So love's the Resultance of all the Graces Chl. Hilas the Birds which chant in this Grove For love their breasts doth fill with such a fire, Hil. Chloris this change the Birds do approve, To be ingraven under the Queens Picture. Such Helen was, and who can blame the Boy How the Violets came blew. The Violets, as poets tell, With Venus wrangling went Whether the Violets did excell Or she in sweetest scent; But Venus having lost the day And beat you so, as some do say Her Blowes did make you blew. Violets in a Ladyes Bosome, Twice happy Violets, that first had birth In the warm Spring, when no Frosts nip the Earth; And yet poor Flowers, I pity your hard Fate; An old Man, to a young Maid. Scorn me not fair, because you see My hairs are white; what if they be? Be taught by them, and so lets joyn. To the Wife, being married to that old man. Since thou wilt needs, bewitch'd with some ill charms Be buryed in those monumental Arms, All we can wish, is, may his Earth lye light Upon thy tender limbs, and so good night. The Surprisal, or Loves Tyranny. There's no dallying with Love Lately with the Boy I sported, When I saw my fair one first, But true flames my poor heart pierc'd, For my counterfeited look. Slighted love his skill to show And thus captiv'd found that true, 'Cause his fetters I disclaim'd, And my sighs more scalding made, Who love not then, O make no show; Fly the boy, hee'l cogge and woe; False love wants not real pain. On the Eyes and Breasts of the Lady on whom he was inamoured. Lady, on your eyes I gaz'd, Then that two such fair worlds might On an old Batchelour. Mop-ey'd I am, as some have said, On Love. Love scorch'd my finger, but did spare The burning of my heart, To tell me that in love my share Should be a little part; Little I love, but if that he Would but that heat recall, That Joynt to Ashes burnt should be, E're I would love at all. Vertue improved by suffering. 'Tis but the body that blind fortune's spight Can chayn to earth, the nobler soul doth slight Her servile bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight. So heav'n through dark clouds lightneth, whiles the shade Is but a file to its bright splendour made; So starrs with greater lustre might invade. J |