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Serre always with assured trust,
If that one be prodigal, And in thy suit be humble, true;
Bountiful they will him call : Unless thy lady prove unjust,
And with such like flattering, Press never thou to choose anew :
“ Pily but he were a king.” When time shall serve, be thou not slack To proffer, though she put thee back.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice; The wiles and guiles that women work,
If to women he be bent, Dissembled with an outward show,
They have him at commandement; The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
But if fortune once do frown, The cock that treads them shall not know. Then farewell his great renown: Have you not heard it said full oft,
They that fawn'd on him before, A roman's nay doth stand for nought?.
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed, Think women still to thrive with men,
He will help thee in thy need ; To sin, and never for to saint:
If thou sorrow, he will weep; There is no Heaven, by holy then,
If thou wake, he cannot sleep: When time with age shall them attaint.
Thus of every grief in heart Were kisses all the joys in bed,
He with thee doth bear a part. One woman would another wed.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful frier.d from flattering foe.
Take, oh, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn; To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
And I ose e yes, he break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn: XVIIL
But any kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which thy frozen bosom bears, Which a grove of myrtles made,
On whose tops the pinks that grow, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Are of those that April wears. Trees did grow, and plants did spring :
But first set my poor heart free, Every thing did banish moan,
Bound in those icy chains by thee. Sare the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
XX. Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, fod there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
Let the bird of loudest lay, That to hear it was great pity :
On the sole Arabian tree, * Fie, fie, fie,” now would she cry,
Herald sad and trumpet be,, " Teru, Teru,” by and by :
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou shrieking harbinger,
From this session interdict
That to bear ber so complain,
Let the priest in surplice white,
And thou, treble-dated crow,
Here the anthem doth commence:
So they lov'd, as love in twain
Upon her head a platted hive of straw, Had the essence but in one;
Which fortify'd her visage from the Sun, Two distincts, division none:
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw Number there in love was slain.
'The carcass of a beauty spent and done.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun, Hearts remote, yet not asunder ;
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of Heaven's fell rage, Distance, and no space was seen
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age. "Twixt the turtle and his queen : But in them it were a wonder.
Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters, So between them love did sbine,
Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine That the turtle saw his right
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears, Flaming in the phenix' sight:
And often reading what contents it bears ; Either was the other's mine.
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.
Sometimes her level'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend; Neither two nor one was call'd.
Sometime diverted their poor balls are ty'd
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend Reason, in itself confounded,
Their view right on; anon their gazes tend Saw division grow togetber;
To every place at once, and no where fix’d, To themselves yet either-neither,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd. Simple were so well compounded ;
Her hair, nor loose, nor ty'd in formal plat, That it cried, “ how true a twain
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride; Seemeth this concordant one!
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheav'd hat, Love hath reason, reason pone,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside ; If what parts can so remain.”
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And true to bondage, would not break from thence, Whereupon it made this threne
Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of bedded jet,
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarchs' hands, that let not bounty fall Grace in all simplicity,
Where want cries some, but where excess begs all, Here enclos'd in cinders lic.
Of folded schedules had she many a one, Death is now the phenix' nest;
Which she perus’d, sigh’d, tore, and gave the flood; And the turtle's loyal breast
Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone, To eternity doth rest,
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud
Found yet more letters sadly pen'd in blood, Leaving no posterity :
With sleided silk feat and affectedly 'T was not their infirmity,
Enswath’d, and seal’d to curious secresy. It was married chastity.
These often bath'd she in her luxive eyes, Truth may seem, but cannot be;
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear ; Beauty brag, but 't is not she;
Cry'd, “O false blood! thou register of lies, Truth and beauty bury'd be.
What unapproved witness dost thou bear! (here!”
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned To this urn let those repair
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents, That are either true or fair';
Big discontent so breaking their contents.
A reverend man, that graz'd his cattle nigh,
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew;
And, privileg'd by age, desires to know
In brief, the grounds and motives of her woe.
