And stroake his radiant checkes; one timely kisse
Will kill his anger, and revive my blisse.
So to the treasure of thy pearly deaw,

Thrice will I pay three teares, to show how true

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My griefe is; so my wakefull lay shall knocke

At th' orientall gates, and duly mocke

The early larkes' shrill orizons, to be

An anthem at the Daye's nativitie.

And the same rosie-finger'd hand of thine,

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That shuts Night's dying eyes, shall open mine.

But thou, faint God of Sleepe, forget that I

Heire of the sun's first beames. Why threat'st thou so? Why dost thou shake thy leaden scepter? goe,

Bestow thy poppy upon wakefull Woe,

Sicknesse, and Sorrow, whose pale lidds ne're know
Thy downie finger; dwell upon their eyes,
Shut in their teares: shut out their miseries.

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NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS.

In 1646, line 1, for shall' reads 'will:' ib. in HARLEIAN MS. as before, 'my' for the Muse ;' which I adopt here, but not in next line: line 9, ib. thy: line 11, illustrious is lustrous, radiant: HARLEIAN MS. as before, line 19, this my humble :' line 20, 1646 misprints raptures: line 27, 1670 has and

If those sharpe rayes putting on

Points of death, bid Love be gon:
(Though the Heavens in counsell sate
To crowne an uncontroulèd fate,
Though their best aspects twin'd upon
The kindest constellation,

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Cast amorous glances on his birth,
And whisper'd the confederate Earth
To pave his pathes with all the good,
That warmes the bed of youth and blood)
Love hath no plea against her eye:
Beauty frownes, and Love must dye.

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But if her milder influence move,

And gild the hopes of humble Love:

(Though Heaven's inauspicious eye
Lay blacke on Love's nativitie;

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Though every diamond in Iove's crowne
Fixt his forehead to a frowne :)
Her eye, a strong appeale can giue,
Beauty smiles, and Love shall live.

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II

in the . the with H-NEY

Loves

A SONG :

OUT OF THE ITALIAN.'

To thy lover

Deere, discover

That sweet blush of thine that shameth

-When those roses

It discloses

From thy eyes he shoots his arrowes :
Where Apollo

Cannot follow:

Featherd with his mother's sparrowes.

1 Appeared originally in the 'Delights' of 1646 (pp. 123-4), along with the other two (pp. 125-6): reprinted in 1648 (pp. 35-7) and 1670 (pp. 117-19). Our text is that of 1648; but all agree. G.