Enter the dismal chancel of this room, Where each pale guest stands fix'd a living tomb, And when y'have plac'd your tapers on her urn, How poor a tribute 'tis to weep and mourn! That flood the channel of your eyelids fills, When you lose trifles, or what's less, your wills. If you'll be worthy of these obsequies, Be blind unto the world, and drop your eyes; Waste and consume, burn downward as this fire That's fed no more, so willingly expire; Pass through the cold and obscure narrow way, Then light your torches at the spring of day, There with her triumph in your victory, Such joy alone and such solemnity Becomes this funeral of virginity. Or, if you faint to be so blest: oh hear! But as it in your swathing-bands was given, But him, who now in thanks bows either knee, Dare to affect a serious holy sorrow, To which delights of palaces are narrow, And lasting as their smiles, dig you a room Where practice, the probation of your tomb, With ever-bended knees and piercing pray'r Smooth the rough pass through craggy earth to air; Flame there as lights that shipwreck'd mariners May put in safely, and secure their fears, Who adding to your joys, now owe you theirs. Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take To follow her in life, else through this lake Of nature wade, and break her earthly bars, Y'are fix'd with her upon a throne of stars Arched with a pure heav'n chrystaline, Where round you love and joy for ever shine. But you are dumb, as what you do lament More senseless than her very monument Which at your weakness weeps-spare that vain tear! Enough to burst the rev'rend sepulchre : Rise and walk home; there groaning prostrate fall And celebrate your own sad funeral; For howsoe'er you move, may hear or see You are more dead and buried than she. COLD as the breath of winds that blow And then a frown to rubies froze Yet cooled not the heat her sphere Then mov'd, and with a sudden flame Impatient to melt all again, Straight from her eyes she lightning hurl'd, And earth in ashes mourns ; The sun his blaze denies the world, And in her lustre burns: Yet warmed not the hearts, her nice Disdain had first congeal'd to ice. E And now her tears nor griev'd desire Her smiles divinity! They fann'd this heat, and thaw'd that cold, So fram'd up a new sky. Thus earth from flames and ice repriev'd, Ere since hath in her sunshine liv'd. TO A LADY THAT DESIRED ME I WOULD BEAR MY PART WITH HER IN A SONG. MADAM A. L. THIS is the prettiest motion: That calls your lord, set to your cries, What, though 'tis said I have a voice; In the same key with monkies jigs, Or the soft serenades above In calm of night, when cats make love. Was ever such a consort seen! Yet sooner they'll agree, one pair, They may embrace, sigh, kiss the rest: Our breath knows nought but east and west. Thus have I heard to childrens' cries, The fair nurse 'still such lullabies That well all said (for what there lay) Sure there's another way to save Your fancy, madam, that's to have ('Tis but petitioning kind fate) The organs sent to Billingsgate; Where they to that soft murmʼring quire Shall reach you all you can admire! Or do but hear how love-bang Kate, In pantry dark, for freage of mate, With edge of steel the square wood shapes, And Dido to it chaunts or scrapes. The merry Phaeton o'th' car, You'll vow makes a melodious jar; Sweeter and sweeter whistleth he To unanointed axletree; Such swift notes he and's wheels do run; Say, fair commandress, can it be You should ordain a mutiny? |