Till at length he perching rest, Yet such a one as (Jove knows how) His torch imperious, though but small, Though thou see the crafty elf His fawning cheeks, look not that way; Start, and say, the serpent hisses; Prithee, sweet, now let me go, 43 50 60 Here's my quiver, shafts and bow, 70 Lest his kindness make thee bleed. Whate'er it be Love offers, still presume That though it shines, 'tis fire, and will consume. ON NANUS MOUNTED UPON AN ANT. HIGH mounted on an ant, Nanus the tall He strains these words; Base Envy, do, laugh on, UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS HIS ARMS. WHAT? Mars his sword? fair Cytherea say, UPON THE SAME. PALLAS saw Venus arm'd, and straight she cried, 'Come if thou dar'st, thus, thus let us be tried.' 6 Why, fool!' says Venus, thus provok'st thou me, That being nak'd, thou know'st could conquer thee?' UPON BISHOP ANDREWS HIS PICTURE THIS rev'rend shadow cast that setting sun, Room for her spacious self, until at length Of her great Maker fix'd her flaming eye, And now that grave aspect hath deign'd to shrink think "Tis but a dead face Art doth here bequeath, Look on the following leaves, and see him breathe. OUT OF MARTIAL. FOUR teeth thou hadst that, rank'd in goodly state, The first blast of thy cough left two alone, The second, none: This last cough, Ælia, cough'd out all thy fear, 2 3 4 5 6 In free air Flow thy hair; That no more summer's best dresses Be beholden For their golden Locks to Phoebus' flaming tresses. O deliver Love his quiver, From thy eyes he shoots his arrows, Cannot follow, Feather'd with his mother's sparrows. O envy not (That we die not) Those dear lips, whose door encloses All the graces In their places; Brother pearls, and sister roses, From these treasures Of ripe pleasures One bright smile to clear the weather. Earth and heaven Thus made even, Both will be good friends together. The air does woo thee, Winds cling to thee; Might a word once fly from out thee, Storm and thunder Would sit under, And keep silence round about thee. 1 Love now no fire hath left him, We two betwixt us have divided it: The heat commanding in my heart doth sit. 2 So shall these flames, whose worth (Dress'd in those beams) start forth And dance before your eyes. |