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Whererore do thy sad numbers fow
So full of woe;
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;
And in thy funeral fire
Shall all her fame expire:
Thas both shall perish, and as thou on the hearse
Repine vot then at thy blest state, mm Oh strange, rain fancy! Cl. But yet true.
Thou art above thy fate:
But my fair Celia will not give
Love enough to make me live;
Nor yet dart from her bright eye
Scoru enough to make me die.
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.
A PASTORAL DIALOGUE.
SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS.
'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.
Till the day-breaking their embraces broke. But this small wreath shall ever stay
In its first native prime;
See, love, the blushes of the morn appear;
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 :
Sweet, I must stay no longer hear.
Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day",
But show my sun must set; no morn
Shall shine till thou return:
The yellow planets, and the gray
Dawn, shall attend thee on thy way. päri Shall live in thy immortal rhime,
Until the Muses die.
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,
Love's flames will shine in every tear.
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.
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.
2. It is impossible to pass over these three lines
The winged houres fly fast whilst we embrace;
But when we want their help to meet,
They move with leaden feet.
TURE, CONSULTS WITH REASON.
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,
Nym. My soul. Shep. My paradise. (eyes Fortune destroys me if I stay,
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.
PARTING, CELIA WEEPS.
Loaden enough with my own woe:
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
Thou wert thus loth to part with me.
When the hymeneal rite
ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS'.
The lady Mary Villiers lies
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.
In height it soar'd to God above,
Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
This little vault, this narrow room,
So, though a virgin, yet a bride
ON THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM?.
BEATISSIMIS MANIBUS CHARISSIMI VIRI ILLVA CONJUNX EPITAPH
When, in the brazen leaves of fame,
The life the death of Buckingbam
Shall be recorded, if Truth's hand
Incise the story of our land,
Of two kings raised, that no less
By blinded zeal (whose doubtful light
A desperate hand thirsty of blood)
Toru from the fair earth where it stood; Records of mem'ry, cheerful agate, grave
So the majestic fabric fell.
His actions let our annals tell ;
* 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
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,
OF JEALOUSY. DIALOGUE.
From whence was this first fury hurld,
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 :
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
Oh how can such a spurious line
Proceed from parents so divine?
As streams, which from their chrystal spring
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.
Yet rivers 'twixt their own banks flow
Still fresh: can Jealousy do so ?
Yes, whilst she keeps the stedfast ground
Of Hope and Fear, her equal bound:
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,
Doth the invading foe repel;
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.
For the sense, not fed, denies
Nourishinent unto the mind,
Which with expectation pin'd,
Love of a consumption dies.
Fair Innocence and the chaste bed,
INCOMMUNICABILITY OF LOVE.
By what power was love confin'd
To one object? who can bind,
Or fix a limit to the free-born mind?
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,
The hungry beast will starve ere choose his prey.
But where one is chief, the rest
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,
A LOTER, IN THE DISGUISE OF AN AMAZON, IS DEARLY
BELOVED OF HIS MISTRESS.
Cease, thou afflicted soul, to mourn,
Whose love and faith are paid with scorn ;
For I am starv'd that feel the blisses,
Of dear embraces, smiles and kisses,
From my soul's idol, yet complain
Of equal love more than disdain.
Cease, beauty's exile, to lament
The frozen shades of banishment,
For I in that fair bosom dwell,
That is my Paradise and Hell;
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.