F to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, Then my Lucasta might I crave Pity from blustring winde or swallowing wave. II. But I'le not sigh one blast or gale To swell my saile, Or pay a teare to swage The foaming blew-gods rage; For whether he will let me passe Of Henry and William Lawes an account may be found in Burney and Hawkins. Although the former (H. Lawes) set many of Lovelace's pieces to music, only two occur in the Ayres and Dialogues for One, Two, and Three Voyces, 1653-55-8, folio. III. Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated soules, All time and space controules: Above the highest sphere wee meet, Unseene, unknowne, and greet as angels greet. IV. So then we doe anticipate Our after-fate, And are alive i̇'th' skies, If thus our lips and eyes Can speake like spirits unconfin'd SONG. SET BY MR. JOHN LANIERE. TO LUCASTA. GOING TO THE WARRES. I. ELL me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde, Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde II. True: a new Mistresse now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith imbrace III. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not Honour more. A PARADOX. I. IS true the beauteous Starre1 Than that which leads me now; II. Through foul we follow faire, For had the world one face, 1 i. e. Lucasta. 2 The East was celebrated by all our early poets as the land of spices and rich gums: III. So from the glorious Sunne IV. The god, that constant keepes Is poore in joyes, and sleepes This knew the wisest, who "For now the fragrant East, The spicery o' th' world, Hath hurl'd A rosie tincture o'er the Phoenix nest." Otia Sacra, by Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland, |