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Who, being looked on, ducks as quickly in;
But when her lips were ready for his pay,
Never did passenger in summer's heat
“O, pity,” ’gan she cry, “flint-hearted boy !
“ I have been wooed, as I entreat thee now,
Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
“Over my altars hath he hung bis lance,
Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
- Thus he that overruled I overswayed, Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain :
authority. One of the familiar names of the dab-chick is di-dapper; and this was the old poetical name. Beaumont and Fletcher, in “The Woman Hater," have a comparison of the mutability of fortune with this nimble water-bird : " The misery of man may fitly be compared to a di-dapper, who, when she is under water past our sight, and indeed can scem no more to us, rises again, shakes but herself, and is the same she was."
Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength obeyed,
O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
“ Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine, (Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red.) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : What seest thou in the ground ? hold up thy
head; Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies: Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?
“ Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again,
These blue-veined violets whereon we lean
“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip
Fair flowers that are not gathered in their prime
“ Were I hard-favored, foul, or wrinkled-old,
Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for
But having no defects, why dost abhor me
“ Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow; Mine eyes are gray,' and bright, and quick in turn
ing; My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow, My Aesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;
My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt, Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt.
“ Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
“ Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ;
Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be
• Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ?
Narcissus so himself himself forsook,
· Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use,
i Gray is said to be here used as blue. We have subsequently
“ Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth." But the eye-lids are the blue windows."
Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear;
Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty;
“Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed,
And so in spite of death thou dost survive,
By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,
Wishing Adonis had his team to guide,
And now Adonis, with a lazy spright,
Souring his cheeks, cries, “ Fie, no more of love'
“ Ah me,” quoth Venus, "young, and so unkind !
I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs ;
1 Tired, attired.
« The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,
And were not immortal, life were done,
“ Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel,
O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind,
“ What am I, that thou shouldst contemno me this?
Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again,
“ Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,
Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion,
This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, And swelling passion doth provoke a pause;
1 Unkind. Milton applies the same epithet, in the same way, in his “ Doctrine of Divorce : ” “ The desire and longing to put off an unkindly solitariness by uniting another body, but not without a fit soul, to his, in the cheerful society of wedlock.”
2 Contemn is here used in the sense of throw aside ; as Malone explains it, “ contemptuously refuse this favor.”