Censure those Lovers so, whose will Who changes for the better still, The Reply. Shall I hopelesse then pursue A fair shaddow that still flyes me? A proud heart that doth despise me? Yet 'tis but a fruitlesse show. Shall I by the erring light Whilst these thoughts my Soul possesse, Reason passion would o'resway, So a Pilot bent to make Search for some unfound-out Land, But sail he which way he will The Loadstone to the North poynts still. The Vow. By my life I vow That my life art thou; By my Heart, and by my Eyes, But thy faith denyes To my juster oath t'incline, For thou sayest, I swear by thine. By this sigh I sweare, By this falling teare, By the undeserved paines, My grieved soul sustains, Thou mayest now believe my moan, On a Maid in love with a Youth blind of one Eye. Though a Sable Cloud benight Love begotten by pitty. 'Tis true your beauties which before Yet though you glory in th'increase Pity in thee, in me desire, First bred (before I durst but ayme The Bag of a Bee To have the sweet Bag of the Bee And whose the pretty prize should be, They vow'd to ask the Gods; And for their boldnesse stript them, And taking from them each his flame, To make much of Time. Gather your Rose-buds whilst you may, And that same flower that smiles to day The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he is getting, The sooner will his race be run, And neerer to his setting. That Age is best which is the first, When youth, and blood are warmer; And being spent, the worse and worst Then be not coy, but use your Time, On the Picture of Icarus in Wax. Now thee restores to life again; Ambitious flights, nor soar too nigh. For so thou mayst scorch'd by these beams, In ashes dye, as once in streams. The Farewell to Love, and to his Mistresse. What conscience say, is it in thee, When I a heart had one, To take away that heart from me, And to retain thy own? For shame and pity now incline Either to send me kindly thine, |