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." SONG. Good Counsel to a young Maid. GAZE not on thy beauty's pride, Tender maid, in the false tide Let thy faithful chrystal show Love, that in those smooth streams lies, Under Pity's fair disguise, Will thy melting heart surprize. Nets, of passion's finest thread, Then, beware! for, those that cure Love's disease themselves endure Rather let the lover pine, Than his pale cheek should assign Boldness in love. MARK how the bashful Morn in vain But, when the planet of the day So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy! The just reward of a bold lover. 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 exhal'd 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, SONG. To one, who, when I praised my Mistress' beauty, said I was blind. WONDER not though I am blind, For you must be Dark in your eyes, or in your mind, Her face, you prove not blind, like me! From her eye, And those amorous sweets that lie 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 And in your fragrant bosom dies. SONG. Conquest by flight. LADIES, fly from Love's smooth tale! * 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, 4to. |