No; she must be perfect snow, RALEIGH. LOVE IN THE COUNTRY. DEAR, leave thy home and come with me, Here we will hunt, here we will range; Constant in love, our sports we'll change; Of hearts, if any change we make, I will have thine, thou mine shalt take. Here we will walk upon the lawns, 158 LOVE IN THE COUNTRY. The leaves a whisp'ring noise shall make, And while my herds about thee feed, And feed upon thy lovely look, For beauty hath no fairer book. It's not the weather, nor the air, Nor doth it rain when heaven lowers, But when you frown, then fall the showers. One sun alone moves in the sky,- Fair starry twins, scorn not to shine Thou shalt have wool, thou shalt have silk, PEMBROKE. FAIR VIRTUE. HAIL thou fairest of all creatures Upon whom the sun doth shine; Thrice all hail! and blessed be Those that love and honour thee. This, thy picture, therefore shew I Yet no fear of rival know I, For, the more make love to thee, I am no Italian lover, If thou mayst be won away, Yet, in this thou mayst believe me (So indifferent tho' I seem); Death with tortures would not grieve me, More than loss of thy esteem: For, if virtue me forsake, All a scorn of me will make. 160 PRAYER TO VENUS. Then, as I on thee relying 2. WITHER. PRAYER TO VENUS, IN HER TEMPLE AT STOWE. FAIR Venus, whose delightful shrine surveys If less my love exceeds all other love, Than Lucy's charms all other charms excel, Far from my breast each soothing hope remove, And there let sad despair for ever dwell. But if my soul is filled with her alone, No other wish or other object knows, Oh! make her, Goddess, make her all my own, And give my trembling heart secure repose. No watchful spies I ask to guard her charms; No walls of brass, no steel-defended door: Place her but once within my circling arms, Love's surest fort, and I will doubt no more! LORD LYTTLETON. SONG. SHALL I tell you whom I love? Nature did her so much right, As e'er yet embraced a heart. Wit she hath without desire To make known how much she hath; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath. L |