No whisper now nor glance shall pass The world's at an end, and we come, we come! The State is now Love's foe, Love's foe: Lie two in a grave, and to bed, to bed! William Davenant. 229 TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA YE blushing virgins happy are In the chaste nunn'ry of her breasts, For he'd profane so chaste a fair, Who ere should call them Cupid's nests. Transplanted thus how bright ye grow! In those white cloisters live secure Then that which living gave you room, Your glorious sepulchre shall be. William Habington. GO, 230 LOVELY ROSE Go, lovely Rose Tell her, that wastes her time and me, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her, that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, In deserts where no men abide, Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Suffer herself to be desired, Then die-that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share Edmund Waller. ON A 231 GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! And yet there Edmund Waller. 232 THE ART OF LOVE HONEST lover whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when she appears i' th' room, Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, And in striving this to cover Dost not speak thy words twice over : Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If fondly thou dost not mistake, And all defects for graces take; Persuad'st thy self that jests are broken, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thou appear'st to be within, To what was ask'd thee properly: Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thy stomach calls to eat, And with much gazing on her face Dost not rise hungry from the place: Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If by this thou dost discover Thou dost begin to love anew: Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. John Suckling. 233 OUT UPON IT! I HAVE LOVED OUT upon it! I have loved Time shall moult away his wings, In the whole wide world again But the spite on 't is, no praise Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least e'er this A dozen dozen in her place! John Suckling. 234 I PRITHEE, SEND ME BACK MY HEART I PRITHEE, send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine : For if from yours you will not part, Yet now I think on 't-let it lie! To find it were in vain : For thou 'st a thief in either eye Why should two hearts in one breast lie, O Love, where is thy sympathy, But love is such a mystery I cannot find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am in most doubt. Then farewell care, and farewell woe! I will no longer pine: For I'll believe I have her heart, As much as she has mine. John Suckling. 235 WHEN, DEAREST, I BUT THINK OF THEE WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Are present, and my soul delighted; Still present with us, tho' unsighted. Thus, whilst I sit, and sigh the day Till night's black wings do overtake me, So they by their bright rays awake me. Thus absence dies, and dying proves That do partake of fair perfection: |