As faithful friendship mov'd my tongue,

Your fecret love and favour crave, And, as I never did you wrong,

This laft requeft so let me have; Let no man know that I did move, Let no man know that I did love.

That will I fay, this is the worst,
When this is faid, then all is past ;
Thou, proud Aviza, wert the first,
Thou, hard Aviza, art the last.
Though thou in forrow make me dwell,
Yet love will make me wish thee well.

C. MARLOW.

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.

COME live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we fit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks;
By fhallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds fing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant pofies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,

Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle;
gown made of the finest wool,

A

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the pureft gold;
A belt of ftraw and ivy buds,
With coral clafps and amber ftuds:
And if these pleasures may

thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd fwains fhall dance and fing,
For thy delight, each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

A FRAGMENT

FROM ENGLAND'S PARNASSUS.

I WALKED along a stream, for pureness rare,
Brighter than funfhine, for it did acquaint
The dulleft fight with all the glorious prey,
That in the pebble-paved channel lay.

No molten chrystal, but a richer mine,
E'en nature's rarest alchemy ran there,
Diamonds refolv’d, and substance more divine,
Through whofe bright gliding current might ap-.

pear

A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine,

Enamelling the banks, made them more dear
Than ever was that glorious palace-gate,
Where the day-fhining fun in triumph fate.

Upon this brim, the eglantine and rose,

The tamarisk, olive, and the almond tree, As kind companions in one union grows, Folding their twind'ring arms, as oft we fee Turtle-taught lovers, either other clofe, Lending to dulnefs feeling fympathy.

And as a coftly vallance o'er a bed,

So did their garland tops the brook o'erspread,

Their leaves, that differ'd both in shape and show, Though all were green, yet difference such in

green,

Like to the checker'd bent of Iris' bow,

Prided the running main, as it had been

LORD BROOK.

I, WITH whofe colours Myra drest her head,
I, that wore pofies of her own hand-making,
I, that mine own name in the chimnies read,
By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking,
Muft I look on, in hope time coming may
With change bring back my turn again to play?

I that on Sunday at the church-ftile found

A garland sweet, with true-love-knots in flow'rs, Which I to wear about my arm was wont,

That each of us might know that all was ours,
Muft I now lead an idle life in wishes,
And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes ?

I, that did wear the ring her mother left,
I, for whofe love the gloried to be blamed,
I, with whofe eyes her eyes committed theft,

I, who did make her blush when I was named, Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked, Watching with fighs till dead love be awaked?

I, that when drowfy Argus fell asleep,
Like jealoufy o'er-watched by defire,
Was ever warned modefty to keep,

While her breath speaking kindled nature's fire, Muft I look on a-cold while others warm them? Do Vulcan's brothers in such fine nets arm them ?