DAMON Grass withers and the flowers too fade. CLORINDA Seize the short joys then ere they vade! Seest thou that unfrequented cave? That den? DAMON CLORINDA Love's shrine. DAMON But virtue's grave. CLORINDA In whose cool bosom we may lie, Safe from the sun. DAMON Not heaven's eye. CLORINDA Near this a fountain's liquid bell DAMON Might a soul bathe there and be clean, CLORINDA What is't you mean? DAMON Clorinda! pastures, caves, and springs,— These once had been enticing things. DAMON Words that transcend poor shepherds' skill; CLORINDA Sweet must Pan sound in Damon's note. DAMON Clorinda's voice might make it sweet. CLORINDA Who would not in Pan's praises meet? CHORUS Of Pan the flowery pastures sing! A DEFINITION OF LOVE. My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, And yet I quickly might arrive And always crowds itself betwixt. For Fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close : Their union would her ruin be And her tyrannic power depose. And therefore her decrees of steel Us as the distant poles have placed— Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel, Not by themselves to be embraced : Unless the giddy heaven fall And earth some new convulsion tear, As lines, so loves oblique may well Though infinite can never meet. Therefore the love which us doth bind, Is the conjunction of the mind HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695. EPITHALAMIUM TO THE BEST AND MOST ACCOMPLISHED COUPLE. Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads As the mild heaven on roses sheds When at their cheeks like pearls they wear The clouds that court them in a tear! And may they be fed from above By Him which first ordain'd your love! Fresh as the Hours may all your pleasures be, Sweet as the flowers' first breath, and close Soft as yourselves run your whole lives, and clear As your own glass, or what shines there! Smooth as Heaven's face, and bright as he When without mask or tiffany, In all your time not one jar meet, But peace as silent as his feet! Like the Day's warmth may all your comforts be, Yet free and full as is that sheaf And his cool'd locks breathe milder fires! And as the parcel'd glories he doth shed And when no more on earth you may remain, Then may your virtuous virgin-flames So you to both worlds shall rich presents bring; THOMAS STANLEY. 1625-1678. LOVE NOT TO BE Renewed. I prithee let my heart alone! Since now 'tis raised above thee: He that was shipwreck'd once before By such a Syren's call, And yet neglects to shun that shore, Each flattering kiss, each tempting smile, But I am proof against all art: Could I again be brought to love JOHN HALL. EPITAPH ON A GENTLEMAN AND HIS WIFE WHO DIED BOTH WITHIN A VERY FEW DAYS. Thrice happy Pair! who had and have Living one bed, now dead one grave: But left a question, whether one |