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By thy immortal beauties, never,
Cel. Frail as thy love's thine oath.

Whererore do thy sad numbers fow
CL. Though beauty fade, any faith lasts ever.

So full of woe;
Cel. l'ime will destroy them both.

Why dost thou melt in such soft strains,

Whilst she disdains ?

If she must still deny, ** I doat not on thy snow-white skin.

Weep not, but die;
Cel. What then? Cl. Thy purer mind.

And in thy funeral fire
Cel. It lov'd too soon. CL. Thou hadst not been

Shall all her fame expire:
So fair, if not so kind.

Thas both shall perish, and as thou on the hearse
Shalt want her tears, so she shall want thy verse.

Repine vot then at thy blest state, mm Oh strange, rain fancy! Cl. But yet true.

Thou art above thy fate:
Cel. Prove it. Cl. Then make a braid

But my fair Celia will not give
Of those loose flames that circle you,

Love enough to make me live;
My suns, and yet your shade?

Nor yet dart from her bright eye

Scoru enough to make me die.
Then let me weep alone, till her kind breath

Or blow my tears away, or speak my death. 'Tis done. Cl. Now give it me. Cel. Thus thou

Shalt thine own errour find,

If these were beauties, I am now amb Less fair, because more kind.


You shall confess you err ; that hair,
Shall it not change the hue,

'This mossy bank they prest. Nym. that aged oak Or leave the golden mountain bare ? Cel. Ah me! it is too true.

Did canopy the happy pair

All night from the damp air.
Cuo. Here let us sit, and sing the words they spoke,

Till the day-breaking their embraces broke. But this small wreath shall ever stay

In its first native prime;
And, smiling when the rest decay,

See, love, the blushes of the morn appear;
The triumphs sing of Time.

And now she hangs her pearly store

(Robb’d from the eastern shore) Then let me cut from thy fair grove

['th' cowslip's bell and rose's ear :
One branch, and let that be

Sweet, I must stay no longer hear.
An emblem of eternal love;
For such is mine to thee.

Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day",

But show my sun must set; no morn

Shall shine till thou return:
Thus are we both redeem'd from time,

The yellow planets, and the gray
I by thy grace. Cl. And I

Dawn, shall attend thee on thy way. päri Shall live in thy immortal rhime,

Until the Muses die.
By Heaven-Cel. Swear not: if I must weep,

If thine eyes gild my paths, they may forbear

Their useless shine. Nym. My tears will quite Jove shall not smile at me.

Extinguish their faint light. This kiss,.my heart, and thy faith keep.

Suep. Those drops will make their beams more clear,
Cl. This breathes my soul to thee.

Love's flames will shine in every tear.
Then forth the thicket Thyrsis rush'd,
Where he saw all their play:

They kist, and wept; and from their lips and eyes, man The swain stood still, and smild, and blush'd; In a mixt dew of briny sweet, The nymph fled fast away.

Their joys and sorrows meet?;

But she crys out. Nym. Shepherd, arise, * There is an obscurity in these and the follow- The Sun betrays us else to spies. ing lines which gives to the whole the air of a

This pastoral dialogue seems to be entirely an riddle. All that the poet means, however, in this imitation of the scene between Romeo and Juliet, mit and the four following stanzas is, that the lock of Act. iii. sc. 7. The time, the persons, the senti

hair with which his mistress had favoured him,ments, the expressions, are the same.
would retain its beauty, preserved in a ring or
locket, for a long series of years; while those

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well; tresses which adorned her head would soon feel To light thee on thy way to Mantua.

It is some meteor, &c. the ravages of time, would change their colour, or fall entirely off.

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The winged houres fly fast whilst we embrace;

But when we want their help to meet,

They move with leaden feet.
Nym. Then let us pinion Time, and chace
The day for ever from this place.





Weep not, nor backward turn your beams, Hark! Nym. Ab me stay! Shep. For ever. NYM. Fond eyes; sad sighs, lock in your breath; No, arise ;

Lest on this wind, or in those streams,
We must be gone. Shep. My nest of spice. My griev'd soul fly, or sail to death,

Nym. My soul. Shep. My paradise. (eyes Fortune destroys me if I stay,
Cho. Neither could say farewell, but through their love kills me if I go away;
Grief interrupted speech with tears supplies. Since Love and Fortune both are blind,

Come, Reason, and resolve my doubtful miod.


Fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide,

And 'gainst the blinder god rebel; Read in these roses the sad story

Thy love-sick heart shall not reside Of my hard fate and your own glory:

Where scorn and self-will'd errour dwell; In the white you may discover

Where entrance unto truth is barrid; The paleness of a fanting lover;

Where love and faith find no reward; In the red, the flames still feeding

For my just hand may sometime move On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding.

The wheel of Fortune, not the sphere of Love.
The white will tell you how I languisb,
And the red express my anguish :
The white my innocence displaying,
The red my martyrdom betraying.
The frowns that on your brow resided,

Have those roses thus divided ;
Oh! let your smiles but clear the weather, WEBP not, my dear, for I shall go
And then they both shall grow together.

Loaden enough with my own woe:
Add not thy heaviness to mine ;
Since fate our pleasures must disjoin,
Why should our sorrows meet? If I
Must go, and lose thy company,
I wish not theirs; it shall relieve

My grief, to think thou dost not grieve.

Yet grieve and weep, that I may bear

Every sigh and every tear

Away with me; 80 shall thy breast

And eyes, discharg'd, enjoy their rest : Happy youth, that sball possess

And it will glad my heart, to see
Such a spring-tide of delight,

Thou wert thus loth to part with me.
As the sated appetite,
Still enjoying such excess,
With the flood of pleasure, less

When the hymeneal rite
Is perform’d, invoke the night,

That it may in shadows dress
Thy too real happiness;

Else, as Semele', the bright
Deity in her full height

The lady Mary Villiers lies
May thy feeble soul oppress.

Under this stone: with weeping eyes Strong perfumes and glaring light

The parents that first gave her breath, Oft destroy both smell and sight.

And their sad friends, laid her in earth.

If any of them, reader, were with inattention. The delicacy of the thought is known unto thee, shed a tear: equalled ouly by the simplicity of the description. Or if thyself possess a gem, Those soft sensations which arise in lovers when As dear to thee as this to them; their joys and sorrows meet, as a man of genius Though a stranger to this place, only can describe them, so a man of taste only can

Bewail in their's thine own bard case; conceive them.

For thou perhaps at thy return * When Jupiter descended from Heaven to Semele, Mayst find thy darling in an urn. she was dazzled and overpowered by the splendour of his divinity.

Daughter of George Villiers duke of Buckingham.


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In height it soar'd to God above,
In depth it did to knowledge move,
And spread in breadth to gea'ral love.
Before, a pious duty sbin'd
To parents; courtesy, bebind;
On either side an equal mind.



Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
To servants kind, to friendship clear,
To nothing but herself severe.

This little vault, this narrow room,
Of love and beauty is the tomb :
The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear
Our clouded sky, lies darken'd here,
For ever set to us, by death
Sent to inflame the world beneath'.
'Twas but a bud, yet did contain
More sweetness than shall spring again ;
A budding star that might have grown
Into a sun, when it had blown.
This hopeful beauty did create
New life in Love's declining state;
But now his empire ends, and we
From fire and wounding darts are free:
His brand, his bow, let no man fear;
The flames, the arrows, all lie here.

So, though a virgin, yet a bride
To every grace, she justify'd
A chaste polygamy, and dy'd.
Learn from hence (reader) what small trust
We owe this world, where Virtue must,
Frail as our flesh, crumble to dust.




When, in the brazen leaves of fame,

The life the death of Buckingbam
The harmony of colours, features, grace,

Shall be recorded, if Truth's hand
Resulting airs (the magic of a face)

Incise the story of our land,
Of musical sweet tunes, all which combin'd Posterity shall see a fair
To crown one sovereigu beauty, lie confin'd Structure, by the studious care
To this dark vault: she was a cabinet

Of two kings raised, that no less
Where all the choicest stones of price were set; Their wisdom than their pow'r express;
Whose native colours and pure lustre lent

