If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call ;
And with fuch-like flattering,
Pity but he was a king.”
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandment;
But if Fortune once do frown,
Then farewel his great renown:
They that fawn'd on him before
Ufe his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee at thy need;
If thou forrow, he will weep,
If thou wake, he cannot fleep;
Thus, of every grief in heart,
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain figns to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
WHENCE Comes my love, Oh heart, disclose!
'Twas from cheeks that shame the rose;
From lips that fpoil the diamond's blaze.
Whence comes my woe, as freely own,
Ah me! 'twas from a heart of ftone.
The blushing cheek speaks modeft mind,
The lips befitting words most kind;
eye doth tempt to love's defire, And seems to say 'tis Cupid's fire.
Yet all fo fair but speak my moan,
Syth nought doth fay the heart of stone.
Why thus my love fo kind befpeak
Sweet eye, fweet lip, fweet blushing cheek,
Yet not a heart to save my pain?
O Venus! take thy gifts again.
Make nought so fair to cause our moan,
Or make a heart that's like our own.
FAINT amorift! what, doft thou think
To tafte love's honey, and not drink
One dram of gall? or to devour
A world of fweet, and tafte no four?..
Doft thou ever think to enter.
Th' Elyfian fields, that dareft not venture
In Charon's barge? a lover's mind
Must use to fail with every wind!
He that loves, and fears to try,
Learns his mistress to deny.
Doth fhe chide thee? 'tis to fhew it
That thy coldness makes her do it.
Is the filent, is fhe mute?
Silence fully grants thy fuit.
Doth the pout and leave the room?
Then fhe goes to bid thee come.
Is fhe fick why then be fure,
She invites thee to the cure.
Doth the cross thy fuit with "No?”
Tufh fhe loves to hear thee woo.
Doth fhe call the faith of men
In question? nay, fhe loves thee then;
And if e'er she makes a blot,
She's loft if that thou hit'ft her not.
He that, after ten denials,
Dares attempt no farther trials,
Hath no warrant to acquire
The dainties of his chafte defire.
moft rich of fhade,
Where birds wanton mufic made,
May, then young, his pied weeds showing,
New perfum'd, with flow'rs fresh growing,
Aftrophel, with Stella fweet,
Did for mutual comfort meet;
Both within themselves opprefs'd,
But each in the other blefs'd.-
Him great harms had taught much care,
Her fair neck a foul yoke bare ;
But her fight his cares did banish,
In his fight her yoke did vanish.
Wept they had, alas, the while!
But now tears themselves did fmile;
Sigh they did, but now betwixt
Sighs of woe were glad fighs mix'd;
Their ears hungry of each word,
Which the dear tongue could afford.
"Stella! whofe voice, when it fingeth,
Angels to acquaintance bringeth;
Stella, in whose body is
Writ each character of bliss;
Whofe face all, all beauty paffeth,
Save thy mind, which that furpaffeth;
Grant-O grant-but fpeech, alas!
Fails me, fearing on to pass-
Grant, O dear, on knees I pray,
(Knees on ground he then did stay)
That not I, but, fince I love you,
Time and place for me may move you!
Never season was more fit,
Never room more apt for it!
Smiling air allows my reason,
The birds fing, "now use the season,"
This fmall wind, which so sweet is,
See how it the leaves doth kifs;
And, if dumb things be fo witty,
Shall a heavenly grace want pity?"
There, his hands, in their speech, fain Would have made tongue's language plain; But her hands, his hands repelling, Gave repulfe all grace excelling.
Then she spake; her speech was fuch
As not ears but heart did touch
While in fuchwife fhe love denied
As yet love the fignified.
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