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The ecstasy of a delight
So much o'er-mastering all his might,
To that one sense made all else thrall,
And so he lost his clothes, eyes, heart, and all.
Come and let us live, my dear,
Let us love and never fear
What the sourest fathers say :
Brightest Sol that dies to-day
Lives again as blithe to-morrow;
But if we, dark sons of sorrow,“ uncommonly
Set, О then how long a Night
Shuts the eyes of our short light !
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A thousand, and a hundred score,
An hundred and a thousand more,
Till another thousand smother
That, and that wipe off another.
Thus at last, when we have numbered
Many a thousand, many a hundred,
We'll confound the reckoning quite,
And lose ourselves in wild delight:
While our joys so multiply
As shall mock the envious eye.
OUT OF MARTIAL.
porte Four teeth thou hadst that rank'd in goodly state,
Kept thy mouth's gate.
The first blast of thy cough left two alone,
The second, none.
This last cough, Ælia, cough'd out all thy fear,
Th' hast left the third cough now no business here.
UPON FORD'S TWO TRAGEDIES, "LOVE'S SACRIFICE” AND “THE BROKEN HEART."
Thou cheat'st us, Ford ; mak'st one seem two by art :
What is Love's Sacrifice but The Broken Heart ?
I would be married, but I'd have no wife;
I would be married to a single life.
UPON THE FAIR ETHIOPIAN SENT TO A
Lo, here the fair Chariclia ! in whom strove
So false a fortune, and so true a love !
Now, after all her toils by sea and land,
O may she but arrive at your white hand.
Her hopes are crown'd, only she fears that then
She shall appear true Ethiopian.
UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS'S ARMS.
What? Mars's sword ? fair Cytherea say,
Why art thou armed so desperately to-day?
Mars thou hast beaten naked, and, O then,
What need'st thou put on arms against poor men ?
Pallas saw Venus armed, and straight she cried,
Come if thou dar'st, thus, thus let us be tried.' 'Why, fool !' says Venus, 'thus provok’st thou me, That being naked, thou know'st could conquer thee?'
ON NANUS MOUNTED UPON AN ANT.
High mounted on an ant, Nanus the tall
Was thrown, alas ! and got a deadly fall :
Under th' unruly beast's proud feet he lies,
All torn; with much ado yet ere he dies,
He strains these words : ‘Base Envy, do, laugh on,
Thus did I fall, and thus fell Phaethon.'
[The Suspicion of Herod.]
Casting the times with their strong signs,
Death's muster his own death divines ;
Struggling for help, his best hope is
Herod's suspicion may heal his.
Therefore he sends a fiend to wake
The sleeping tyrant's fond mistake,
Who fears ( in vain) that He Whose birth
Means Heaven, should meddle with his Earth.
Muse! now the servant of soft loves no more,
Hate is thy theme, and Herod, whose unblest Hand (O, what dares not jealous greatness ?) tore
A thousand sweet babes from their mothers' breast,
The blooms of martyrdom. O, be a door
Of language to my infant lips, ye best
Of confessors; whose throats answering his swords,
Gave forth your blood for breath, spoke souls for
Great Anthony! Spain's well-beseeming pride,
Thou mighty branch of emperors and kings ;
The beauties of whose dawn what eye may bide ?
Which with the Sun himself weighs equal wings;
Map of heroic worth ! whom far and wide
To the believing world Fame boldly sings :
Deign thou to wear this humble wreath that bows, }
To be the sacred honour of thy brows.
Nor needs my Muse a blush, or these bright flowers
Other than what their own blest beauties bring;
They were the smiling sons of those sweet bowers,
That drink the dew of life, whose deathless spring,
Nor Syrian flame, nor Borean frost deflowers :
From whence heaven-labouring bees with busy wing,
Suck hidden sweets, which, well digested, proves
Immortal honey for the hive of loves.
Thou, whose strong hand with so transcendent worth,
Holds high the reign of fair Parthenope,
That neither Rome, nor Athens can bring forth
A name in noble deeds rival to thee!
Thy fame's full noise makes proud the patient Earth,
Far more than matter for my Muse and me.
The Tyrrhene Seas and shores sound all the same,
And in their murmurs keep thy mighty name.