LOVELACE'S LUCASTA. SONG. SET BY MR. HENRY LAW ES. co Zucasta, GOING BEYOND THE SEAS. IF to be absent were to be Or that when I am gone, Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave. But I'll not sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail, Or pay a tear to 'suage The foaming blue-god's rage; For whether he will let me pass Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. B Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated souls, All time and space controls: Above the highest sphere we meet Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. So then we do anticipate And are alive i'th' skies, If thus our lips and eyes Can speak like spirits unconfin'd SONG. SET BY MR. JOHN LANIERE. To Lucasta, GOING TO THE WARS. TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, True; a new mistress now I chase, And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such, I could not love thee, dear, so much, A PARADOX. 'Tis true the beauteous star To which I first did bow Burnt quicker, brighter far Than that which leads me now; So long, near lost my sight. Through foul, we follow fair, For had the world one face So from the glorious sun, To some black cave, or grot! Twice read, had rather view The god that constant keeps Is poor in joys, and sleeps SONG. SET BY MR. HENRY LAW ES. To Amarantha, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR. AMARANTHA, sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee let it fly. Let it fly as unconfin'd As its calm ravisher, the wind; Who hath left his darling th' east, To wanton o'er that spicy nest. Ev'ry tress must be confest; But neatly tangled at the best; Like a clue of golden thread, Most excellently ravelled. Do not then wind up that light In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night, Like the sun in's early ray; But shake your head and scatter day. See 'tis broke! within this grove, Here we'll strip and cool our fire In cream below, in milk-baths higher: And when all wells are drawn dry, I'll drink a tear out of thine eye. Which our very joys shall leave, |