grove, The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn; Her veil was artificial flowers and leaves, Whose workmanship both man and beast de ceives: Many would praise the sweet smell as she past, She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind And branched with blushing coral to the knee; Where sparrows perched, of hollow pearl and gold,. Such as the world would wonder to behold: Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills, Which as she went, would cherup through their bills. Some say, for her the fairest Cupid pined, And, looking in her face, was strooken blind. About her naked neck his bare arms threw, And laid his childish head upon her breast, And, with still panting rockt, there took his rest. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE 66 DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe. Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! From the Greek of PHILOSTRATUS. Translation of BEN JONSON. |