Grief is infectious, and the air Young men, fly, when Beauty darts DIALOGUE. [From a MS. in the possession of Mr Malone.] Q. TELL me, Utrechia,' (since my fate, How I must love, and at what rate; By what despairs, 3 and what degrees, I may* my hopes enlarge, and my desires confine? "Eutresia." 3" And by what steps." 2 it is ever." 4"shall." A. First, when thy flames begin, See they burn all within; And so, as lookers-on may not descry I Smoke in a sigh, or sparkles in an eye. I would have had my love a good while there, And I myself would choose to know it, Q. When 4 my love is, your own way, thus betray'd, Must it still be 5 afraid? 6 May it not be sharp-sighted then, as well, And see you know that which it durst not tell, And from 9 that knowledge, hope *° it may Tell itself a louder way ? A. Let it alone a while: For whilst I dare not disapprove, Lest Is betray a knowledge of thy love, 7" know thou know'st." 8" dares." 9" by." 10 ❝ find." 12 ❝ me." I❝ itself o'er." 13" For." 14" perhaps" is wanting. 15" that.” I shall be so accustom'd to allow, That I shall scarce know how To be displeas'd when thou shalt it avow.” Q. When, by love's powerful silent sympathy, And that, by one another seen, They need 3 no breath to go between, Though in the main agreement of our breasts 6 Our tongues' sign too, as witness to the deed. A. Speak then: but when you whisper out the tale Of what you ail, Let it be so disorder'd, that I may Guess only thence what you would say. Then, to be able to speak sense Were an offence: And, 'twill thy passion tell the subtlest way, Not to know what to say." I ❝ not." 3" There needs." 5" Will it not." 7" tell." 2" powerful secret." 4" Only" is wanting. 6" The tongue's." 8" to be able" wanting. N. B. The variations in the notes are from a copy printed in the works of Sir R. Fanshaw, who translated this dialogue into Latin hexameters. WILLIAM STRODE Was born about 1600, and died in 1644. He became D. D. and canon of Christ Church, having served the offices of proctor and public orator to the University, and had the reputation of being a good preacher, an exquisite speaker, and au eminent poet. The following specimens are extracted from a miscellany called " Wit restored," 1658, 12mo. Answer to "The Lover's Melancholy." [Vide p. 63 of this volume.] RETURN, my joys! and hither bring Strong mirth which nothing shall control, A body nimbler than a soul, Free wandering thoughts, not tied to muse, Which, thinking all things, nothing choose, Which, ere we see them come, are gone ;— These life itself doth feed upon. Then take no care but only to be jolly: SONG. In Commendation of Music. WHEN whispering strains do softly steal With creeping passion through the heart, And when at every touch we feel Our pulses beat, and bear a part; Can scarce deny, The soul consists of harmony. |