Fears, fond and slight As the coy bride's, when night • First does the longing lover right. Days, that need borrow No part of their good-morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light 69 72 Of a clear mind, are day all night. 75 Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by th' absence of the day. 78 Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, "Welcome, friend!" 81 Sydnæan showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Whate'er delight Can make Day's forehead bright, Or give down to the wings of Night. 84 87 90 1646. I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish-no more. Now, if Time knows That her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her, whose just bays My future hopes can raise, A trophy to her present praise; Her, that dares be What these lines wish to see; I seek no further, it is She. 93 96 99 102 'Tis she, and here, Lo! I unclothe and clear My wishes' cloudy character. 105 May she enjoy it Whose merit dare apply it, But modesty dares still deny it! Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying Wishes, 108 And determine them to kisses. III Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye; Be ye my fictions—but her story. 114 Richard Crashaw. ENCOURAGEMENTS TO A LOVER 1538. WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prythee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prythee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The D-1 take her! 5 10 15 Sir John Suckling. CONSTANCY OUT upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, Time shall moult away his wings In the whole wide world again But the spite on 't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this 12 A dozen dozen in her place. 16 1638. Sir John Suckling. 1648. TO DIANEME SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes When all your world of beauty 's gone. Robert Herrick. 10 UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Next, when I cast mine eyes and see -O how that glittering taketh me! 1648 Robert Herrick. 1648. THE PRIMROSE Ask me why I send you here This primrose, thus bepearl'd with dew? The sweets of love are mix'd with tears. 6 Ask me why this flower does show And bending (yet it doth not break)? Robert Herrick. 12 |