Thus as we pass the welcome night.
In fportful pleasures and delight,
The nimble fairies on the grounds
Shall dance and fing melodious founds.
If these may serve for to intice,
Your prefence to love's paradife;
Then come with me, and be
my dear,
And we will strait begin the year.

Take, O! take those lips away,
That fo fweetly were forfworn;
And thofe eyes, the break of day,
Lights which do mislead the morn.
But my kiffes bring again,

Seals of love, tho' feal'd in vain.

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Hide, O! hide thofe hills of fnow,
Which thy frozen bofom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow,
Are of those that April wears.

But my poor heart first fet free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

Let the bird of lowest lay,
On the fole Arabian tree,
Herald fad, and trumpet be,

To whose found chafte wings obey,
But thou fhrieking harbinger,
Foul procurer of the fiend,

Augur of the fever's end,

To this troop come thou not near.

From this feffion interdict Every fowl of tyrant wing, Save the eagle feather'd king. Keep the obfequy so ftrict; Let the priest in furplice white, That defunctive mufick ken, Be the death-divining swan. Left the requiem lack his right. And thou treble-dated crow, That thy fable gender mak'st, With the breath thou giv'ft and tak'ft, 'Mongft our mourners fhalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence, Love and conftancy is dead, Phoenix and the turtle fled In a mutual flame from hence. So they loved as love in twain Had the effence but in one; Two diftincts but in none; Number there in love was flain : Hearts remote, yet not afunder, Distance, and no space was feen 'Twixt thy turtle and his queen, But in them it were a wonder. So between them love did fhine, That the turtle saw his right Flaming in the phoenix fight, Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appalled, That the felf was not the same, Single natures, double name, Neither two nor one was called. Reason in itself confounded, Saw divifion grow together,

To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were fo well compounded,
That it cried how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one,
Love hath reafon, reafon none,
If what parts can fo remain.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-fupremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.

Threnes.

Beauty, truth and rarity,
Grace in all fimplicity,

Hence inclosed, in cynders lie:
Death is now the phoenix nest,
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest;

Leaving no pofterity,
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be ;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not fhe;
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let thofe repair,
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds figh a prayer.

Why should this defart be,

For it is unpeopled? No, Tongue I'll hang on every tree, That fhall civil fayings fhow.

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Some how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage,
That the ftretching of a fpan

Buckles in his fum of age.
Some of violated vows

'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend, But upon the fairest boughs,

Or at every fentence' end

Will I Rofalinda write;

Teaching all that read to know,
The quinteffence of every sprite,

Heaven would in little fhow.
Therefore heaven nature charg'd,
That one body should be fill'd
With all graces wide enlarg'd;
Nature presently diftill'd
Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
Cleopatra's majesty;
Atalanta's better part,

Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rofalind of many parts,

By heavenly fynods was devis'd, Of many faces, eyes and hearts,

To have the touches deareft priz'd. Heaven would thefe gifts fhe fhould have, And I to live and die her flave.

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