Nor must we only part in joy; Our tears as well must be unkind : Weep you, that could such truth destroy, And I, that could such falseness find! Thus we must unconcern'd remain In our divided joys and pain. Yet we may love, but on this different score, You what I am, I what you were before. The Resolution. No, Cynthia; never think I can None but the duller Persians kneel, Whilst others equal influence feel, Though I resolve to love no more, The love of conquests now give o’er; To your much injur'd peace and name Love's farewell as a tribute pay; Grow now reserv'd, and raise your fame By your own choice, not your decay. She that to age her charms resigns, ROBERT HERRICK 66 Was author of a poetical volume published under the title of Hesperides," 1648, 8vo. which contains two little pieces, printed among Carew's poems, under the titles of "the Primrose," and "the Inquiry." Phillips, in his “Theatrum Poetarum," thinks him "not particularly influenced "by any Nymph or goddess, except his maid Pru:" but allows him to have shewn occasionally a pretty flowery "and pastoral gale of fancy," &c. Wood tells us (Ath. II. 122) that he was a Londoner born, though of a Leicestershire family; elected fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, from St John's, but took no degree; that being patronized by the earl of Exeter, he afterwards resided in Devonshire, much beloved, till, forced to withdraw, he retired to London, where he was still living, subsequent to the Restoration. For farther particulars, see the Gentleman's Magazine for 1796, p. 461, 645. To Virgins. HEAR, ye virgins, and I'll teach Kept, as Danae in a tower: Be ye lock'd up like to these, Or those babies in your eyes, A Meditation for his Mistress. You are a tulip, seen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew scarce man can say. You are a lovely July-flower, Yet one rude wind or ruffling shower You are a sparkling rose i' th' bud,— * * * 梁 You are a dainty violet,— Yet wither'd, ere you can be set You are the queen all flowers among,- The Bag of the Bee. [To be found also in " Wit a sporting in a pleasant Grove of new fancies," collected by H. B. 1657.] ABOUT the sweet bag of a bee Two Cupids fell at odds; And whose the pretty prize should be Which Venus hearing, thither came, Which done, to still their wanton * cries, * "the wantons'," in "Wit a sporting." |