To have our hopes with fears still check'd, A lover's absence say. Love but one. SEE these two little brooks that slowly creep But, since it broke itself, and double glides, O Chloris, think how this presents thy love! We happy shepherds thence did thrive, and 'prove, But since 't hath been imparted to one more, Our common Muse is thence grown low and And mine as lean as these my sheep. poor, But think withal what honour thou hast lost, Which we did to the full stream pay! Whilst now that swain that swears he loves thee most Slakes but his thirst and goes away! FALSEHOOD. [An Extract.] STILL do the stars impart their light Or shadow on the dial stand: The streams still glide and constant are : Only thy mind Untrue I find, Which carelessly Neglects to be Like stream or shadow, hand or star. Lesbia on her Sparrow. TELL me not of joy! there's none, Now my little sparrow's gone: He, just as you, Would sigh and woo, He would chirp and flatter me; He would hang the wing a while, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be! He would catch a crumb, and then He from my lip Would moisture sip, He would from my trencher feed; Then would hop, and then would run, And cry Phillip when he'd done; Oh! whose heart can choose but bleed? Oh! how eager would he fight, And ne'er hurt though he did bite. No morn did pass, But on my glass He would sit, and mark, and do What I did; now ruffle all His feathers o'er, now let them fall, And then straightway sleek them too. Whence will Cupid get his darts Not love, convey, Now this faithful bird is gone. Oh! let mournful turtles join With loving redbreasts, and combine To sing dirges o'er his stone. SONG. [From "The Ordinary."] WHILES early light springs from the skies, And make a second morning there. All o'er the bed Clear shame-fac'd beams, That spread in streams, And purple round the modest air. I will not tell what shrieks and cries, The listening taper heard there sworn: Whiles forward she, Most peevishly, Did yielding fight To keep o'er night What she'd have proffer'd you ere morn. Fair, we know maids do refuse To grant what they do come to lose. They would be chastely ravished: From Mrs. Pris, If that you do Persuade and woo. Know, pleasure's by extorting fed. Oh, may her arms wax black and blue And whiles you sip COME, O Come, I brook no stay; And tapers do supply the day! |