A GUILTLESSE LADY IMPRISONED: AFTER PENANCED. SONG. SET BY MR. WILLIAM LAWES. I. EARK, faire one, how what e're here is But joy t' enjoy thee, though in griefe. II. See! that which chaynes you, you chaine here; How much thy jaylor's keeper art! He bindes your hands, but you his heart. III. The gyves to rase so smooth a skin, IV. And play about thy wanton wrist, As if in them thou so wert drest; But if too rough, too hard they presse, Oh, they but closely, closely kisse. V. And as thy bare feet blesse the way, The people doe not mock, but pray, And call thee, as amas'd they run VI. The merry torch burnes with desire VII. The sheet's ty'd ever to thy wast, And see! thy very very bonds Are bound to thee, to binde such hands. TO HIS DEARE BROTHER COLONEL F. L. IMMODERATELY MOURNING MY BROTHERS 1 UNTIMELY DEATH AT CARMARTHEN. I. F teares could wash the ill away, II. One drop another cals, which still 1 Thomas Lovelace. See Memoir. ΙΙΙ. Coward fate degen❜rate man He whips us first, untill we weepe, IV. Then from thy firme selfe never swerve; Are ner'e wipe't out with a wet eye. But this way you may gaine the field, TO A LADY THAT DESIRED ME I WOULD BEARE MY PART WITH HER IN A SONG. MADAM A. L.' HIS is the prittiest motion: Madam, th' alarums of a drumme 1 "Madam A. L." is not in MS. copy. "The Lady A. L.” and "Madam A. L." may very probably be two different persons for Carew in his Poems (edit. 1651, 8vo. p. 2) has a piece "To A. L.; Persuasions to Love," and it is possible that the What, though 'tis said I have a voice; I know 'tis but that hollow noise Which (as it through my pipe doth speed) A. L. of Carew, and the A. L. mentioned above, are identical. The following poem is printed in Durfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, v. 120, but whether it was written by Lovelace, and addressed to the same lady, whom he represents above as requesting him to join her in a song, or whether it was the production of another pen, I cannot at all decide. It is not particularly unlike the style of the author of Lucasta. At all events, I am not aware that it has been appropriated by anybody else, and as I am reluctant to omit any piece which Lovelace is at all likely to have composed, I give these lines just as I find them in Durfey, where they are set to music :— "To his fairest VALENTINE Mrs. A. L. "Her bosom is love's paradise, There is no heav'n but in her eyes; "She's Nature's choicest cabinet, Where honour, beauty, worth and wit The graces claim an interest: In the same key with monkeys jiggs, Or dirges of proscribed piggs, Or the soft Serenades above In calme of night,1 when2 cats make3 love. Was ever such a consort seen! The faire nurse still such lullabies, That, well all sayd (for what there lay), The pleasure did the sorrow pay. Sure ther's another way to save 1 Nights-Editor's MS. 2 Where-Ibid. 3 Do-Ibid. There is here either an interpolation in the printed copy, or an hiatus in the MS. The latter reads: "Yet may I 'mbrace, sigh, kisse, the rest," &c., thus leaving out a line and a half or upward of the poem, as it is printed in Lucasta. 5 MS. reads:-"Youre phansie, madam," omitting "that's to have." Original and MS. have reach. |