By blinded zeal (whose doubtful light
Her eye, cheek, lip, a dazzling ornament; Made Murder's scarlet robe seem white,
Whose rare and hidden virtues did express Whose vain-deluding phantasms charm’d
Her inward beauties and mind's fairer dress; A clouded sullen soul, and arm'd
The constant diamond, the wise chrysolite,

A desperate hand thirsty of blood)
The devout sapphire, em'rald apt to write

Toru from the fair earth where it stood; Records of mem'ry, cheerful agate, grave

So the majestic fabric fell.
And serious onyx, topaz that doth save

His actions let our annals tell ;
The brain's calm temper, witty amethyst ;
This precious quarry, or what else the list
On Aaron's ephod planted had, she wore:

* She was the eldest daughter of sir Thomas

Wentworth, who was afterwards raised to the title One only pearl was wanting to her store ; Which in her Saviour's book she found exprest;

of Cleveland, and to several important dignities in To purchase that, she sold Death all the rest.

the state, by the interest of archbishop Laud.

2 This was George Villiers, the first duke of Politeness, as well as charity, must incline us to Buckingham, who was introduced to the court of believe, that the bard alludes in this expression to James I. as his favour te; and afterwards, in the the heathen mythology, and that by the words reign of Charles I. ascended to the bighest dig.

world beneath" be ineans the Elysium of the nities. He was the admiration and terrour of his ancients.


We write no chronicle; this pile
Wears only sorrow's face and stile,

Which ev’n the envy, that did wait

BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY, AT AN ENTER. Upon his flourishing estate,

TAINMENT OF THE KING AND QUEEN BY NI Turn'd to soft pity of his death,

Now pays his hearse; but that cheap breath
Shall not blow here, nor th' unpure brine

Puddle those streams that bathe this shrine.
These are the pious obsequies

Dropp'd from his chaste wife's pregnant eyes
In frequent showers, and were alone

By her congealing sighs made stone,
On which the carver did bestow

From whence was this first fury hurld,
These forms and characters of woe:

This Jealousy, into the world? So he the fashion only lent,

Came she from Hell? Answ. No, there doth rega Whilst she wept all this monument 3.

Eternal Hatred, with Disdain :
But she the daughter is of Love,
Sister of Beauty. Quest. Then above
She must derive from the third sphere
Her heavenly off-spring. Answ. Neither there:

From those immortal fames could she

Draw her cold frozen pedigree?


If not from Heaven nor Hell, where then

Had she her birth? Ans. P th' hearts of men. Reader, when these dumb stones have told

Beauty and Fear did her create, In borrowed speech what guest they hold,

Younger than Love, elder than Hate. Thou shalt confess the vain pursuit

Sister to both, by Beauty's side Of human glory yields no fruit;

To Love, by Pear to Hate ally'd. But an untimely grave. If Fate

Despair ber issue is, whose race Could constant happiness create,

Of fruitful mischief drowns the space Her ministers, Fortune and Worth,

Of the wide earth in a swoln flood Had here that miracle brought forth :

Of wrath, revenge, spite, rage, and bloodi
They fix'd this child of honour where

No room was left for hope or fear,
Of more or less: so high, so great

Oh how can such a spurious line
His growth was, yet so safe his seat:

Proceed from parents so divine?
Safe in the circle of his friends;

Safe in his loyal heart and ends;
Safe in his native valiant spirit;

As streams, which from their chrystal spring
By favour safe, and safe by merit;

Do sweet and clear their waters bring, Safe by the stamp of Nature, which

Yet, mingling with the brackish main, Did strength with shape and grace enrich;

Nor taste nor colour they retain.
Safe in the cheerful courtesies

Of flowing gestures, speech, and eyes ;
Safe in his bounties, which were more

Yet rivers 'twixt their own banks flow
Proportion'd to his mind than store:

Still fresh: can Jealousy do so ?
Yet though for virtue he becomes
Involv'd himself in borrow'd sums,

Yes, whilst she keeps the stedfast ground
Safe in his care, he leaves betray'd
No friend, engag'd no debt unpaid.

