In a bed of reverend snow? Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering In sum, would'st see a man that can Whose latest, and most leaden hours, This rare one, reader, would'st thou see, THE BEGINNING OF HELIODORUS. HE smiling morn had newly waked the day, And tipp'd the mountains in a tender ray: When, on a hill, whose high imperious brow Looks down, and sees the humble Nile below Lick his proud feet, and haste into the seas, Through the great mouth that's named from Hercules, A band of men, rough as the arms they wore, Look'd round, first to the sea, then to the shore :— The shore that show'd them what the sea denied, Hope of a prey. There to the main land tied A ship they saw, no men she had; yet press'd Appear'd with other lading, for her breast Deep in the groaning waters wallowed Up to the third ring; o'er the shore was spread Marks of a fight alone, but feasting too; A miserable and a monstrous feast, Where hungry war had made himself a guest; CUPID'S CRYER. OUT OF THE GREEK. OVE is lost, nor can his mother Her little fugitive discover: She seeks, she sighs, but nowhere spies him ; Love is lost; and thus she cries him. O yes! if any happy eye This roving wanton shall descry: From Venus' lips; but as for him That brings him to me, he shall swim But lest your eye discerning slide, It boils out into cruelty And fraud: he makes poor mortals' hurts The objects of his cruel sports; With dainty curls his froward face Is crown'd about; but, O, what place, Though bare his skin, his mind he covers, With wanton wing, now here, now there, In the closet of their breast. Yet such a one as, Jove knows how, Of heav'n's highest arches to fall narrow. His torch imperious, though but small, Though thou see the crafty elf Tell down his silver drops unto thee, His fawning cheeks, look not that way: Start, and say the serpent hisses; Draw him, drag him, though he pray, Woo, intreat, and, crying, say Here's my quiver, shafts and bow; That, though it shines, 'tis fire, and will consume. IGH mounted on an ant, Nanus the tall Under th' unruly beast's proud feet he lies All torn; with much ado yet e'er he dies, He strains these words: Base envy, do laugh on, UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS'S ARMS. Ma HAT! Mars's sword! fair Cytherea, say, Why art thou arm'd so desperately to-day? Mars thou hast beaten naked, and, O, then, What need'st thou put on arms against poor men? 66 UPON THE SAME. ALLAS saw Venus arm'd, 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?" |