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Nor must we only part in joy ; rond!
Our tears as well must be unkind: Weep you, that could such truth destroy,
And I, that could such falseness find ! :Thus we must unconcern’d remain ; In our divided joys and pain. iii Yet we may love, but on this different score, You what I am, I what you were before.
No, Cynthia ; never think I can
Love a divided heart and mind : Your sunshine love to every man
Appears alike as great as kind.
None but the duller Persians kneel,
And the bright god of beams implore; Whilst others equal influence feel,
That never did the god adore.
Though I resolve to love no more,
Since I did once, I will advise : TOL, III.
The love of conquests now give o'er;
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Love's farewell as a tribute pay; . Grow now reserv'd, and raise your fame 5 By your own choice, not your decay. .
.631,w.ii. She that to age her charms resigns,
And then at last turns votary, Though virtue much the change inclines,
'Tis sullied by necessity."
Was author of a poetical volume published under the title of
“ Hesperides,” 1648, 8vo. which contains two little pieces, printed among Carew's poems, under the titles of “the “Primrose,"and “the Inquiry.” Phillips,in his “ Theatrum “ Poetarum,” thinks him not particularly influenced by “any Nymph or goddess, except his maid Pru:"but allows him to have shewn occasionally “ a pretty flowery and “pastoral gale of fancy," &c. Wood tells us (Ath. II. 122) that he was a Londoner born, though of a Leicestershire family; elected fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, from St. John's, but took no degree; that being patronized by the earl of Exeter, he afterwards resided in Devonshire, much beloved, till, forced to withdraw, he retired to London, where he was still living, subsequent to the Restoration. For farther particulars, see the Gentleman's Magazine for 1706, p. 461, 645. . . ,
. : To Virgins: " L '", i
Be ye lock'd up like to these,
A Meditation for his Mistress.
You are a tulip, seen to-day,–
You are a lovely July-flower,-
You are a sparkling rose i'th'bud, -
You are a dainty violet,-
You are the queen all flowers among,--
The Bag of the Bee.
(To be found also in “ Wit a sporting in a pleasant Grove of
“ new fancies," collected by H. B. 1657.]
ABOUT the sweet bag of a bee
Two Cupids fell at odds;
They vow'd to ask the gods.
Which Venus hearing, thither came,
And for their boldness stript them,
With rods of myrtle whipt them.
Which done, to still their wanton * cries,
When quiet grown she'd seen them,
And gave the bag between them.