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CHORUS.

ALEXIS.

So in each other if the pitying sun

Thus keep us fix'd; ne'er may his course be run!

LUCASTA.

And oh! if night us undivided make;

Let us sleep still, and sleeping never wake!

THE CLOSE.

Cruel adieu's may well adjourn awhile
The sessions of a look, a kiss, or smile,
And leave behind an angry grieving blush;
But time nor fate can part us joined thus.

To Elinda,

THAT LATELY I HAVE NOT WRITTEN.

IF in me anger, or disdain

In you, or both, made me refrain
From th' noble intercourse of verse,
That only virtuous thoughts rehearse;
Then, chaste Elinda, might you fear
The sacred vows that I did swear.

But if alone some pious thought
Me to an inward sadness brought,

Thinking to breathe your soul too well,
My tongue was charmed with that spell;
And left it (since there was no room

To voice your worth enough) struck dumb.

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,

SONNET.

SET BY MR. WILLIAM LAW ES.

WHEN I by thy fair shape did swear,
And mingled with each vow a tear,
I lov'd, I lov'd thee best,

I swore as I profess'd;

For all the while you lasted warm and pure, My oaths too did endure;

But once turn'd faithless to thyself, and old, They then with thee incessantly grew cold.

I swore myself thy sacrifice

By th' ebon bows that guard thine eyes,
Which now are alter'd white,

And by the glorious light

Of both those stars, of which their spheres bereft

Only the jelly's left:

Then changed thus, no more I'm bound to you Than swearing to a saint that proves untrue.

Lucasta Weeping.

SONG.

SET BY MR. JOHN LANEERE.

LUCASTA Wept, and still the bright
Enamour'd God of day,

With his soft handkerchief of light,
Kiss'd the wet pearls away.

But when her tears his heat o'ercame,
In clouds he quench'd his beams,
And griev'd, wept out his eye of flame,
So drowned her sad streams.

At this she smil'd, when straight the sun
Clear'd, with her kind desires;

And by her eyes reflection,

Kindled again his fires.

The Vintage to the Dungeon.

A SONG.

SET BY MR. WILLIAM LAWES.

SING out, pent souls, sing cheerfully!
Care shackles you in liberty,

Mirth frees you in captivity:

Would you double fetters add?
Else why so sad?

CHORUS.

Besides your pinion'd arms you'll find
Grief too can manacle the mind.

Live then pris'ners uncontrol'd;
Drink o'th' strong, the rich, the old,
Till wine too hath your wits in hold;
Then if still your jollity,

And throats are free;

CHORUS.

Triumph in your bonds and pains,
And dance to th' music of your chains.

ON THE DEATH OF

MRS. ELIZABETH FILMER.

AN ELEGIACAL EPITAPH.

You that shall live awhile before
Old Time tires, and is no more;
When that this ambitious stone
Stoops low as what it tramples on;
Know that in that age when sin
Gave the world law, and govern'd queen,
A virgin liv'd, that still put on

White thoughts, though out of fashion;
That trac'd the stars spite of report,
And durst be good, though chidden for't:
Of such a soul that infant heav'n
Repented what it thus had giv'n ;
For finding equal happy man,

Th' impatient pow'rs snatch'd it again:
Thus chaste as th' air whither she's fled,
She making her celestial bed

In her warm alabaster lay

As cold as in this house of clay;
Nor were the rooms unfit to feast
Or circumscribe this angel-guest;
The radiant gem was brightly set
In as divine a carcanet;

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