CHо. Here let us sit, and sing the words they spoke, Till the day-breaking their embraces broke.

SHEPHERD.

See, love, the blushes of the morn appear;
And now she hangs her pearly store
(Robb'd from the eastern shore)
I' th' cowslip's bell and rose's ear:
Sweet, I must stay no longer here.

NYMPH.

Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day,*
But show my sun must set; no morn

Shall shine till thou return:

The yellow planets, and the gray
Dawn, shall attend thee on thy way.

SHEPHERD.

If thine eyes gild my paths, they may forbear Their useless shine. NYм. My tears will quite Extinguish their faint light.

SHEP. Those drops will make their beams more clear, Love's flames will shine in every tear.

CHORUS.

They kist, and wept; and from their lips and eyes, In a mixt dew of briny sweet,

* This pastoral dialogue seems to be entirely an imitation of the scene between Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. sc. 7. The time, the persons, the sentiments, the expressions, are the same.

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well;

It is some meteor, &c.

To light thee on thy way to Mantua.

Their joys and sorrows meet;*

But she cries out. Nrм. Shepherd, arise,
The Sun betrays us else to spies.

SHEPHERD.

The winged houres fly fast whilst we embrace;
But when we want their help to meet,
They move with leaden feet.

Nrм. Then let us pinion Time, and chace

The day for ever from this place.

SHEPHERD.

Hark! NYM. Ah me stay! SHEP. For ever. Nrм.

No, arise;

We must be gone. SHEP. My nest of spice.
NYм. My soul. SHEP. My paradise.

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CHо. Neither could say farewell, but through their Grief interrupted speech which tears supplies.

A LOVER,

Upon an accident necessitating his departure, consults with Reason.

LOVER.

WEEP not, nor backward turn your beams,
Fond eyes; sad sighs, lock in your breath;
Lest on this wind, or in those streams,
My griev'd soul fly, or sail to death,

* It is impossible to pass over these three lines with inattention. The delicacy of the thought is equalled only by the simplicity of the description. Those soft sensations which arise in lovers when their joys and sorrows meet, as a man of genius only can describe them, so a man of taste only can conceive them.

Fortune destroys me if I stay,

Love kills me if I go away;

Since Love and Fortune both are blind,

Come, Reason, and resolve my doubtful mind.

REASON.

Fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide,
And 'gainst the blinder god rebel;
Thy love-sick heart shall not reside
Where scorn and self-will'd error dwell;
Where entrance unto truth is barr'd;
Where love and faith find no reward;
For my just hand may sometime move
The wheel of Fortune, not the sphere of Love.

EPITAPH

ON THE LADY S. WIFE TO SIR W. S.

THE harmony of colours, features, grace,
Resulting airs (the magic of a face)

Of musical sweet tunes, all which combin'd
To crown one sovereign beauty, lie confin'd
To this dark vault: she was a cabinet

Where all the choicest stones of price were set;
Whose native colours and pure lustre lent
Her eye, cheek, lip, a dazzling ornament;
Whose rare and hidden virtues did express
Her inward beauties and mind's fairer dress;
The constant diamond, the wise chrysolite,
The devout sapphire, em'rald apt to write
Records of mem'ry, cheerful agate, grave
And serious onyx, topaz that doth save

The brain's calm temper, witty amethyst,
This precious quarry, or what else the list
On Aaron's ephod planted had, she wore :
One only pearl was wanting to her store;
Which in her Saviour's book she found exprest;
To purchase that, she sold Death all the rest.

ON THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

SISTE, HOSPES, SIVE INDIGENA, SIVE ADVENA: VICISSITUDINIS RERUM MEMOR, PAUCA PERLEGE.

READER, when these dumb stones have told
In borrowed speech what guest they hold,
Thou shalt confess the vain pursuit

Of human glory yields no fruit;
But an untimely grave. If Fate
Could constant happiness create,
Her ministers, Fortune and Worth,
Had here that miracle brought forth :
They fix'd this child of honour where
No room was left for hope or fear,
Of more or less: so high, so great
His growth was, yet so safe his seat:
Safe in the circle of his friends;
Safe in his loyal heart and ends;
Safe in his native valiant spirit;
By favour safe, and safe by merit;
Safe by the stamp of Nature, which
Did strength with shape and grace enrich;
Safe in the cheerful courtesies

Of flowing gestures, speech, and eyes;

Safe in his bounties, which were more
Proportion'd to his mind than store:
Yet though for virtue he becomes
Involv'd himself in borrow'd sums,
Safe in his care, he leaves betray'd
No friend engag'd, no debt unpaid.
But though the stars conspire to show'r
Upon one head th' united power
Of all their graces, if their dire
Aspects must other breasts inspire
With vicious thoughts, a murderer's knife
May cut (as here) their darling's life:
Who can be happy then, if Nature must,
To make one happy man, make all men just?

SONG.

QUESTION.

FROM whence was this first fury hurl'd,

This Jealousy, into the world?

Came she from Hell? ANsw. No, there doth reign Eternal Hatred, with Disdain:

But she the daughter is of Love,

Sister of Beauty. QUEST. Then above

She must derive from the third sphere

Her heavenly off-spring. ANsw. Neither there:
From those immortal flames could she
Draw her cold frozen pedigree?

QUESTION.

If not from Heaven nor Hell, where then
Had she her birth? ANs. I' th' hearts of men.