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With that I stopt. Said Love, “ These be, “ Fond man, resemblances of thee; “ And, as these flowers, thy joys shall die, “ E'en in the twinkling of an eye;
“ And all thy hopes of her shall wither “ Like these short sweets thus knit together."
Good Counsel to a young Maid.
Let thy faithful chrystal show
Love, that in those smooth streams lies,
Nets, of passion's finest thread,
Then, beware! for, those that cure
Rather let the lover pine,
Boldness in love.
Courts the amorous Marigold
Yet she refuses to unfold.
So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy!
If thy tears and sighs discover Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy
The just reward of a bold lover. But, when with moving accents thou Shalt constant faith and service vow, Thy Celia shall receive those charms With open ears, and with unfolded arms.
Ingrateful Beauty threatened.
KNOW, Celia (since thou art so proud);
"Twas I that gave thee thy renown! Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd
Of common beauties liv'd unknown, Had not my verse exhald thy name, And with it imp’d the wings of Fame.
That killing power is none of thine;
I gave it to thy voice and eyes ; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine ;
Thou art my star, shin’st in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there.
Tempt me with such affrights no more,
Lest what I made I uncreate ! Let fools thy mystic forms adore ;
I'll know thee in thy mortal state. Wise poets, that wrapp'd Truth in tales, Knew her themselves through all her veils. SONG. To one, who, when I praised my Mistress' beauty,
said I was blind. Wonder not though I am blind,
For you must be
If, when you see
From her eye, .
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
Ask me no more whither do stray
Ask me no more whither doth haste
Ask me no more where those stars light:
Ask me no more if east or west
SON G. *
Conquest by flight.
* The second stanza of this song is also to be found in
“ Festum Voluptatis, or the Banquet of Pleasure," by S[amuel] P[ecke], 1639, 40.