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TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS Mark how those statues like men move,

Whilst men with wonder statues prove! When thou, poor excommunicate

This stiff rock bends to worship her, From all the joys of love, shalt see That idol turns idolater. The full reward and glorious fate

Now, see how all the new inspired Which my strong faith shall purchase Images with love are fired! me,

Hark how the tender marble groans Then curse thine own inconstancy.

And all the late transformed stones

Court the fair nymph with many a tear, A fairer hand than thine shall cure

Which she (more stony than they were) That heart, which thy false oaths did

Beholds with unrelenting mind; wound;

Whilst they, amazed to see combined And to my soul, a soul more pure

Such matchless beauty, with disdain, Than thine, shall by Love's hand be

Are all turned into stone again. bound, And both with equal glory crowned.

SIR JOHN SUCKLING Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain

(1609–1642) To Love, as I did once to thee; When all thy tears shall be as vain

I PRITHEE SEND ME BACK V As mine were then; for thou shalt be

Damn'd for thy false apostacy.

I prithee send me back my heart,

Since I cannot have thine:

For if from yours you will not part, If the quick spirits in your eye

Why then shouldst thou have mine? Now languish, and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace

Yet now I think on't, let it lie, Must fly from that forsaken face;

To find it were in vain, Then, Celia, let us reap our joys,

For th' hast a thief in either eye Ere time such goodly fruit destroys.

Would steal it back again.

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When, like committed linnets, I

With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,

And glories of my king;
When I shall voice aloud how good

He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds, that curl the flood,

Know no such liberty.

Get up, get up for shame, the blooming


Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take

That for a hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love

And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above

Enjoy such liberty.

Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.

See how Aurora throws her fair
Fresh-quilted colours through the air!
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see

The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Each flower has wept, and bowed toward

the east,
Above an hour since; yet you not drest,

Nay! not so much as out of bed?
When all the birds have matins said,
And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin,

Nay, profanation to keep in,
When as a thousand virgins on this day
Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in





Why shouldst thou swear I am forsworn, Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen Since thine I vowed to be?

To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh Lady, it is already morn,

And 'twas last night I swore to thee And sweet as Flora. Take no care That fond impossibility.

For jewels for your gown or hair;

and green





Fear not, the leaves will strew

And some have wept, and woo'd, and Gems in abundance upon you;

plighted troth, Besides, the childhood of the day has And chose their priest, ere we can cast kept,

off sloth. Against you come, some orient pearls Many a green-gown has been given; unwept;

Many a kiss, both odd and even; Come, and receive them while the light Many a glance too has been sent Hangs on the dew-locks of the night, From out the eye, love's firmament; And Titan on the eastern hill

Many a jest told of the key's betraying Retires himself, or else stands still This night, and locks picked, yet w' are Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be

not a-Maying brief in praying: Few beads are best, when once we go Come, let us go, while we are in our a-Maying.


And take the harmless folly of the time. Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, We shall grow old apace and die mark

Before we know our liberty. How each field turns a street, each street Our life is short, and our days run a park

As fast away as does the sun, Made green, and trimmed with trees; And as a vapor, or a drop of rain, see how

Once lost can ne'er be found again; Devotion gives each house a bough So when or you or I are made Or branch; each porch, each door, ere A fable, song, or fleeting shade, this

All love, all liking, all delight, An ark, a tabernacle is,

Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Made up of white-thorn neatly inter- Then while time serves, and we are but wove,

decaying; As if here were those cooler shades of Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maylove.

Can such delights be in the street
And open fields, and we not see't?
Come, we'll abroad, and let's obey

The proclamation made for May,
And sin no more, as we have done, by Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,

The shooting stars attend thee, But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-May- And the elves also, ing.

Whose little eyes glow

Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. There's not a budding boy or girl this

No will-o'-th' wisp mislight thee; But is got up and gone to bring in May. Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;

A deal of youth, ere this, is come But on, on thy way, Back, and with white-thorn laden Not making a stay, home.

Since ghost there's none to affright thee. Some have dispatched their cakes and cream,

Let not the dark thee cumber; Before that we have left to dream; What though the moon does slumber?




The stars of the night

Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.

Then Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me:

And when I shall meet

Thy silv'ry feet,
My soul I'll pour into thee.


I dare not ask a kiss,

I dare not beg a smile, Lest having that, or this,

I might grow proud the while.

No, no, the utmost share

Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air,

That lately kissed thee.



Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run,

The nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry; ror having lost but once your prime,

You may forever tarry.



Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears

Speak grief in you,

Who were but born
Just as the modest morn

Teemed her refreshing dew?
Alas, you have not known that shower

That mars a flower,

Nor felt the unkind
Breath of a blasting wind,
Nor are ye worn with years,

Or warped, as we,

Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers, like to orphans

young, To speak by tears before ye have a


Speak, whimpering younglings, and make

The reason why

Ye droop and weep.
Is it for want of sleep,

Or childish lullaby?
Or that ye have not seen as yet

The violet?

Or brought a kiss
From that sweetheart to this?
No, no, this sorrow shown

By your tears shed

Would have this lecture read: That things of greatest, so of meanest

worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears

brought forth.

Who May Command Him Anything

Bid me to live, and I will live

Thy protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give

A loving heart to thee.

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