Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share 90 15 20 E. WALLER. TO CELIA Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise 5 Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, But thou thereon didst only breathe 10 Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, 15 B. JONSON. 91 CHERRY-RIPE There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow; There cherries grow which none may buy, Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, 5 They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow : 10 Her eyes like angels watch them still; 15 92 THE POETRY OF DRESS I A sweet disorder in the dress An erring lace, which here and there 5 10 A careless shoe-string, in whose tie Do more bewitch me, than when art R. HERRICK. 93 II Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows Next, when I cast mine eyes and see R. HERRICK. 5 94 III My Love in her attire doth shew her wit, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. ANON. 5 95 ON A GIRDLE That which her slender waist confined 5 A narrow compass! and yet there E. WALLER. 10 96 TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM Bid me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, 5 A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, 10 Or bid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep And, having none, yet I will keep Bid me despair, and I'll despair Or bid me die, and I will dare Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. HERRICK. 15 20 97 Love not me for comely grace, For those may fail, or turn to ill, 5 Keep therefore a true woman's eye, ANON. 98 Not, Celia, that I juster am For I would change each hour, like them, But I am tied to very thee 10 All that in woman is adored In thy dear self I find 10 For the whole sex can but afford Why then should I seek further store, When change itself can give no more, SIR C. SEDLEY. 15 |