Under whose shadows lions wild, Soften'd by Love, grow tame and mild. Love no med'cine can appease; He burns the fishes in the seas: Not all the skill his wounds can stanch, Not all the sea his fire can quench. Love did make the bloody spear Once a leavy coat to wear, While in his leaves there shrouded lay Sweet birds, for love that sing and play; And of all Love's joyful flame I the bud and blossom am. Only bend thy knee to me, Thy wooing shall thy winning be! See, see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow, And of all the virgin rose, That as bright Aurora shows, Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade, But now born and now they fade. Every thing doth pass away; There is danger in delay. Come, come gather then the rose; Gather it, or it you lose. All the sand of Tagus' shore All the valleys swimming corn Is gladly bruis'd to make me wine; PART IV. ST. XLVIII. BUT let the Kentish lad that lately taught The willing spheres from heaven to lead a round Of dancing nymphs, and herds that sung and crown'd Eclecta's hymen with ten thousand flowers Of choicest praise, and hung her heavenly bowers With saffron garlands, drest for nuptial paramours, Let his shrill trumpet, with her silver blast, Be the sweet pipe, and smooth encomiast ; VOL. III. E But my green Muse, hiding her younger head Dares not those high amours and love-sick songs assay. SIR JOHN BEAUMONT, DESCENDED of an ancient Leicestershire family, son of Francis Beaumont the judge, and brother of Francis Beaumont the poet, was author of "Bosworth Field," with a variety of other poems, printed in 1629, 12mo. According to Wood, he was entered a gentleman-commoner of Broadgate's Hall, Oxford, in 1596, at the age of fourteen, consequently born in 1582. Having remained here about three years, he retired to one of the inns of court, and afterwards to his native country, where he married, and was in 1626 made a baronet. "The former part of his life," says Wood, "he successfully employed in poetry, and the latter he as happily bestowed on more serious and beneficial studies." He died in 1628. Dr. Kippis commends the harmonious versification of Sir John Beaumont, and says it was much above the general cast of the age. See Biog. Brit. vol. ii. 88. A Description of Love. LOVE is a region full of fires, This meteor, striving high to rise, Why then should lovers (most will say) Love is like youth: he thirsts for age, We know that Hope and Love are twins ; When Love thus in his centre ends, The weakest givers of relief, Stand in his council as the chief. And now he, to his period brought, From Love becomes some other thought. |