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
Her grievance with his hearing to divide: Ere long espy'd a fickle maid full pale,
If that from him there may be aught apply'd Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twaiu,
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage, Storming her world with sorrow's wiud and rain. "Tis promis'd in the charity of age.
" Father," she says, '" though in me you behold “ Many there were that did his picture get, The injury of many a blasting hour,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind; Let it not tell your judgment I am old ;
Like fools that in the imagination set Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
The goodly objects which abroad they find imight as yet have been a spreading flower, Of lands and mansions, their's in thought assign'd; Fresh to myself, if I had self-apply'd
And labouring in more pleasures to bestow them, Love to myself, and to no love beside.
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them: " But woe is me! too early I attended
“ So many have, that never touch'd his band, A youthful suit (it was to gain my grace)
Sweetly suppos'd them mistress of his heart. Of one by Nature's outwards so commended, My woeful self, that did in freedom stand, That maiden's eyes sluck over all his face: And was my own fee-simple, (not in part) Lore lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place; What with his art in youth, and youth in art, And when in his fair parts she did abide,
Threw my affections in his charmed power, She was new lodg’d, and newly deified.
Reserv'd the stalk, and gave him all my flower. " His browny locks did hang in crooked curls; “ Yet did I not, as some my equals did, And every light occasion of the wind
Demand of him, nor being desired, yielded ; Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
Finding myself in honour so forbid, What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find :
With safest distance I mine bonour shielded : Fach eye that saw him did enchant the mind; Experience for me many bulwarks builded For on his visage was in little drawn,
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foi Wbat largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn. Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil. “ Small show of man was yet upon his chin; His phenix down began but to appear,
“ But ah! who ever shun'd by precedent Like onshorn velvet, ou that termless skin,
The destin'd ill she must herself assay ?
Or forc'd examples, 'gainst her own content,
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay ;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen. " His qualities were beauteous as his form, For maiden-tongu'd he was, and thereof free;
“ Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood, Yet, if men mov'd him, was he such a storm
That we must curb it upon others' proof, As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
To be forbid the sweets that seem so good, When winds breathe sweet, urruly though they be. For fear of harms that preach in our behoof. His rudeness so with his authoriz'd youth,
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof! Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though reason weep, and cry it is thy last. * Well could be ride, and often men would say,
That borse his mettle from his rider takes : « For further I could say, this man 's untrue, Proud of sabjection, noble by the sway,
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew, he makes !
Saw how deceits were gujled in his smiling ; And controversy hence a question takes,
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; Whether the horse by him became his deed, Thought, characters, and words, merely but art, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart. " But quickly on this side the verdict went; “ And long upon these terms I held my city, His real habitude gave life and grace
Till thus he'gan besiege me: 'Gentle mad, To appertainings and to ornament,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity, Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case:
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
“ • All my offences that abroad you see, All kind of arguments and question deep,
Are errours of the blood, none of the mind: All replication prompt, and reason strong,
Love made them not; with acture they may be, For his advantage still did wake and sleep: Where neither party is nor true nor kind: To make the wecper laugh, the laugher weep, They sought theirshame that so their shame did find ; He had the dialect and different skill,
And so much less of shame in me remains, Catching all passions in his craft of will;
By how inuch of me their reproach contains. " That he did in the general bosom reign " • Among the many that mine eyes have seen, Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted, Not one whose flame my heart so much aswarm’d, To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain Or my affection put to the smallest teen, la personal daty, following where he haunted : Or any of my leisures ever charmd: Coosents bewitch'd, ere be desire, have granted; Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd; And dialogu'd for him what he would say,
Kept bearts in liveries, but mine own was free, Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.
"Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent “• My parts had power to charm a sacred sun,
All vows and consecrations giving place.
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor contine,
How coidly those impediments stand forth (Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd) Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame? With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, And deep-brain's sonnets that did amplify
'gainst shame, Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality. And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of ail forces, shocks, and fears. " " The diamond; why 't was beautiful and hard, Whereto his invis'd properties did tend ;
«« Now all these hearts that do on mine depend, The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine, Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
And supplicant their sighs to you extend, The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend And leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine, With objects manifold; each several stone,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design, With wit well blazon’d, smild or made some moan.
