He that question would anew, And a brief of that behold! Welcome! Welcome! do I sing! &c. LOVE who will; for I'll love none! It is an easy place to find; And women, sure, should know it! It is the Storehouse, where doth lie If the journey be so long, No woman will adventure! But dreading her weak vessel's wrong; Then may she sigh, and lie alone! THYRSIS' PRAISE OF HIS MISTRESS. On a hill, that graced the plain, Thus he tuned his oaten quill! 'VER hath made the pleasant field From fair ASTRA'S cherry lip, They, in pleasing, passen all. 'Leavy groves now mainly ring But when ASTRA tunes her voice, 'Fairly spreads the damask rose; Yet if ASTRA pass the bush, 'PHOEBUS, shining bright in sky, ASTRA's eyes, most sparkling ones! 'Fields are blest with flow'ry wreath; She each bird, when she doth sing! She makes marble fall in love! 'Those, blessings of the earth! we Swains do call: ASTRA can bless those blessings, earth, and all!' Not long agone a youthful Swain, Before Love's altar came, and did implore, The God him heard; and She began [before, Cloyed with much sweets, thus changed his note 'O let her love me less; or I like more!' SHALL I tell you, whom I love? Be assured, 'tis She, or none, 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! Full of pity as may be; Though perhaps not so, to me! Reason masters every sense; And her virtues grace her birth! Modest, in her most of mirth! Such She is! and if you know Be She brown! or fair! or so VENUS, by ADONIS' side, Crying kissed, and kissing cried, Wrung her hands, and tore her hair; For ADONIS dying there. 'Stay!' quoth she, 'O, stay and live! Nature, surely, doth not give To the earth her sweetest flowers, On his face, still as he bled, 'Fair PROSERPINA,' quoth she, 'Shall not have thee yet from me! Nor thy soul, to fly begin; While my lips can keep it in!' Here she ceased again. And some |