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Shall curtaine o're their mournefull beads ::
Two hearts, the first a shaft withstood ;
Then Heaven can make it knowne, and true
IMBLE sigh on thy warme wings,
Take this message and depart;
Tell Amoret, that smiles, and sings, At what thy airie voyage brings,
That thou cams't lately from my heart.
Tell my lovely foe, that I
But one or two that I intend
beds. Misprinted 'heads'. G.
Some few minutes ere I dye,
To her white bosom to commend.
Then whisper by that holy spring!
Where for her sake I would have dyed,
Flowers to cure what she had tryed ;
That if my Amoret, if she
In after-times would have it read,
If shec'le but love me, being dead.
TO HIS FRIEND, BEING IN LOVE.
Witty' to tyranny: she too well knowes
Flow nimbly from me then; and when you fall
MYNTAS goe, thou art undone,
Thy faithfull heart is crost by
That love is better not begunne,
Where love is come to love too late ;?
1 Wise. G.
? Whose pure offering comes too late.' Early pencil MS. in British Museum copy. I have given the whole of these Notes. They must have been written by some ono intimate with the Poet. G.
Had she professed' hidden fires,
Or shew'd one knot that tyed her heart: I could have quench'd my first desires,
And we had only met to part ; But tyrant, thus to murther men,
And shed a lover's harmles bloud, · And burne him in those flames agen,
Which he at first might have withstood; Yet, who that saw faire Chloris weep
Such sacred dew, with such pureo grace; Durst thinke them fainéd teares, or seeke
For treason in an angel's face : This is her art, though this be true, Men's joyes are kild' with griefes and
feares, Yet she like flowers opprest with dew,
Doth thrive and flourish in her teares : This cruell, thou hast done, and thus,
That face hath many servants slaine, Though th' end be not to ruine us,
But to seeke glory by our paine.
| Ibid, Profess'd her.' G. ? Ibid, ‘yt.' G. 3 Ibid, "such a.' G.
+ lbid, .by' G. 5 Ibid, “Your aime is sure to ruine us
Seeking your glory by our paine.' G.
WALKING IN A STARRY EVENING.
F Amoret, that glorious eye,
And death of Night,
Seatter'd so high,
We might suspect in the vast ring
And fierie stories ;'
And guide of Day,
But, Amoret, such is my fate,
Had shin'd from farre,
'Twixt thee, and me,
DIS, as before.
We ay suspect in the vast ring,
Thro' years and years.' G.