He's soft and tender, pray take heed, THE KISS, A DIALOGUE. 1. AMONG thy fancies, tell me this: What is the thing we call a kiss ?2. I shall resolve ye what it is: It is a creature born, and bred Chor. And makes more soft the bridal bed: 2. It is an active flame, that flies First to the babies of the eyes, And charms them there with lullabies ; 2. Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear, It frisks, and flies; now here, now there; Chor. And here, and there, and every- 1. Has it a speaking virtue ?-2. Yes.1. How speaks it, say?-2. Do you but this. Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss; Chor. And this love's sweetest language is. 1. Has it a body ?-2. Ay, and wings, TO ANTHEA. BID me to live, and I will live A heart as soft, a heart as kind, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay To honour thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Bid me despair, and I'll despair Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me; And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee, THOMAS CAREW. BORN 1589-DIED 1639, CAREW, who was descended of an ancient and respectable family in Gloucestershire, was, on his return from his travels, appointed by Charles the First a gentleman of the privy-chamber, and sewer in ordinary. Mr Campbell has given him praise fully as high as his poetical abilities merit in saying, that he unites the point and polish of later times with many of the genial and warm tints of the elder Muse. The "point and polish" are, however, often deformed with trivial conceits; and the "genial tints" blended with indelicacy which could scarce be expected in an accomplished gentleman of the privy-chamber of the First Charles, however appropriate to one who held the same office with the second of the name. Lord Clarendon has given the history and drawn the literary portrait of Carew in a few words. Of his poems, Clarendon says, that, "for the sharpness of the fancy, and the elegance of the language in which that fancy was spread, they were at least equal, if not superior, to any of the time. But his glory was, that, after fifty years spent with less exactness and severity than they ought to have been, he died with the greatest remorse for that license and with the greatest manifestations of Christianity that his friends could desire." DISDAIN RETURNED. HE that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and stedfast mind, BOLDNESS IN LOVE. MARK how the bashful morn in vain So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy! But, when with moving accents, thou SONG. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, Ask me no more whither do stray For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Ask me no more, whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west |