CIV. THE PROPHECY. THE sea hath many thousand sands, It is in truth a pretty toy For babes to play withal; But O the honies of our youth A prophet that, Cassandra-like, For headstrong youth will run his race, Love's martyr, when his heat is past, Proves Care's confessor at the last. Robert Jones. CV. A LOVER'S ARGUMENT. LET not Chloris think, because Though others may her brow adore, Yet more must I that therein see far more More than to any others she can be. I can discern more secret notes That in the margin of her cheeks Love quotes Than any else besides have art to read; From those fair eyes but to me wonder breed. O then why Should she fly From him to whom her sight Doth add so much above her might? Why should not she Still joy to reign in me ?--Anon. CVI. AWAY, DELIGHTS! AWAY, delights, go seek some other dwelling, For I must die; Farewell, false Love; thy tongue is ever telling For ever let me rest now from thy smarts; And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee; mine was not so. Never again deluding Love shall know me, And all those griefs that think to over-grow me, Shall be as I: For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry "Alas! for pity stay, And let us die With thee; men cannot mock us in the clay." Beaumont and Fletcher. CVII. TO DAFFODILS. FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the Even-song; And, having pray'd together, we We have short time to stay, as you, As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.-R. Herrick. CVIII. THE EFFICACY OF DISDAIN. Now have I learn'd with much ado at last This was the mark at which I shot so fast, Unto this height I did aspire : Proud Love, now do thy worst and spare not, What hast thou left wherewith to move my mind, I count thy words and oaths as light as wind, I feel no heat in all thy fire: Go, change thy bow and get a stronger, Go, break thy shafts and buy thee longer. In vain thou bait'st thy hook with beauty's blaze, In vain thy wanton eyes allure; These are but toys for them that love to gaze, Some strange conceit must be devised, CIX. COUNSEL TO GIRLS. GATHER ye Rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; Then be not coy, but use your time; CX. ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. MORTALITY, behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here! Sleep within these heaps of stones; Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands; With the richest, royallest seed Since the first man died for sin; Here the bones of birth have cried, Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings : Here's a world of pomp and state Buried in dust, once dead by fate. F. Beaumont. |