Serve always with assured trust,

And in thy fuit be humble true; Unless thy lady prove unjust,

Please never thou to choose anew.

When time shall serve, be thou not flack
To proffer, tho' she put it back.

The wiles and guiles that women work,
Diffembled with an outward fhew,

The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know;
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?

But foft; enough, too much (I fear)

Left that my miftrefs hear my fong:
She will not stick to round me on th' ear,
To teach my tongue to be fo long;
Yet will the blush, here be it said,
To hear her fecrets so betray'd.

SYMPATHIZING LOVE.

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May,

Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made;
Beasts did leap, and birds did fing,

Trees did grow, and plants did spring;

Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone.
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn;
And there fung the mournful'ft ditty,
That to hear it was great pity:
Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;
Tereu, tereu, by and by;

That to hear her so complain,

Scarce I could from tears refrain ;
For her griefs, fo lively shown,
Made me think upon my own.

Ah! (thought I) thou mourn'ft in vain ;
None takes pity on thy pain:

Senfelefs trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee,

King Pandion he is dead;

All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;
All thy fellow-birds do fing,
Careless of thy forrowing;

Whilft as fickle fortune smiled,
Thou and I were both beguiled;
Every one that flatters thee,
Is no friend to mifery.

Words are easy, like the wind,

Faithful friends are hard to find.
Every man will be thy friend

Whilft thou haft wherewith to spend :
But, if ftore of crowns be fcant,
No man will fupply thy want.

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 sleep;
Thus, of every grief in heart,
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain figns to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

SIR JOHN HARRINGTON.

SONNET.

WHENCE Comes my love, Oh heart, disclose!
'Twas from cheeks that shame the rofe;
From lips that fpoil the diamond's blaze.
Whence comes my woe, as freely own,
Ah me! 'twas from a heart of stone.

The blushing cheek fpeaks modeft mind,
The lips befitting words moft kind;
The 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 ftone.

Why thus my love fo kind befpeak

Sweet eye, fweet lip, fweet blushing cheek,
Yet not a heart to fave 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.

SIR PHILIP SYDNEY.

SONNE T.

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 darest not venture
In Charon's barge? a lover's mind
Muft ufe 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 the mute?
Silence fully grants thy fuit.
Doth fhe 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 fhe 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;

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