When thy rosy cheek thus checks My offence, I could sin with a pretence; Through that sweet chiding blush there breaks So fair, so bright an innocence. Thus your very frowns entrap That My desire, And inflame me to admire eyes dress'd in an angry shape Should kindle as with amorous fire. ODE. Laura sleeping. WINDS, whisper gently whilst she sleeps, Glide over beauty's field, her face, Play in her beams and crisp her hair, And with so sweet, so rich an air, As breathes from the Arabian grove. A breath as hush'd as lover's sigh, To sweep the spring's enamell'd floor. Who is troubled with a wife! Be she pious, or ungodly, Be she chaste, or what sounds oddly: Lastly, be she good or evil, Be she saint, or be she devil ;- Who is married to a wife. * ODE. Laura weeping. CHASTE, lovely Laura 'gan disclose, With a dejected look and pace When, meeting with her tell-tale glass, Sweet Sorrow dress'd in such a look A shaded leaf in Beauty's book, Character'd with clandestine fire. Then a full shower of pearly dew As in due homage to bestrew So have I seen the springing Morn Her glories by that conquer'd shade. Spare, Laura, spare those beauty's twins, Then let them shine forth, to declare And to eclipse one hour be sin! MARTIN LLUELLYN Is mentioned by Winstanley as having been bred a student at Christ-church, and having practised physic. According to Wood (Fasti, II. 103) he took the degree of M.D. in 1653. His poem called "Men-Miracles," was published, with a few smaller pieces, in 1646, 12mo again in 1656, and reprinted in 1661, under the title of " Lluellin's Marrow of the Muses." The work is a good satire on travellers, written in what is now called Hudibrastic verse. SONG. Celia in Love. I FELT my heart, and found a flame To chill thy flames, and fan thy heat? May die in air, or quench in streams: |