Thine affections, in an instant, Struggle which shall first be new: Thou art weary, thou art wavering, Shift as often as the wind. To and fro, and up and down; Change doth all thy actions crown. But to me thou ne'er art chang'd In thy wonted cruelty! Still from me thou keeps estrang'd; Oh then, let thy next change be If in that mind I could find ye, Change I would as oft as you. Then, by my example taught, Thou shouldst see that change is naught. Cupid and the Clown. [From the same MS.] As Cupid took his bow and bolt, He chanced on a country swain Which was some yeoman's hind. Clown. “Well met, fair boy! what sport abroad? "It is a goodly day; "The birds will sit this frosty morn, "Gadzooks! your eyes are both put out! Cupid. "Why man, thou dost deceive thyself, "Or else my mother lies, "Who said, altho' that I were blind, * A copy of this, with some variations, is printed in " Wit "restored." Clown." Why then thy mother is a fool, "To let thy arrows to have eyes Cupid. "Not so, sir swain, but hold your prate; "If I do take a shaft "I'll make thee ken what I can do!" With that the ploughman laugh'd. Then angry Cupid drew his bow. Clown. "For God's sake slay me not!" Cupid. "I'll make thy lither liver ache.” "Nay! I'll be loth of that!" Clown. The stinging arrow hit the mark, You might know by his hollow eyes And so the clown went bleeding home; (To stay it was no boot) And found, that he could see to hit, That could not see to shoot. I Inconstancy reproved.* [Vide "A choice Collection of comic and serious Scots "Poems, both ancient and modern," in three parts, Edinburgh, Watson, 1709-1711, 8vo. and "The Hive,” (4 small volumes of songs) frequently printed before the middle of the last century. I can at present produce no earlier authorities, though the copy given in the first edition of this work was taken, I believe, from some more ancient miscellany. However, from the internal evidence of style and sentiment, I have no difficulty in referring this poem to the reign of Charles I.] DO Confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be lov'd by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet, yet find That kisseth every thing it meets. 2 Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none. * This is the title given in Watson's collection. In the Hive it is "To his cheap mistress." So the Hive. "love," Watson's Coll. So the Hive. "lov'd," Watson. The morning rose, that untouch'd stands, I Arm'd with her briars, how sweetly smells! But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells; But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate, ere long, will thee betide, When thou hast handled been a while! Like sere-flowers 2 to be thrown aside, 3 And I shall sigh, while some will smile, 3 To see thy love to every one Hath brought thee to be lov❜d by none! To the Moon. [From a MS.] THOU silent Moon, that look'st so pale, So much exhausted, and so faint, So Watson. "most," the Hive. To the best of my recollection, this is the reading of my original copy. Watson gives "fair flowers," and the Hive "those flowers," both much inferior. 3 So the Hive. " "you shall sigh when I shall smile," Watson. * The editor has to apologize to the authoress of the two following beautiful little poems, Miss Scott, of Ancram, for |