Well does this prove The error of those antique books Which made you move About the world: her charming looks Would fix your beams, and make it ever day, Did not the rolling earth snatch her away. JAMES SHIRLEY, The Witty Fair LOVE'S HUE AND CRY. IN Love's name you are charged hereby Came and stole my heart away. For your directions in brief These are best marks to know the thief : Her hair a net of beams would prove Strong enough to captive Jove Is a comely field of snow; A sparkling eye, so pure a gray As when it shines it needs no day; Ivory dwelleth on her nose; Lilies, married to the rose, Have made her cheek the nuptial bed; ΙΟ 5 ΙΟ 15 20 By her tongue; for if your ear But from that voice shall hear again, None can rock heaven asleep but she. JOHN FORD, The Lover's Melan- FLY HENCE, SHADOWS. FLY hence, shadows, that do keep JOHN FORD, The Broken Heart, A BRIDAL SONG. COMFORTS lasting, loves increasing, 25 5 ΙΟ 5 Fruitful issues; life so graced, Every spring another youth: Crown this bridegroom and this bride. SONG. O, No more, no more, too late Sighs are spent; the burning tapers Of a life as chaste as Fate, Pure as are unwritten papers, Are burnt out; no heat, no light Now remains; 't is ever night. Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Now Love dies - implying Love's martyrs must be ever, ever dying. DIRGE. GLORIES, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease Outward senses, when the mind Crowns may flourish and decay, ΤΟ 5 IO 5 10 Sorrows mingled with contents prepare Love only reigns in death; though art THOMAS GOFFE, The Careless Shepherdess, 1656; written before 1629. SYLVIA'S BOWER. COME, shepherds, come, impale your brows Come, nymphs, decked in your dangling hair, And unto Sylvia's shady bower With haste repair; Where you shall see chaste turtles play, And nightingales make lasting May, As if old Time his useful mind ROBERT HERRICK, Hesperides, 1648; written before 1629. TO DIANEME. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, 5 ΙΟ Be you not proud of that rich hair, When all your world of beauty's gone. CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING. GET up, get up for shame, the blooming morn Each flower has wept, and bowed toward the east, When all the birds have matins said, Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green Gems in abundance upon you; Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; 1Ο 5 5 ΙΟ 15 20 |