Full of pity as may be, Though perhaps not so to me. Reason masters every sense, And her virtues grace her birth: Modest in her most of mirth: Such she is: and if you know Be she brown, or fair, or so, That she be but somewhile young; Be assured, 'tis she, or none, That I love, and love alone. BROWNE. TO A LADY ADMIRING HERSELF IN A LOOKING-GLASS. FAIR Lady, when you see the grace A cherry lip that would entice That with your shadow might compare, The thing that men most doat upon. "Now you have what you love (you'll say,) RANDOLPH. ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale that held that lovely dear; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. WALLER. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still! Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love: O, if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretel my hopeless doom in some grove nigh; As thou, from year to year, hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I. MILTON. TO HIS LOVE, WEEPING. UNCLOSE those eye-lids, and outshine Why should it fade so soon away? The suns so drown'd i' th' morning tears. 166 THE RESOLVE. Oh! let not sadness cloud this beauty, Which if you lose, you'll ne'er recover! It is not love's but sorrow's duty, To die so soon for a dead lover. Banish, oh! banish grief, and then Our joys will bring our hopes again. H. GLAPTHORNE. THE RESOLVE. TELL me not of a face that's fair, The only argument can move The glories of your ladies be And but resemble what we see Each common object brings. |