THE SECULAR MASQUE. 1700. WITH THE SONG OF DIANA. TH horns and with hounds, I waken the day, * I tuck up my robe, and am buskined soon, SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE. 1636 LOVE IN A TUB. BEAUTY NO ARMOUR AGAINST LOVE. LADIES, though to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefest victories, Then wrack not lovers with disdain, * Wexing, or waxing, as Dryden has elsewhere employed it :"Tis Venus' hour, and in the waxing moon, With chalk I first describe a circle here.' Tyrannic Love. THOMAS SHADWELL. 1640-1692. [SHADWELL'S plays abound in songs, but the bulk of them are too slovenly, frivolous, or licentious, to deserve preservation in a separate form. His comedies, admirable as pictures of contemporary meanness, supplied an appropriate setting for his coarse and reckless verses; but such pieces will not bear to be exhibited apart from the scenes for which they were designed. The following, however, may be accepted as characteristic of the time and the writer.] THE WOMAN CAPTAIN. THE ROARERS. THE king's most faithful subjects we In's service are not dull, We drink, to show our loyalty, More powerful and more prosperous THE AMOROUS BIGOT. LOVE IN YOUTH AND IN AGE. 'HE fire of love in youthful blood, THE Like what is kindled in brushwood, Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise, It crackles, and to vapour turns, And soon itself destroys. But when crept into agèd veins It slowly burns, and long remains; * See ante, p. 147. Dryden, in his Vindication of the Duke of Guise, says that the only loyal service Shadwell could render the king was to increase the revenue by drinking. And with a sullen heat, Like fire in logs, it glows, and warms 'em long, TIMON OF ATHENS. TH DAWN OF MORNING. HE fringèd vallance of your eyes advance, He darts his beams on the lark's mossy house, SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 1639-1701. THE MULBERRY GARDEN. THE GROWTH OF LOVE. AH Chloris! that I now could sit As unconcerned, as when Your infant beauty could beget When I the dawn used to admire, Your charms in harmless childhood lay, But as your charms insensibly My passion with your beauty grew, Each gloried in their wanton part; To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art— Though now I slowly bend to love, If your fair self my chains approve, Lovers, like dying men, may well At first disordered be; Since none alive can truly tell What fortune they must see. 251 TOM D'URFEY. 1723. THE COMICAL HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE. STILL WATER. DAMON let a friend advise ye, Follow Clores though she flies ye, Let me tell the adventurous stranger, Stillness shows our depth and cunning: But the fawner to abuse ye, Thinks ye fools, and so will use ye. THE MODERN PROPHETS; OR, NEW WIT FOR A HUSBAND. THE FOP OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. HATE a fop that at his glass sits prinking half the And a powdered peruke hanging to his waist; And to show his shape Does cringe and scrape, But nothing has to say: Or if the courtship's fine, He'll only cant and whine, [day, And in confounded poetry, he'll goblins make divine. |