THE DEDICATION. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE JOHN SIR, Το LOVELACE, ESQUIRE.1 SUCASTA (fair, but hapless maid!) An orphan grown, she bows to you! Oh may she find protection there! Nor let her welcome be the less, 'Cause a rough hand makes her address: This gentleman was the eldest son of John, second Lord Lovelace of Hurley, co. Berks, by Anne, daughter of Thomas, Earl of Cleveland. The first part of Lucasta was inscribed by the poet himself to Lady Lovelace, his mother. For, conscious how unfit I am, And leave her tears to plead the rest. SIR, Your most obedient Servant and kinsman DUDLEY POSTHUMUS-LOVELACE. POEMS. TO LVCASTA. HER RESERVED LOOKS. UCASTA, frown, and let me die, You hide our fate within its screen; LUCASTA LAUGHING. EARK, how she laughs aloud, Who cry one drop, let fall From her, might save the universal ball. At our ridiculous pain; She laughs, until she cry. Sages, forbear That ill-contrived tear, Although your fear Doth barricado hope from your soft ear. Which downwards on its head doth go, And her just pleasure feast: For the unjustest act Is still the pleasant'st jest. NIGHT. TO LUCASTA. IGHT! loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun, Thou dost arise our living hell; With thee grones, terrors, furies dwell; Until Lucasta doth awake, And with her beams these heavy chains off shake. Behold! with opening her almighty lid, Bright eyes break rowling, and with lustre spread, |