Starve not yourself, because you may 'Tis gone, while we but say 'tis here! These curious locks, so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair and soul doth bind, Will change their auburn hue, and grow White and cold as winter's snow. That eye, which now is Cupid's nest, Will prove his grave; and all the rest Will follow; in the cheek, chin, nose, Nor lily shall be found, nor rose. And what will then become of all Those whom now you servants call? Like swallows, when your summer's done, They'll fly, and seek some warmer sun. Then wisely choose one to your friend, Whose love may (when your beauties end) Remain still firm: be provident, And think before the summer's spent Of following winter like the ant : In plenty hoard for time of scant, Call out, amongst the multitude For, when the storms of time have mov'd And yellow spread where red once shin'd; And old folks say there are no pains year And eagles change their aged plumes; O then be wise! and whilst your season Which will away, and doth together Both bud and fade, both blow and wither! SONG. Persuasions to enjoy. If the quick spirits in your eye Or, if that golden fleece must grow If those bright suns must know no shade, Nor your fresh beauties ever fade; Then fear not, Celia, to bestow What, still being gather'd, still must grow. Thus either Time his sickle brings Good Counsel to a young Maid. WHEN you the sun-burnt pilgrim see, He courts the crystal Nymphs, and flings His body to the earth, where he But when his sweaty face is drench'd In her cool waves, when from her sweet Bosom his burning thirst is quench'd, Then mark how with disdainful feet He kicks her banks, and from the place So shalt thou be despis'd, fair maid, When by the sated lover tasted! What first he did with tears invade Shall afterwards with scorn be wasted: When all thy virgin springs grow dry, When no streams shall be left but in thine eye. Disdain returned. He that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and stedfast mind, Hearts with equal love combin'd, Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes. * The Primrose. Ask me why I send you here This primrose, all bepearl'd with dew ;- The Inquiry. AMONGST the myrtles as I walk'd, |