Thy payment shall but double be; Sir William Davenant. XXXVII. WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prithee why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move, If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her. Sir John Suckling. XXXVIII. SHALL I, wasting in despair, Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in May- What care I how fai she be? Shall my foolish heart be pined 'Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposéd nature If she be not so to me What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Think what with them they would do Great or good, or kind or fair, For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be? XXXIX. THE NIGHT PIECE. TO JULIA. HER eyes the glow-worm lend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No will-o'-th'-wisp mis-light thee, Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber; Will lend thee their light, Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thy silv'ry feet, My soul I'll pour into thee. Robert Herrick. XL. TO THE VIRGINS TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun, That age is best, which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time, Robert Herrick. TIS now, since I sat down before (Time strangely spent!) a year, and more; And still I did my part. Made my approaches, from her hand Unto her lip did rise; And did already understand The language of her eyes. Proceeding on with no less art, When this did nothing, I brought down Great canon-oaths, and shot A thousand thousand to the town, And still it yielded not. I then resolved to starve the place, To draw her out, and from her strength, And brought myself to lie at length, When I had done what man could do, The enemy lay quiet too, And smiled at all was done. I sent to know from whence, and where, A spy informed, Honour was there, March, march (quoth I), the word straight give, Let's lose no time, but leave her: That giant upon air will live, And hold it out for ever. To such a place our camp remove I hate a fool that starves her love, Sir John Suckling. XLIII. A RING PRESENTED TO JULIA. JULIA, I bring That our love is, Or should be, like to it. Close tho' it be, |