Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share, E. WALLER. 100. The Power of Love. A LOVER'S eyes will gaze an eagle blind; 2 Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? 2 Subtle as Sphinx ; 3 as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Until his ink were tempered with Love's sighs; I A great hero, who ranked, after death, among the Greek gods. He is chiefly famous for a series of wonderful exploits, known as the twelve labours of Hercules. 2 A garden in which golden apples grew. One of Hercules' labours was to procure some of these apples, which were guarded by a dragon. 3 A monster, with the head of a woman, and human voice, the tail of a serpent, the body of a dog, the wings of a bird, and the paws of a lion. It kept the surrounding country in alarm by proposing strange riddles, and devouring people who could not explain them. 4 The god of the fine arts. 5 Prometheus was said to have stolen fire from the chariot of the sun, and restored it to the earth; Jupiter, the king of the gods, having taken it away in a fit of anger. 103. Love not to be Restrained. Julia's lover, Proteus, has gone from Verona to Milan. She determines to follow him. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Of such divine perfection as Sir Proteus. Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Jul. O, knowest thou not, his looks are my soul's food? Pity the dearth that I have pinèd in, By longing for that food so long a time. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns; The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou knowest, being stopped, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hinderèd, He makes sweet music with the enamelled stones, And so by many winding nooks he strays, And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil W. SHAKESPEARE. 104. So is it not with me as with that muse, With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, Let them say more that like of hearsay well : 105. A Boundless Love. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, E. B. BROWNING. (From the Portuguese.) I A place in the infernal regions where the souls of the virtuous were supposed to dwell in complete happiness after death. ΙΟΙ. The Perfect Lover. HONEST lover whatsoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when she appears i' the room, Dost not speak thy words twice over, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If fondly thou dost not mistake, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thou appearest to be within, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thy stomach calls to eat, Know this, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. 102. SIR J. SUCKLING. To Anthea, who may Command Him any thing. BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay To honour thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. HERRICK. |