Come here, and chose On which of these proud plats thou would repose, With both dispence? In higher flights then wings can lend. Since man's but pasted up of Earth, What Diamond eyes? Or thou alone To tell what others were, came down? John Hall. ΙΟ To Celia pleading want of Merit. DEa Ear urge no more that killing cause Love is not fetter'd by such laws, Though thou deniest I should be thine, Oh rather frown away my breath With thy disdain, Or flatter me with smiles to death; By joy or sorrow slain, "Tis lesse crime to be kill'd by thee, Then I thus cause of mine own death should be. Thy self of beauty to devest And me of love, Or from the worth of thine own breast In us a blindnesse, and in thee At best a sacrilegious modestie. But (Celia) if thou wilt despise Nor rate thy self at the just price Of beauty or desire, Yet meet my flames and thou shalt see That equal love knows no disparity. Thomas Stanley. ΤΟ 20 Sicknesse may fright the roses from her cheek, But all the subtile wayes that death doth seek Flames that are kindled by the eye, But ours that boast a reach far higher For when we must resign our vital breath, We by this friendship shall survive in death, Weak Love through fortune or distrust In time forgets to burn, But this pursues us to the Urn, And marries either's Dust. Thomas Stanley. ΙΟ 20 The Divorce. Dear, back my wounded heart restore, And turn away thy powerful eyes Flatter my willing soul no more, Love must not hope what Fate denies. Take, take away thy smiles and kisses, Thy Love wounds deeper then Disdain, For he that sees the Heaven he misses, Sustains two Hels, of losse and pain. Shouldst thou some others suit prefer, I might return thy scorn to thee, Or in thy unrelenting breast Should I disdain or coynesse move, Since then unkind Fate will divorce And I in death shall be delighted. Thus whilst so many suppliants woe Thomas Stanley. |