Plain in thy neatness? O how oft fhall he Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, To whom thou untry'd seem'st fair. Me in my To the ftern God of Sea. vow'd SONNE T S. SONNET I. To the Nightingale. Nightingale, that on yon bloomy fpray Warbl'st at eeve, when all the woods are ftill, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart doft fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. eye of day, Thy liquid notes that close the First heard before the fhallow Cuccoo's bill Portend fuccefs in love; O, if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy foft lay, Now timely fing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom in fome grove ny; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief; yet hadft no reason why, Whether the Mufe, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I ferve, and of their train am I. Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora SONNE T. II. Qual in colle afpro, al imbrunir di fera Deh! fofs' il mio cuor lento e'l duro feno bald weki CANZONE. RIdonfi donne e giovani amorofi M accoftandofi attorno, e perche fcrivi, Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma 1403 SONNET IV. Diodati, e te'l diro con maraviglia, Quel ritrofo io ch' amor fpreggiar folea Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglias E degli occhi fuoi auventa fi gran fusce R 3 SONNET V. Per certo i bei voftr' occhi, Donna mia Scoffo mi il petto, e poi n" ufcendo poco SONNET VI Giovane piano, e femplicetto amante Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio fono, Madonna a voi del mio cuor humil dono Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante L'habbi fedele, intrepido, coftante, De penfieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono ; Tanto del forfe, e d' invidia ficuro, Di timori, e speranze al popol use Quanto d' ingegno, e d'alto valor vago,. E di cetra fonora, e delle mufe: Sal troverete in tal parte men dura Ove amor mife l'infanabil aga. SONNET VII. On his being arriv'd to his 23d Year. How foon hath Time, the futtle thief of youth, And inward ripenefs doth much less appear, It fhall be ftill in strictest measure ev'n To that fame lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Talk-mafter's eye. SONNET VIII. To the Soldier, to fpare his Dwelling-place. Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whofe chance on thefe defenceless doors may feafe, If ever deed of honour did thee please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on fuch gentle acts as these; And he can fpread thy name o'er lands and feas, Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy fpear against the Mufes bowre, The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The houfe of Pindarus, when temple and towre Went to the ground: and the repeated air Of fad Electra's Poet had the power To fave th' Athenian walls from ruin bare. |