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LOVE ADMITS NO RIVAL.

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No; she must be perfect snow,
In effect as well as show;
Warming but as snow-balls do,
Not like fire, by burning too:
But when she by change has got
To her heart a second lot;
Then, if others share with me,
Farewell her, whate'er she be!

RALEIGH.

LOVE IN THE COUNTRY.

DEAR, leave thy home and come with me,
That scorn the world for love of thee;
Here we will live, within this park,
A court of joy and pleasure's ark.

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,
And see the tripping of the fawns:
And all the deer shall wait on thee,
Thou shalt command both them and me.

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LOVE IN THE COUNTRY.

The leaves a whisp’ring noise shall make,
Their music-notes the birds shall wake;
And while thou art in quiet sleep,
Through the green wood shall silence keep.

And while my herds about thee feed,
Love's lessons in thy face I'll read,
And feed upon thy lovely look,
For beauty hath no fairer book.

It's not the weather, nor the air,
It is thyself, that is so fair;
Nor doth it rain when heaven lowers,
But when you frown, then fall the showers.

One sun alone moves in the sky,
Two suns thou hast, one in each eye;
Only by day that sun gives light,-
Where thine doth rise there is no night.

Fair starry twins, scorn not to shine
Upon my lambs, upon my kine:
My grass doth grow, my corn and wheat,
My fruit, my vines, thrive by their heat.

Thou shalt have wool, thou shalt have silk,
Thou shalt have honey, wine, and milk ;
Thou shalt have all, for all is due
Where thoughts are free and love is true.

PEMBROKE.

FAIR VIRTUE.

HAIL thou fairest of all creatures
Upon whom the sun doth shine;
Model of all rarest features,
And perfections most divine.

Thrice all hail! and blessed be
Those that love and honour thee.

This, thy picture, therefore shew I
Naked unto every eye,
Yet no fear of rival know I,
Neither touch of jealousy;

For, the more make love to thee,
I the more shall pleased be.

I am no Italian lover,
That will mew thee in a jail ;
But, thy beauty I discover,
English-like, without a veil :

If thou mayst be won away,
Win and wear thee he that may.

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.

PRAYER TO VENUS

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Then, as I on thee relying
Do no changing fear in thee;
So, by my defects supplying,
From all changing keep thou me.

That, unmatched we may prove,
Thou, for beauty; I, for love.

7. WITHER.

PRAYER TO VENUS,

IN HER TEMPLE AT STOWE.

Fair Venus, whose delightful shrine surveys

Its front reflected in the silver lake, These humble offerings, which thy servant pays, Fresh flowers and myrtle-wreaths propitious

take!

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.

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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!

Hearken then a while to me,
And if such a woman move,

As I now shall versify;
Be assured 'tis she, or none,
That I love, and love alone.

Nature did her so much right,

As she scorns the help of art
In as many virtues dight

As e'er yet embraced a heart.
So much good so truly tried,
Some for less were deified.

Wit she hath without desire

To make known how much she hath;
And her anger flames no higher

Than may fitly sweeten wrath.

L

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