Yet free and full as is that sheaf
Of sunbeams gilding every leaf
When now the tyrant heat expires

And his cool'd locks breathe milder fires!

And as the parcel'd glories he doth shed
Are the fair issues of his head,

Which, ne'er so distant, are soon known
By the heat and lustre for his own,
So may each branch of yours we see
Your copies and our wonders be!

And when no more on earth you may remain,
Invited hence to heaven again,

Then may your virtuous virgin-flames
Shine in those heirs of your fair names,
And teach the world that mystery –
Yourselves in your posterity!

So you to both worlds shall rich presents bring; And, gather'd up to heaven, leave here a Spring.

THOMAS STANLEY

I

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PRITHEE let my heart alone! Since now 'tis raised above thee, Not all the beauty thou dost own Again can make me love thee.

He that was shipwreck'd once before
By such a Syren's call,

And yet neglects to shun that shore,
Deserves his second fall.

Each flattering kiss, each tempting smile, Thou dost in vain bestow,

Some other lovers might beguile

Who not thy falsehood know.

But I am proof against all art:
No vows shall e'er persuade me
Twice to present a wounded heart
To her that hath betray'd me.

Could I again be brought to love
Thy form, though more divine,
I might thy scorn as justly move
As now thou sufferest mine.

Safely may this fear despise :
How can She

See our actions, who wants eyes?

And the clearer lights, we know,
Night's eyes are:

They were blind that thought her so.

And, though blind, to give us sight.

CHARISSA By this shade,

That surrounds us, might our flame

A KISS I BEGG'D, and thou didst join

Thy lips to mine;

Then, as afraid, snatch back their treasure
And mock my pleasure.

Again! my Dearest ! - for in this
Thou only gavest desire, and not a kiss.

JOHN HALL

ЕРІТАРН

On a Gentleman and his Wife who died both within a very few days.

'HRICE happy pair! who had and have

THRICE

Living one bed, now dead one grave :
Whose love being equal, neither could
A life unequal wish to hold;

But left a question, whether one
Did follow 'cause her mate was gone,
Or the other went before to stay
Till that his fellow came away :
So that one pious tear now must
Besprinkle either parent's dust,
And two great sorrows jointly run
And close into a larger one,
Or rather turn to joy, to see
The burial but the wedding be.

R. FLETCHER.

AN EPITAPH

ON HIS DECEASED FRIEND.

HERE LIES the ruin'd Cabinet

Of a rich Soul more highly set : The dross and refuse of a Mind Too glorious to be here confined. Earth for a while bespoke his stay, Only to bait, and so away :

So that what here he doated on

Was merely accommodation.

Not that his active soul could be

At home but in eternity,

Yet, while he bless'd us with the rays

Of his short-continued days,

Each minute had its weight of worth,

Each pregnant hour some star brought forth.
So, while he travel'd here beneath,
He lived when others only breathe:
For not a sand of time slipp'd by
Without its action sweet as high.
So good, so peaceable, so bless'd,-
Angels alone can speak the rest.