то WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT. SONG In the Lady Errant. carve our loves in myrtle rinds, And yet not know how, whence, or why; FALSEHOOD. STILL do the stars impart their light To those that travel in the night; Still time runs on, nor doth the hand Or shadow of the dial stand: The streams still glide and constant are; Only thy mind Untrue I find, Neglects to be Like stream or shadow, hand or star. LESBIA ON HER SPARROW. TELL me not of joys, there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He would chirp and flatter me; He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, He would catch a crumb, and then Would moisture sip; He would from my trencher feed, Then would hop, and then would run, Oh! whose heart can choose but bleed? Oh! how eager would he fight, But on my glass He would sit, and mark and do His feathers o'er, now let them fall, Where will Cupid get his darts Not love, convey; Oh! let mournful turtles join With loving redbreasts, and combine To sing dirges o'er his stone. 1 WHY SIR JOHN SUCKLING. SONG. HY so pale and wan, fond lover? Will, if looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale ? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame; this will not move, This cannot take her ; If of herself she will not love, The Devil take her! SONG. HONEST lover whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wavering thought, if thy flame Were not still even, still the same; Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If, when she appears i' th' room, Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, And in striving this to cover Dost not speak thy words twice over; Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Vol. I. If fondly thou dost not mistake, And all defects for graces take; Persuad'st thyself that jests are broken, When she hath little or nothing spoken; Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If by this thou dost discover And, desiring to love true, Thou dost begin to love anew, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. SONG. "TIS now, since I sat down before That foolish fort, a heart, (Time strangely spent!) a year and more, And still I did my part. Made my approaches, from her hand And did already understand The language of her eyes. Proceeded on with no less art, When this did nothing, I brought down A thousand thousand to the town, I then resolv'd to starve the place, To draw her out and from her strength, And brought myself to lie, at length, When I had done what man could do, The enemy lay quiet too, And smil'd at all was done. I sent to know from whence, and where, A spy inform'd, honour was there, And did command in chief. March, march (quoth I); the word straight give, Let's lose no time, but leave her; That giant upon air will live, And hold it out for ever. To such a place our camp remove I hate a fool that starves her love, |