But if ne'er so close ye wall him, You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist; Or you may inveigle The phoenix of the east ; But you'll ne'er stop a lover : 81 ANON. CHILD AND MAIDEN Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit 5 I little thought the growing fire Your charms in harmless childhood lay Like metals in the mine; 10 Age from no face took more away Than youth conceal'd in thine. But as your charms insensibly Fond love as unperceived did fly, My passion with your beauty grew, Each gloried in their wanton part; Employ'd the utmost of his art— SIR C. SEDLEY. 82 COUNSEL TO GIRLS Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, That age is best which is the first, 5 When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; For having lost but once your prime, 10 15 R. HERRICK. 83 TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, Dear, so much, 84 COLONEL LOVELACE. ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, What are you, when the Moon shall rise? You curious chanters of the wood That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents; what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own,- So when my Mistress shall be seen SIR H. WOTTON. 5 10 5 10 15 20 85 TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY Daughter to that good Earl, once President Till the sad breaking of that Parliament Kill'd with report that old man eloquent ; Though later born than to have known the days So well your words his noble virtues praise, 10 86 THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your breasts, where Cupid trembling lies 5 A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, 10 A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a-wooing flowers, These are but gauds: nay, what are lips? And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft Poison can breath, that erst perfumed; One in whose gentle bosom I Could pour my secret heart of woes, Like the care-burthen'd honey-fly 35 That hides his murmurs in the rose, My earthly Comforter! whose love That, when my spirit won above, 40 G. DARLEY. 87 THE TRUE BEAUTY He that loves a rosy cheek Or from star-like eyes doth seek |