I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found A garland sweet, with true-love knots in flowers, Which I to wear about mine arm was bound, That each of us might know that all was ours; Must I now lead an idle life in wishes, And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes? I, that did wear the ring her mother left, I, for whose love she gloried to be blamed, I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft, I, who did make her blush when I was named; Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked, Watching with sighs till dead Love be awaked? I, that when drowsy Argus fell asleep, While her breath speaking kindled Nature's fire, Must I look on a-cold while others warm them ? Do Vulcan's brothers in such fine nets arm them? SONG. [To be found also in " England's Helicon," where it is signed "Ignoto."] 1 AWAY with these self-loving lads 24 For Cupid is a meadow 2 god, And forceth none to kiss the rod. Sweet Cupid's shafts, like Destiny, What fools are they that have not known My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, On every tree I write her name, And every day I read the same : Engl. Hel. "them." So all the copies; but as this word seems to afford no very definite meaning, Mr. Ritson, in his Songs, prints 86 merry." 4 Eng. Hel." Doth either." 3 Eng. Hel. "God." Eng. Hel. "feet." Where honour Cupid's rival is, There miracles are seen of his. * The worth that worthiness should move I Is love, that is the bow of love; And love as well thee foster 2 can Sweet saint, 3 'tis true, you worthy be, 1 The Dream. ALL my senses, like beacon's flame, To take arms in Cynthia's name, Up I start, believing well To see if Cynthia were awake; And thus unto myself I spake : Eng. Hel." which is the due." 2 Eng. Hel. "the shepherd." Eng. Hel. "nymph." "Sweet god, Cupid, where am I? "That by pale Diana's light "Such rich beauties do espy "As harm our senses with delight. "Am I borne up to the skies? "See where Jove and Venus shine, "Shewing in her heavenly eyes "That Desire is divine." I stept forth to touch the sky, Runs away, like silver streams; Leaving hollow banks behind, Who can neither forward move, Nor, if rivers be unkind, Turn away, or leave to love. There stand I, like men that preach From the execution-place, At their death content to teach All the world with their disgrace. |