G. HERBERT. LIFE. I MADE a pofy, while the day ran by: Here will I fmell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon to the flow'rs, and they And wither in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart; Time's gentle admonition; Who did fo fweetly death's fad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet fug'ring the suspicion. Farewel, dear flow'rs! fweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye liv'd, for smell and ornament, And after death for cures. I follow ftraight, without complaints or grief, It be as short as yours. MRS. BEHN. SONG. LOVE in fantastic triumph fat, While bleeding hearts around him flow'd, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic pow'r he show'd: From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurl'd; But 'twas from mine he took defire, Enough t' inflame the amorous world. From me he took his fighs and tears, But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilft thine the victor is, and free. From Select Ayres, printed for J. Playford, HUE AND CRY AFTER CHLORIS. I. TELL me, ye wand'ring fpirits of the air, II. Go fearch the valleys, pluck up ev'ry rofe, Go call the echoes to your aid, and cry, Chloris, Chloris, for that's her name for whom I die. III. But stay awhile, I have inform'd you ill, Were fhe on earth, she had been with me ftill; Go, fly to heav'n, examine ev'ry sphere, And try what ftar hath lately lighted there. If any brighter than the fun you fee, Fall down, fall down, and worship it, for that is fhe! DR. KING. THE SURRENDER. My once dear love, hapless that I no more We that did nothing ftudy, but the way To love each other, with which thoughts the day Fafter than vows could bind like turtle doves Diflodged from their haunts, we must in tears |