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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.
OUT OF CATULLUS.
Come and let us live, my dear,
A thousand, and a hundred score,
As shall mock the envious eye.
Four teeth thou hadst that rank'd in goodly state,
The second, none.
This last cough, Ælia, cough'd out all thy fear,
UPON FORD'S TWO TRAGEDIES, "LOVE'S 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;
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.
UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS'S ARMS.
What? Mars's sword? fair Cytherea say,
UPON THE SAME.
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
Steps to the Temple.
Casting the times with their strong signs,
The sleeping tyrant's fond mistake,
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 words.
Great Anthony! Spain's well-beseeming pride,
Thou, whose strong hand with so transcendent worth,
That neither Rome, nor Athens can bring forth
To the believing world Fame boldly sings:
Deign thou to wear this humble wreath that bows, } To be the sacred honour of thy brows. 3
Nor needs my Muse a blush, or these bright flowers
That drink the dew of life, whose deathless spring,
From whence heaven-labouring bees with busy wing, Suck hidden sweets, which, well digested, proves Immortal honey for the hive of loves.
Thy fame's full noise makes proud the patient Earth,
The Tyrrhene Seas and shores sound all the same,