Some think to lose him, Which is too unkind, And some do suppose him, Poor heart, to be blind; But if he were hidden, Do the best you may, Blind Love, if you so call him, Will find out the way. Well may the eagle Stoop down to the fist, Or you may inveigle The Phoenix of the east ; With fear the tiger's moved, To give over their prey, But never stop a lover, He will find out the way. From Dover to Berwick, And nations thereabout, Brave Guy, Earl of Warwick, That champion so stout, With his warlike behaviour, Through the world he did stray, To win his Phillis' favour, Love will find out the way. In order next enters Bevis so brave, After adventures And policy brave, To see whom he desired, His Josian so gay, For whom his heart was fired, Love will find out the way. Make use of your inventions, Their fancies to betray, To frustrate their intentions, Love will find out the way. From court to the cottage, From the king unto the beggar Though ne'er so stout and lordly, Strive or do what you may, Yet be you ne'er so hardy, Love will find out the way. Love hath power over princes, And greatest emperors, In any provinces, Such is Love's power, There is no resisting, But him to obey; In spite of all contesting, Love will find out the way. If that he were hidden, And all men that are, Were strictly forbidden That place to declare; Winds that have no abidings, Pitying their delay, Would come and bring him tidings, And direct him the way. If the earth should part him, If the seas should o'erthwart him, He would swim to the shore. I I Should his love become a swallow, Through the air to stray, Love will lend wings to follow, There is no striving To cross his intent, There is no contriving His plots to prevent; But if once the message greet him, If Death should come and meet him, THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME. Written by Robert Herrick. OME, sons of summer, by whose toile We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown'd with the eares of corne, now come, And to the pipe sing harvest home. Come forth, my lord, and see the cart Drest up Those with a shout, and these with laughter. To prayers then to merryment, Well, on, brave boyes, to your lord's hearth, |