He would from my trencher feed, Then would hop, and then would run, ; And cry Philip when h' had done Oh! whofe heart can choose but bleed? Oh! how eager would he fight, And ne'er hurt tho' he did bite; He would fit, and mark and do His feathers o'er, now let them fall, Where will Cupid get his darts Not love, convey; Oh! let mournful turtles join With loving redbreafts, and combine To fing dirges o'er his stone.. SONG. WHILST early light fprings from the skies, A fairer from your bride doth rife; All o'er the bed, Clear fhame-fac'd beams, That spread in ftreams, And purple round the modeft air. I will not tell what shrieks and cries, Most peevishly, Did yielding fight, To keep all night, What she'd have proffer'd you ere morn! Fair, we know maids do refusfe Το grant what they do come to lofe; Intend a conqueft you that wed! They would be chastely ravished; Perfuade and woo. Know, pleasure's by extorting fed. O may her arms wax black and blue, From her full lip Pleasures as new As morning dew, Let those foft ties your hearts combine. SONG. COME, O Come, I brook no ftay, Hath blotted out the light, To be chafte, is to be old, And that foolish girl that's cold, Defires do write us green, And loofer flames our youth unfold. See, the first taper's almost gone! Thy flame like that will straight be none : And I as it expire, Unable to hold fire; She lofeth time that lies alone. O let us cherish then these powers, Whilft we yet may call them ours! SIR JOHN SUCKLING. SONG. WHY fo pale and wan, fond lover? Will, if looking well can't move her, Prithee, why fo pale? Why fo dull and mute, young finner ? Will, if speaking well can't win her, Prithee, why fo mute? Quit, quit for fhame; this will not meve, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her. The Devil take her! |