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LOVE'S SERVILE LOT.
Love, mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve; They reckon least how little Love
Their service doth deserve.
The will she robbeth from the wit,
The sense from reason's lore ; She is delightful in the rind,
Corrupted in the core.
She shroudeth vice in virtue's veil;
Pretending good in ill;
A kiss where she doth kill.
A honey-shower rains from her lips,
Sweet lights shine in her face; She hath the blush of virgin mind,
The mind of viper's race.
She makes thee seek, yet fear to find;
To find, but not enjoy:
many frowns some gliding smiles
She wooes thee to come near her fire,
Yet doth she draw it from thee; Far off she makes thy heart to fry,
And yet to freeze within thee.
She letteth fall some luring baits
For fools to gather up;
She tempereth her cup.
Small flies in spinner's web;
But makes them soon to ebb.
Her wat'ry eyes have burning fórce *;
Her foods and flames conspire :
And sighs do blow her fire.
For May is full of flowers;
For love is full of showers.
Like tyrant, cruel wound she gives,
Like surgeop, salve she lends;
For death is both their ends.
With soothing words enthralled souls
She chains in servile bands;
best understands t.
* Her wat’ry eyes have burning force.] Anacreon, in his directions to the painter, orders him to give his mistress the moist, watery eye :
Το δε βλέμμα νύν αληθώς
"Αμα δ' υγρόν, ως Κυθήρής. In Amicam Suam. + Her eye in silence hath a speech
Which eye best understands.] The expression of silence was
never more poetically introduced, or applied with greater truth, than by Mr. Sheridan, in his noble verses to the memory of Garrick:
Th' expressive glance, whose subtil comment draws
A sense in silence, and a will in thought. G. Fletcher has, in his description of Justice, with great sublimity, attributed to her the power of interpreting the silence of thought:
..... for she each wish could find
Part I. St, 10.
Her sleep in sin doth end in wrath,
Remorse rings her awake;
Despairs her upshot make.
Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,
Leave off your idle pain;
Love's service is in vain.
DESCRIPTION OF SPRING,
WHEREIN EACH THING RENEWS, SAVE ONLY THE LOVER.
The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings
hath clad the hill, and eke the vale;
EARL OF SURREY.
BY QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Rieve, and dare not show my discontent,
I am, and not, I freeze, and yet am burn'd,
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Some gentler passions slide into my mind,
Or let me live wiih some more sweet content,
Signed, “ Finis, Eliza. Regina, upon
Moun-s departure," Ashmol. Mus.
* If these lines are genuine, they are extremely curious, as presenting us with a lively picture of the workings of a great mind on an interesting occasion; and they serve to ascertain a fact which does not appear to have been much noticed by historians, that an habitual in