More of honours than of merit? Or put on a sourer face To see Virtue in disgrace? Should I weep when I do try Or think much when barren brains They had wealth unto their wit? Should I spend the morn in tears Or to see his wife at once Branch his brow and break his sconce ; Or to hear her in her spleen Should I sigh because I see Both in church and commonweal? No! there's nought on earth I fear Thus to love, and thus to live, THOMAS GOFFE TO SLEEP ROP golden showers, gentle Sleep! DRO And all ye Angels of the Night Which do us in protection keep, Death's now true image, for 'twill prove To this poor Queen that thou art he : Her grave is made i' the bed of Love. Thus with sweet sweets can Heaven mix gall, And marriage turn to funeral. |