Whose glory like a meteor shone, Admir'd a while, but slighted known. Fierce, as the chafed lyon hies, Now, as in warre intestine where, 'Gainst his own breast, which she puts by With a soft lip and gentle eye, Then closes with him on the ground And now her smiles have heal'd his wound. Alexis too again is found; But not untill those heavy crimes She hath kis'd off a thousand times, And now they gaze, and sigh, and weep, Whilst each cheek doth the other's steep, Whilst tongues, as exorcis'd, are calm; Onely the rhet❜rick of the palm Prevailing pleads, untill at last Her various chance and diffring fate: Who whilst they for the same things fight, And shepheards freedome, each destroyes Since seeking thus the remedie, They fancy (building on false ground) From this sad storm of fire and blood Where she 'mongst savage beasts doth find 1i. e. than among human kind. 2 It may be presumed that Lucasta had adopted the name of Calia during her sylvan retreat. Under a shade of Eglantine, Upon a dish of Natures cheere Which both grew, drest and serv'd up there : That done, she feasts her smell with po'ses Then wagers which hath most content As walking above all the spheres: So that, which to his thoughts he meant His armes hung up and his sword broke, Himself unto the humble crook. And for a full reward of all, She now doth him her shepheard call, And in a see of flow'rs install: 1 Impatient. 2 Tranquil or secluded. Ye panting virgins, that do meet TO ELLINDA, THAT LATELY I HAVE NOT WRITTEN. I. F in me anger, or disdaine In you, or both, made me refraine II. But if alone some pious thought III. So then this silence doth reveal No thought of negligence, but zeal : For, as in adoration, This is love's true devotion; Children and fools the words repeat, But anch'rites pray in tears and sweat. ELLINDA'S GLOVE. HOU SONNET. I. 1 snowy farme with thy five tenements! 1 Tell thy white mistris here was one, That call'd to pay his dayly rents; But she a-gathering flowr's and hearts is gone, And thou left voyd to rude possession. II. But grieve not, pretty Ermin cabinet, If not, what tenant can there fit The slender turnings of thy narrow roome, III. Then give me leave to leave my rent with thee: For though the lute's too high for me, Yet servants, knowing minikin3 nor base, i. e. the white glove of the lady with its five fingers. 2 Doom. A description of musical pin attached to a lute. It was only brought into play by accomplished musicians. In the address of "The Country Suiter to his Love," printed in Cotgrave's Wits Interpreter, 1662, p. 119, the man says: "Fair Wench! I cannot court thy sprightly eyes With a base-viol plac'd betwixt my thighs, |