Of Hope and Fear, her equal bound:
But thougb the stars conspire to show'r

Hope, sprung from favour, wortb, or chance, Upon one head th' united power

Tow'rds the fair object doth advance;

Whilst Fear, as watchful centinel,
Of all their graces, if their dire
Aspects must other breasts inspire

Doth the invading foe repel;
With vicious thoughts, a murderer's knife

And Jealousy, thus mixt, doth prove

The season and the salt of love: May cut (as here) their darling's life:

But when Fear takes a larger scope, Who can be bappy then, if Nature must,

Stilling the cbild of reason, Hope, To make one happy man, make all men just?

Then, sitting on th' usurped throne,

She like a tyrant rules alone; 3 This little poem is not destitute of some pa- As the wild ocean unconfinid, thetic touches, expressive of the illustrious lady's And raging as the northern wind. grief who is supposed to utter thenı; but the eight concluding lines, instead of being the mournful

These entertainments were frequent in Charles's monody of a widow, degrade it into the wretched court, and had always attached to them a musical conceit of a poetaster. But this was the fashion interlude, or sume sumptuous piece of pageantry. of the times.

On one of these occasions the present songs were composed. They are written in imitation of the ancient manner.


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For the sense, not fed, denies

Nourishinent unto the mind,

Which with expectation pin'd,

Love of a consumption dies.
IN wbat esteem did the gods hold

Fair Innocence and the chaste bed,
When scandal'd Virtue might be bold,

Bare-foot upon sharp cultures, spread
O'er burning coals, to march; yet feel

Nor scorching fire nor piercing steel?
Why, when the hard-edg'd iron did turn

By what power was love confin'd
Soft as a bed of roses blown,

To one object? who can bind,
When cruel fames forgot to burn

Or fix a limit to the free-born mind?
Their chaste, pare limbs, should man alone
'Gainst female incocence conspire,
Harder than steel, fiercer than fire ?

Nature; for as bodies may

More at once but in one way, Oh hapless sex! unequal sway

So nor can minds to more than one love stray. Of partial honour ! who may know Rebels from subjects that obe When Malice can on vestals throw

Yet I feel double smart; Disgrace, and Fame fix high repute

Love's twinn'd flame, his forked dart. On the loose shameless prostitute?

Ans. Then hath wild lust, not love possest thy heart.





Vain Honour! thou art but disguise,

Whence springs love? Ans. From beauty. QUEST. A cheating voice, a juggling art;

Should the effect not multiply

[Why No jadge of Virtue whose pure eyes Court her own image in the heart,

As fast in the heart as doth the cause in th'eye? More pleas'd with her true figure there, Than her false echo in the ear.

When two beauties equal are,

Sense preferring neither fair,

Desire stands still, distracted 'twixt the pair.

So in equal distance lay

Two fair limbs in the wolf's way,
Srop the chased boar, or play

The hungry beast will starve ere choose his prey.
With the lion's paw, yet fear
From the lover's side to tear

But where one is chief, the rest
The idol of his soul away.

Cease and that's alone possest.

Without a rival monarch of the breast. Though love enter by the sight

To the heart, it doth not fy

From the mind, when from the eye The fair objects take their fight.

SONGS IN THE PLAY. But since want provokes desire,

When we lose what we before

Have enjoy'd, as we want more,
So is love more set on fire.

Cease, thou afflicted soul, to mourn,

Whose love and faith are paid with scorn ;
Love doth with an hungry eye

For I am starv'd that feel the blisses,
Glut on beauty, and you may

Of dear embraces, smiles and kisses,
Safer snatch the tiger's prey

From my soul's idol, yet complain
Than his vital food deny.

Of equal love more than disdain.

Cease, beauty's exile, to lament
Yet, though absence for a space

The frozen shades of banishment,
Sharpen the keen appetite,

For I in that fair bosom dwell,
Long continuance doth quite

That is my Paradise and Hell;
All Love's characters efface.

Banish'd at home, at once at ease

In the safe port, and tost on seas. This alludes to the ancient ordeal by fire, a method by which accused persons undertook to Cease in cold jealous fears to pine, prove their innocence, by walking blind-fold and Sad wretch, whom rivals undermine; barefoot over nine red-hot ploughshares or pieces for though I had lock'd in mine arms of iron, placed at unequal distances. This bar- My life's sole joy, a traitor's charms barous custom began before the conquest, and Prevail; whilst I may only blame continued till the time of Henry III.

Myself, that mine own rival am.


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