- Reason masters every sense,
And her virtues grace her birth:
Lovely as all excellence,
Modest in her most of mirth:
Likelihood enough to prove
Only worth could kindle love.
Such she is: and if you know
Such a one as I have sung;.
Be she brown, or fair, or so,
That she be but somewhile young;
Be assured, 'tis she, or none,
That I love, and love alone.
Gentle nymphs, be not refusing,
Love's neglect is time's abusing,
They and beauty are but lent you ;
Take the one, and keep the other:
Love keeps fresh what age doth smother,
Beauty gone, you will repent you.
"Twill be said, when ye have proved,
Never swains more truly loved:
O, then fly all nice behaviour!
Pity fain would (as her duty)
Be attending still on Beauty,
Let her not be out of favour..
Look as a lover, with a lingering kiss,
About to part with the best half that's his;
Fain would he stay, but that he fears to do it,
And curseth time for so fast hastening to it!
Now takes his leave, and yet begins anew
To make less vows than are esteemed true;
Then says he must be gone, and then doth find
Something he should have spoke that's out of
And whilst he stands to look for it in her eyes,
Their sad sweet glance so tie his faculties,
To think from what he parts, that he is now
As far from leaving her, or knowing how,
As when he came; begins his former strain,
To kiss, to vow, and take his leave again;
Then turns, comes back, sighs, pants, and yet doth go,
Apt to retire, and loathe to leave her so;→
Steere hither, steere, your winged pines,
All beaten mariners,
Here lie Love's undiscovered mines,
A prey to passengers;
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which makes the phœnix' urn and nest,
Fear not youre ships,
Nor any to oppose you, save our lips,
But come on shore
Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more.
For swelling waves, our panting breasts,
Where never stormes arise,
Exchange; and be awhile our guests:
For starres gaze on our eyes.
The compass, love shall hourly sing,
And as he goes about the ring,
We will not misse
To tell each point he nameth with a kisse.
Rise, lady! mistress rise!
The night hath tedious been,
No sleep hath fallen into my eyes,
Nor slumbers made me sin :
Is not she a saint then, say,
Thought of whom keeps sin away?
Rise, madam. rise! and give me light,
Whom darkness still will cover,
And ignorance, darker than night,
Till thou smile on thy lover;
All want day till thy beauty rise-
For the gray morn breaks from thine eyes.
Born 1591, died about 1664.
One ask'd me where the roses grew,—
I bade him not go seck;
But forthwith bade my Julia shew
A bud in either cheek.
Some ask'd me where the rubies grow!
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
Some ask how pearls did grow,
Then spoke I to my girl
To part her lips, and shew them there,
The quarrelets of pearl.
As Julia once a slumbering lay
It chanc'd a Bee did fly that way,
After a dew, or dew-like shower,
To tipple freely in a flower.
For some rich flower, he took the lip
Of Julia, and began to sip;
But when he felt he suck'd from thence
- Honey, and in the quintessence,
He drank so much he scarce could stir,
So Julia took the Pilferer.
And thus surpris'd, as filchers use,
He thus began himself to' excuse:
Sweet Lady-Flower, I never brought
Hither the least one thieving thought;
But taking those rare lips of yours
For some fresh, fragrant, luscious flowers,
I thought I might there take a taste,
Where so much syrup ran at waste.
Besides, know this, I never sting
The flower that gives me nourishing;
But with a kiss, or thanks, do pay
For honey that I bear away.
This said, he laid his little scrip
Of honey 'fore her Ladyship:
And told her, as some tears did fall,
That that he took, and that was all.
At which she smil'd, and bade him go
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