Why then should lovers (most will say) Love is like youth: he thirsts for age, We know that Hope and Love are twins; When Love thus in his centre ends, The weakest givers of relief, Stand in his council as the chief. And now he, to his period brought, From Love becomes some other thought. These lines I write not to remove United souls from serious love: The best attempts by mortals made Reflect on things which quickly fade; Yet never will I men persuade To leave affections, where may shine Impressions of the love divine. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. John Fletcher, son of the bishop of London, was born in 1576, and Francis Beaumont in 1585; but it is impossible to separate two names so closely united during their lives. It is generally supposed that Fletcher was superior in wit and imagination, Beaumont, (though the younger man) in taste and judgment. Their earliest composition was "The Woman hater," printed in 1707, 4to. Beaumont died in the twenty-ninth, and Fletcher in the forty-ninth year of his age. They were both educated in the University of Cambridge. SONG. [In "The Knight of the Burning Pestle."] He that would his body keep But contented lives for aye: The more he laughs the more he may. SONG. [In" The Nice Valour."] HENCE all you vain delights, As short as are the nights But only melancholy, Oh sweetest melancholy! Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes; Fountain-heads and pathless groves, SONG. [In "The Masque," &c.] YE should stay longer if we durst- Has now no power to make him stay! But though these games must needs be play'd, I would this pair, when they are laid, And not a creature nigh them, Could catch his scythe as he doth pass, A sad Song. [In "The Queen of Corinth."] WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan ! Sorrow calls no time that's gone. Violets pluck'd the sweetest rain |