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Small is the worth
Bid her come forth,
May read in thee :
And I will pledge with mine ;
And I'll not look for wine.
Doth ask a drink divine ;
I would not change for thine.
10 As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be ;
And sent'st it back to me;
Where roses and white lilies grow ;
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow;
There cherries grow which none may buy,
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow :
Her eyes like angels watch them still;
Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat’ning with piercing frowns to kill
All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred cherries to come nigh, - Till · Cherry-Ripe' themselves do cry !
THE POETRY OF DRESS
A sweet disorder in the dress
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,
It doth so well become her :
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
When all her robes are on :
ON A GIRDLE
That which her slender waist confined
A narrow compass ! and yet there
TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be :
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
That heart I'll give to thee.
To honour thy degree :
And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep
While I have eyes to see :
A heart to weep for thee.
Under that cypress tree :
E’en Death, to die for thee.
The very eyes of me,
Love not me for comely grace,
So thou and I shall sever :
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Or better than the rest ; For I would change each hour, like them,
Were not my heart at rest.
But I am tied to very thee
By every thought I have ; Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.
All that in woman is adored
In thy dear self I find—
The handsome and the kind.
Why then should I seek further store,
And still make love anew ? When change itself can give no more, 'Tis easy to be true.
SIR C. SEDLEY.