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath,
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.' « « Lo! all these tropbies of affections hot,
“ This said, his watery eyes he did dismount, Of peosiv'd and subdued desires the tender,
Whose sights till then were leveld on my face ; Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not, But yield them up where I myself must render,
Fach cheek a river running from a fount
With brinish current downward fow'd apace:
O how the channel to the stream gave gr..ce!
Who, glaz'd with crystal, gate the glowing roses
That flame through water which their hue encloses. 56 « O tben advance of yours that phraseless hand,
“ O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise; In the small orb of one particular tear! Take all these similies to your own command, But with the inundation of the eyes Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise ;
What rocky heart to water will not wear? What me your minister, for you obeys,
What breast so cold that is not warmed here? Works under yon; and to your audit comes O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath, Their distract parcels in combined sums.
Both fire from bence and chill extincture hath ! «Lo! this device was sent me from a nun, “ For lo! his passion, but an art of craft, Or sister sanctified of boliest note;
Even there resolv'd my reason into tears; Which late her noble suit in court did shun, There my white stole of chastity I daft, Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote; Shook off my sober guards, and civil fears; For she was sought by spirits of richest coat, Appear to him, as he to me appears, But kept cold distance, and did thence remove, All melting; though our drops this difference bore, To spend her living in eternal love.
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore, « « But O, my sweet, what labour is 't to leave " In him a plenitude of subtle matter, The thing we have not, mastering what pot strives ? Apply'd to cautels, all strange forms receives, Playing tbe place which did no form receive, Of burning blushes, or of weeping water, Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves : Or swooning paleness; and be takes and leaves, She that her fame so to herself contrives,
In either's aptness as it best deceives, The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,
To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes, And makes her absence yaliant, not her might. Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows. “. O pardon me, in that my boast is true; “ That not a heart which in his level came, The accident which brought me to her eye, Conld scape the bail of his all-burting aim, Upon the moment did her force subdue,
Showing fair Nature is both kind and tame; And now she would the caged cloister fly:
And veil'd in them, would win whom he would maim : Religious love put ont religion's eye:
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim ; Not to be tempted, would she be enmurd,
When he most burnt in heart-wish'd luxury, And now, to tempt all, liberty procur'd.
He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity, « • How mighty then you are, O hear me tell ! “ Thus merely with the garment of a grace The broken bosoms that to me belong,
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd, Have emptied all their fountains in my well, That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place, And mine I pour your ocean all among :
Which, like a cherubin, above them hover d. I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong, Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'a ? Must for your victory us all congest,
Ah me! I fell; and get do question inake As compound love to physic your cold breast. What I should do again for such a sake.
“O, that infected moisture of his eye,
Thou, for whom [e'en] Jove would swear O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, Juno but an Æthiop were; O, that forc'd thander from his heart did Ay, And deny himself for Jove, 0, that sad breath his spungy lungs bestow'd, Turning mortal for thy love." O, all that borrowed motion, seemiug ow'd, Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, And new pervert a reconciled maid !”
AT THE END OF LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
VRON AS YOU LIKE IT.
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white,
And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he ;
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, Thou art not so unkind
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, As man's ingratitude !
When turtles tread and rooks and daws, Thy tooth is not so keen,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks; Because thou art not seen,
The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men, for thus sings he;
Unpleasing to a married ear!
Preeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot!
Heigh, ho! &c. &c.
AT THE END OF LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;
IN ENGLAND'S HELICON, AND LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
Os a day, (alack the day!)
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
SONG OF FAIRIES.
BY PUCK IN MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DRBAY.
1 " Was.” Eng. Hel.
Shepherd.” Eng. Hel. 1" Alas my hand bath.” Eng. Hel. * These two lines wanting in Eng. Hel.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the Moon,
All with weary task foredone.
“ My.” Eag. Heb