Heaven does not impart Such a grace as to love unto every one's heart; To be wounded, and miss: Then blessed be love's fire, And more blessed her eyes, that first taught me desire. TYRANNIC LOVE; OR, THE ROYAL MARTYR. 1669. OU ST. CATHERINE ASLEEP. You pleasing dreams of love and sweet delight, Appear before this slumbering Virgin's sight: Soft visions set her free From mournful piety; Let her sad thoughts from heaven retire; And let the melancholy love Of those remoter joys above Give place to your more sprightly fire; Let purling streams be in her fancy seen, And flowery meads, and vales of cheerful green; Soft sighing wishes lie, And smiling hopes fast by, And just beyond them ever-laughing loves. THE COURSE OF LOVE. AH, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young desire! Sighs, which are from lovers blown, Cure, like trickling balm, their smart. Lovers when they lose their breath, Love and time with reverence use; 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. AMBOYN A. 1673. THE SEA FIGHT. HO ever saw a noble sight, WH That never viewed a brave sea-fight! Hang up your bloody colours in the air, Up with your lights, and your nettings prepare; Your merry mates cheer with a lusty bold spright, Now each man his brindice, and then to the fight. St. George! St. George! we cry, The shouting Turks reply. Oh now it begins, and the gun-room grows hot, Hark, does it not thunder? no, 'tis the gun's roar, For here the coward cannot fly. Now, now they grapple, and now board amain; Give them a broadside, the dice run at all, Down comes the mast, and yard and tacklings fall; She grows giddy now, like blind Fortune's wheel, She sinks there, she sinks, she turns up her keel. Who ever beheld so noble a sight, As this so brave, so bloody sea-fight! FRO ALBION AND ALBANUS. 1685. NEREIDS RISING FROM THE SEA. ROM the low palace of old father Ocean, Every nymph of the flood, her tresses rending, KING ARTHUR; OR, THE BRITISH WORTHY. 1691. YOUR hay it is mowed, and your corn is reaped : And merrily roar out harvest home! Harvest home, Harvest home; And merrily roar out harvest home! Come, my boys, come, &c. *This rustic madrigal, with its rant against the parsons, forms part of the enchantments of Merlin, and is sung by Comus and pea sants. tithes. The introduction of Comus is as anomalous as the allusion to We have cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again, One in ten; For why should a blockhead have one in ten, For prating so long like a book-learned sot, Burn to pot; Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot. Burn to pot, &c. We'll toss off our ale till we cannot stand: Old England; And hoigh for the honour of Old England. Old England, &c. CLEOMENES; OR, THE SPARTAN HERO. 1692. FIDELITY. [O, no, poor suffering heart, no change endeavour, * As for the women, though we scorn and flout 'em, The Will. Cupid shall guard the door, the more to please us, LOVE TRIUMPHANT; OR, NATURE WILL PREVAIL. 1693. THE TYRANT JEALOUSY. WHAT state of life can be so blessed WE As love, that warms a lover's breast? To grant the bliss, and to require! O Jealousy! 'Tis all from thee, Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, From Jealousy: O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind. False in thy glass all objects are, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! |