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(SIR HENRY WOTTON was born at Bocton Hall, in Kent, in 1568 and was educated at Oxford. After leaving that University, he travelled on the Continent, and when he returned to England, became secretary to the Earl of Essex; but, perceiving the approaching fall of that nobleman he again left the kingdom, only just in time to secure his own safety James I. employed him in several embassies, but he lost that monarch's confidence by writing in a friend's album, as a definition, “An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the good of his country,” which was quoted eight years after by an adversary of the king, as one of the principles on which he acted. An ingenious and eloquent apology at length satisfied James, and Wotton was restored to favour. He was afterwards made Provost of Eton, and, to comply with the statutes, took holy orders. He died in 1639. ]

You meaner beauties of the night,

That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light!

You common people of the skies ! What are you, when the sun shall rise ?

You curious chanters of the wood,

That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your voices 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? What are you, when the rose is blown?

So, when my mistress shall be seen

In form and beauty of her mind;
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen!

Tell me, if she were not design'd
Th' eclipse and glory of her kind ?




[THOMAS Carew was born in Gloucestershire, in 1589, and was educated at Oxford. He received some appointments in the household of Charles I. and devoted himself to the pleasures and frivolities of the Court, a weakness which he greatly deplored at the close of his life. He died in 1639.

His poems are too often sullied by indelicacies, which were unhappily the characteristics of the age in which he lived..]

Think not, 'cause men flatt'ring say,
Y' are fresh as April, sweet as May,



Bright as is the morning star,
That you are so; or, though you are,
Be not therefore proud, and deem
All men unworthy your esteem;
Nor let brittle beauty make
You your wiser thoughts forsake :
For that lovely face will fail ;
Beauty's sweet, but beauty's frail !
'Tis sooner past, 'tis sooner done,
Than summer's rain or winter's sun ;
Most fleeting when it is most dear ;
'Tis gone while we but say—'tis here.
These curious locks, so aptly twined,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind,
Will change their auburn hue, and grow
White and cold as winter's snow.
That eye, which now is Cupid's nest,
Will prove his grave, and all the rest
Will follow; in the cheek, chin, nose,
Nor lily shall be found, nor rose ;
And what will then become of all
Those whom now you servants call ?
Like swallows, when your summer's done,
They'll fly, and seek some warmer sun.
Then wisely choose one to your friend
Whose love may (when your beauties end)
Remain still firm ; be provident,
And think, before the summer's spent,
Of following winter ; like the ant,



In plenty hoard for time of scant.
For when the storms of Time have moved
Waves on that cheek which was beloved ;
When a fair lady's face is pined,
And yellow spread where red once shined ;
When beauty, youth, and all sweets leave her,
Love may return, but lovers never :
And old folks say there are no pains
Like itch of love in aged veins.
O love me then, and now begin it,
Let us not lose this present minute ;
For time and age will work that wrack
Which time or age shall ne'er call back.
The snake each year fresh skin resumes,
And eagles change their aged plumes ;
The faded rose, each spring, receives
A fresh red tincture on her leaves :
But if your beauties once decay,
You never know a second May.
Oh, then, be wise, and whilst your season
Affords you days for sport, do reason ;
Spend not in vain your life's short hour,
But crop in time your beauties' flower,
Which will away, and doth together
Both bud and fade, both blow and wither.

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