Amor lo volfe, ed io a l'altrui peso Seppi ch Amor cofa mai volse indarmo. Deh! fofs' il mio cuor lento e'l duro feno A chi pianta dal ciel fi buon terreno. CANZONE. R Idonfi donne e giovani amorefi M' accoftandofi attorno, e perche fcrivi, Spuntari ad her, ad hor a la tua chioma SONNET IV. Diodati, e te'l dirò con maraviglia, Quel ritrafo io ch'amor spregiar filea E de fuoi lacci fpeffo mi ridea Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia. Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermiglia SONNET V... Per certo i bei voftr'occhi, Donna mik Scoffo mi il petto, e poi n'ufcendo poco M SONNET VI. Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante De penfieri leggiadro, accorto, e buono ; Tanto del forfe, e d'invidia ficuro, Di timori, e fperanze al popol ufe SONNET VII. On his being arriv'd to his 23d Year. How foon hath Time, the futtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hafting days flie on with full career, But my late fpring no bud or bloffom fhew'th. Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely happy fpirits indu'th. 1 Yet be it lefs or more, or foon or flow, It shall be still in ftri&teft measure ev'n, To that fame lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n; All is, if I have grace to use it fo, As ever in my great task-Master's eye. SONNET VIII. To the Soldier,to Spare his Dwelling-place. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may sease, If ever deed of honour did thee please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call Fame on such gentle acts as these, SONNET IX. Lady that in the prime of earliest youth, And with those few art eminently feen, To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, And Hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be fuze Thou, when the bridegroom with his feaftful friends Paffes to blifs at the mid hour of night, Haft gain'd thy entrance Virgin wife and pure. To the Lady Margaret Lee, Daughter to the Earl of Marlborough. Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of England's Council, and her Treasury, Who liv'd in both, unftain'd with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himself content, Till the fad breaking of that Parliament Broke him, as that dishonest victory At Charonea, fatal to Liberty, Kill'd with report that Old man eloquent, Though later born, than to have known the days Wherein your Father flourisht, yet by you, Madam, methinks I fee him living yet; So well your words his noble virtues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, and to poffefs them, Honour'd Margares. |