THE SCRUTINIE. SONG. SET BY MR. THOMAS CHARLES.1 I. FHY shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn, Since thine I vow'd to be? Lady, it is already Morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee II. Have I not lov'd thee much and long, III. Not but all joy in thy browne haire But I must search the black and faire, Like skilfulle minerallists that sound For treasure in un-plow'd-up ground. 'This poem appears in Wits Interpreter, by John Cotgrave, ed. 1662, p. 214, under the title of " On his Mistresse, who unjustly taxed him of leaving her off." 2 So Cotgrave. Lucasta reads should you. 3 So Cotgrave. Lucasta. So Cotgrave. 5 So Cotgrave. This is preferable to hours, the reading in Lucasta reads must. Lucasta has could. So Cotgrave. Lucasta reads By. • Unbidden-Cotgrave. IV. Then if, when I have lov'd my1 round, With spoyles of meaner beauties crown'd, PRINCESSE LOYSA3 DRAWING. SAW a little Diety, Whom Venus, at first blush, surpris'd, Now wanton, and ith' coole oth' Sunne And thousands more, whom he had slaine; I will un-God that toye! cri'd she; To Pan's imbraces, with the haste Shee fled him once, whose reede-pipe rent 1 thee-Cotgrave. 2 In spoil-Cotgrave. 3 Probably the second daughter of Frederic and Elizabeth of Bohemia, b. 1622. See TOWNEND's Descendants of the Stuarts, 1858, p. 7. Theseus return'd invokes the Ayre Half in his armes, halfe in the flood. At Iphis feete, who smiles at1 all: Her father there; Daphne the faire Who pay him their due Orisons, Gay as his youth, now offering Senceless and colde then he before. See heere a pow'r above the slow So said, she riv'd the wood in two, 'Original has of. And with the string their feathers bound Beauties, than they destroy'd before. A FORSAKEN LADY TO HER FALSE SERVANT THAT IS DISDAINED BY HIS NEW MISTRISS.1 you I wish KERE it that you so shun me, 'cause owne Torments, to heare another sadly groane, I were most happy in my paines, to be Thou most unjust, that really dost know, 1 Carew (Poems, ed. 1651, p. 53) has some lines, entitled, "In the person of a Lady to her Inconstant Servant," which are of nearly similar purport to Lovelace's poem, but are both shorter and better. Uncharitablest both wayes, to denie That pity me, for which yourself must dye, Flye on, flye on, swift Racer, untill she Nor yet looke back, nor yet must we Run then like spoakes in wheeles eternally, And never overtake? Be dragg'd on still By the weake cordage of your untwin'd will Round without hope of rest? No, I will turne, And with my goodnes boldly meete your scorne; My goodnesse which Heav'n pardon, and that fate Made you hate love, and fall in love with hate. But I am chang'd! Bright reason, that did give My soule a noble quicknes, made me live One breath yet longer, and to will, and see Hath reacht me pow'r to scorne as well as thee: That thou, which proudly tramplest on my grave, Thyselfe mightst fall, conquer'd my double slave: That thou mightst, sinking in thy triumphs, moan, And I triumph in my destruction. Hayle, holy cold! chaste temper, hayle! the fire Rav'd' o're my purer thoughts I feel t' expire, 1 Rav'd seems here to be equivalent to reav'd, or bereav'd. Perhaps the correct reading may be "reav'd." See Worcester's Dictionary, art. RAVE, where Menage's supposition of affinity between rave and bereave is perhaps a little too slightingly treated. |