ROBERT HEATH. Author of "Claraftella," a collection of poems, in 12mo, printed in 1650. SONG ANACREONTIC. INVEST my head with fragrant rofe, 'Tis wine and love, and love in wine Thus, crown'd with Paphian myrtle, I 'Tis wine and love, and love in wine Life's fhort and winged pleafures fly; 'Tis wine and love, and love in wine, STANZAS ON CLARA STELLA SAYING SHE WOULD COMMIT HERSELF TO A NUNNERY. STAY, Claraftella, prithee stay! Is it a fin to be beloved? If but the cause you could remove When Heaven was prodigal to you, And you with beauty's glory ftored, He made you like himself for view, To be beheld and then adored. Why should the gold then fear to see that fun Thyfelf a holy temple art, Where love shall teach us both to pray; I'll make an altar of my heart, And incenfe on thy lips I'll lay. Thy mouth shall be my oracle, and then ROBERT HERRICK, Author of a collection of poems published under the title of Hefperides, Octavo, 1648,--The volume contains two little pieces, “the Primrose" and "the Inquiry," which are printed in Carew's poems. A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS. You are a tulip, feen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a ftay, That where you grew fearce man can say, You are a lovely July-flower, Yet one rude wind, or ruffling shower, You are a sparkling rofe i'th' bud; You are a dainty violet, Yet wither'd ere you can be fet Within the virgin's coronet. all flow'rs among, But die you muft, fair maid, ere long, SONNET. Aм I defpis'd because you say, Then, when in your glass you seek, O then too late in close your chamber keeping, It will be told That you are old By thofe true tears you're weeping. THE MAD MAID's SONG. GOOD-morrow to the day so fair; Good-morrow, Sir, to you; Good-morrow to mine own torn hair, |