Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark Or branch: Each porch, each door, ere this, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; There's not a budding boy, or girl, this day, Back, and with white-thorn laden home. And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth Many a kiss, both odd and even : From out the eye, Love's firmament : Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd:-Yet we're not a Maying. -Come, let us go, while we are in our prime ; And take the harmless folly of the time ! We shall grow old apace, and die All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna! come, let's go a Maying. CXIX R. Herrick 1HE POETRY OF DRESS I A sweet disorder in the dress An erring lace, which here and there Do more bewitch me, than when art R. Herrick CXX 2 Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see R. Herrick CXXI 3 My Love in her attire doth shew her wit, For every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. CXXII Anon. ON A GIRDLE That which her slender waist confined A narrow compass! and yet there E. Waller CXXIII A MYSTICAL ECSTASY E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames, Where in a greater current they conjoin : So I my Best-Belovéd's am; so He is mine. E'en so we met; and after long pursuit, E'en so we join'd; we both became entire ; For I was flax and he was flames of fire: CXXIV TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING Bid me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree : Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Or bid me die, and I will dare H Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. Herrick CXXV Love not me for comely grace, Anon. CXXVI Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest; For I would change each hour, like them But I am tied to very thee In thy dear self I find— Why then should I seek further store, When change itself can give no more, Sir C. Sedley |