LOVE MAKES ALL LOVELY WHAT I FANCY I approve : WHA No dislike there is in love. Be my Mistress short or tall, Be She likewise one of those Be her cheeks so shallow too As to show her tongue wag through, And her grinders black as jet, Hath She thin hair, hath She none, She's to me a paragon. A VALENTINE CHOOSE ME your Valentine ! Next, let us marry ! Love to the death will pine Promise and keep your vows, Or vow you never ! Troth-breakers ever. You have broke promise twice, If you prove faithless thrice, None then will woo ye. TO WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT A FOUNTAIN REACH with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring! Or else, sweet Nymphs! do you but this: And I shall see by that one kiss RICHARD BRATHWAITE H A FIG FOR CARE APPY is that state of his Who the world takes as it is! Lose he honour, friendship, wealth, Lose he all that earth can give, Should I aught dejected be Or put finger in the eye When I see my Damon die? Or repine such should inherit More of honours than of merit? Or put on a sourer face To see Virtue in disgrace? Should I weep when I do try When they should the firmest be? Or think much when barren brains When in reason it were fit They had wealth unto their wit? Should I spend the morn in tears Branch his brow and break his sconce ; Or to hear her in her spleen Should I sigh because I see Both in church and commonweal? No! there's nought on earth I fear Thus to love, and thus to live, THOMAS GOFFE TO SLEEP DROP golden showers, gentle Sleep! And all ye Angels of the Night Which do us in protection keep, Death's now true image, for 'twill prove To this poor Queen that thou art he.: Her grave is made i' the bed of Love. Thus with sweet sweets can Heaven mix gall, And marriage turn to funeral. |