SONNET.

SET BY MR. HUDSON.

I.

EPOSE your finger of that ring,

And crowne mine with't awhile;
Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring
Back with it more of soile?

Or shines it not as innocent,
As honest, as before 'twas lent?

II.

So then inrich me with that treasure,
"Twill but increase your store,

And please me (faire one) with that pleasure
Must please you still the more.

Not to save others is a curse

The blackest, when y'are ne're the worse.

No

ODE.

SET BY DR JOHN WILSON.1

TO LUCASTA. THE ROSE.

I.

WEET serene skye-like flower,

Haste to adorn her bower;

From thy long clowdy bed

Shoot forth thy damaske2 head.

Dr. John Wilson was a native of Feversham in Kent, a gentleman of Charles the First's chapel, and chamber-musician to his majesty. For an account of his works, see Burney's His

II.

New-startled blush of Flora!
The griefe of pale Aurora,
Who will contest no more,

Haste, haste, to strowe her floore.

III.

Vermilion ball, that's given

From lip to lip in Heaven;

Loves couches cover-led,

Haste, haste, to make her bed.

IV.

Dear offspring of pleas'd Venus,
And jollie plumpe Silenus;

Haste, haste, to decke the haire,
Of th' only sweetly faire.

V.

See! rosie is her bower,

Her floore is all this flower;

Her bed a rosie nest

By a bed of roses prest.

tory of Music, vol. iii. pp. 399-400, or Hawkins' History of Music, iii. 57, where a portrait of Wilson, taken from the original painting, will be found. Wood, author of the Fasti and Athena, says that he was in his time, "the best at the lute in all England." Herrick, in his Hesperides, 1648, has these lines in reference to Henry Lawes :

"Then if thy voice commingle with the string,

I hear in thee the rare Laniere to sing,

Or curious Wilson."

2 In a MS. copy of the poem contemporary with the author, now before me, this word is omitted.

VI.

But early as she dresses,

Why fly you her bright tresses?
Ah! I have found, I feare;
Because her cheekes are neere.

redder than roses

LOVE CONQUER'D.

A SONG.

SET BY MR. HENRY LAWES.

I.

HE childish god of love did sweare
Thus: By my awfull bow and quiver,
Yon' weeping, kissing, smiling pair,
I'le scatter all their vowes i' th' ayr,
And their knit imbraces shiver.

II.

Up then to th' head with his best art
Full of spite and envy blowne,

At her constant marble heart,

He drawes his swiftest surest dart,

Which bounded back, and hit his owne.

III.

Now the prince of fires burnes;

Flames in the luster of her eyes; Triumphant she, refuses, scornes; He submits, adores and mournes, And is his votresse sacrifice.

D

IV.

Foolish boy! resolve me now

What 'tis to sigh and not be heard?
He weeping kneel'd, and made a vow:
The world shall love as yon' fast two;
So on his sing'd wings up he steer❜d.

A LOOSE SARABAND.

SET BY MR. HENRY LAWES.

I.

H me! the little tyrant theefe !
As once my heart was playing,
He snatcht it up and flew away,
Laughing at all my praying.

II.

Proud of his purchase,1 he surveys
And curiously sounds it,

And though he sees it full of wounds,
Cruel one, still 2 he wounds it.

Prize. It is not uncommonly used by the early dramatists in this sense; but the verb to purchase is more usually found than the noun.

"Yet having opportunity, he tries,

Gets her goodwill, and with his purchase flies."

WITHER'S Abuses Stript and Whipt, 1613.

2 Here I have hazarded an emendation of the text. In original we read, cruell still on. Lovelace's poems were evidently printed without the slightest care.

III.

And now this heart is all his sport,
Which as a ball he boundeth

From hand to breast, from breast to lip,

And all its rest confoundeth.

IV.

Then as a top he sets it up,

And pitifully whips it;

Sometimes he cloathes it gay and fine,
Then straight againe he strips it.

V.

He cover'd it with false reliefe,
Which gloriously show'd it;
And for a morning-cushionet
On's mother he bestow'd it.

VI.

Each day, with her small brazen stings,
A thousand times she rac'd it;

But then at night, bright with her gemmes,

Once neere her breast she plac'd it.

VII.

There warme it

gan

to throb and bleed;

She knew that smart, and grieved; At length this poore condemned heart With these rich drugges repreeved.

1 Original reads it's.

2 Original has beliefe.