Where there is no place For receipt of a fly; Where the midge dares not venture You may esteem him you may deem him A coward from his flight; But if she whom love doth honour Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. You may train the eagle But you'll ne'er stop a lover : He will find out his way. Anon. CV THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS See with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days! The wilder flowers, and gives them names; And them does tell What colours best become them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause O then let me in time compound Where I may see the glories from some shade. Mean time, whilst every verdant thing That violets may a longer age endure. But O young beauty of the woods, Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers, Should quickly make th' example yours; Nip in the blossom-all our hopes and thee. A. Marvell CVI CHILD AND MAIDEN Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit Your charms in harmless childhood lay Age from no face takes more away My passion with your beauty grew, Employ'd the utmost of his art To make a beauty, she. Sir C. Sedley CVII CONSTANCY I cannot change, as others do, Since that poor swain that sighs for you, No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move A surer way I'll try, And to revenge my slighted love, Will still love on, and die. When, kill'd with grief, Amintas lies, That welcome hour that ends his smart Will then begin your pain, For such a faithful tender heart Can never break in vain. J. Wilmot, Earl of Rochester CVIII COUNSEL TO GIRLS Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, That age is best which is the first, ; Then be not coy, but use your time R. Herrick CIX 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, Colonel Lovelace CX ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, |