ΤΗ ON A GIRDLE HAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there Edmund Waller. I TO MY LOVE PR'YTHEE send me back my heart, For if from yours you will not part, Yet now I think on't, let it lie; Why should two hearts in one breast lie, But love is such a mystery I can not find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am in most doubt. Then farewell care, and farewell woe, I will no longer pine; For I'll believe I have her heart, As much as she has mine. Sir John Suckling. TO ALTHEA (FROM PRISON) WHEN Love with unconfined wings WHEN And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; The birds that wanton in the air When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses bound, When, like committed linnets, I When I shall voice aloud how good Stone walls do not a prison make, Richard Lovelace. H SONG EARS not my Phyllis how the birds They tell their passion in their words; Must I alone be mute? Phyllis, without frown or smile, Sat and knotted all the while. The god of love in thy bright eyes So many months in silence past, Might well deserve one word at last Must then your faithful swain expire, And not one look obtain, Which he, to soothe his fond desire, Phyllis, without frown or smile, Sat and knotted all the while. Sir Charles Sedley. THE DESPAIRING LOVER D' ISTRACTED with care, Poor Damon, her lover, No longer to languish, When, in rage, he came there, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting That a lover forsaken A new lover may get; But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And that he could die But that he could live But as long as he could; How grievous soever The torment might grow, |