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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
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.
When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
And glories of my king;
He is, how great should be,
Know no such liberty.
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
That for a hermitage;
And in my soul am free,
Enjoy such liberty.
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
See how Aurora throws her fair
The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Nay! not so much as out of bed?
Nay, profanation to keep 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;
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.
NIGHT PIECE, TO JULIA
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,
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.
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE
MUCH OF TIME
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.
TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH
Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears
Speak grief in you,
Who were but born
Teemed her refreshing dew?
That mars a flower,
Nor felt the unkind
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
Ye droop and weep.
Or childish lullaby?
Or brought a kiss
By your tears shed
Would have this lecture read: That things of greatest, so of meanest
worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy protestant to be;
A loving heart to thee.