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My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,

It doth so well become her :
For every season she hath dressings fit,

For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on :
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.

Anon.

схXII

ON A GIRDLE

That which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer
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 ribband bound,
Take all the rest the Sun goes round.

E. Waller

CXXIII

A MYSTICAL ECSTASY

E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks,

That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,

Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,

Where in a greater current they conjoin : So I my Best-Belovéd's am ; so He is mine.

E'en so we met ; and after long pursuit,

E'en so we join'd ; we both became entire ; No need for either to renew a suit,

For I was flax and he was flames of fire :

Our firm-united souls did more than twine ;
So I my Best-Belovéd's am ; so He is mine.
If all those glittering Monarchs that command

The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender, in exchange, their shares of land,

I would not change my fortunes for them all :

Their wealth is but a counter to my coin : The world's but theirs ; but my Belovéd's mine.

F. Quarles

CXXIV

TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM

ANY THING
Bid me to live, and I will live

Thy Protestant to be :
Or bid me love, and I will give

A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,

A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,

That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,

To honour thy decree :
Or bid it languish quite away,

And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep

While I have eyes to see :
And having none, yet I will keep

A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,

Under that cypress Tree :
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E’en Death, to die for thee.

H

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,

The very eyes of me,
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.

R. Herrick

CXXV

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart,-
For those may fail, or turn to ill,

So thou and I shall sever :
Keep therefore a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why-
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever!

Anon.

CXXVI
Not, Celia, that I juster am

Or better than the rest ;
For I would change each hour, like them,

Were not my heart at rest.
But I am tied to very thee

By every thought I have ;
Thy face I only care to see,

Thy heart I only crave.
All that in woman is adored

In thy dear self I find
For the whole sex can but afford

The handsome and the kind.
Why then should I seek further store,

And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
'1's easy to be true.

Sir C. Sedley

CXXVII

70 ALTHEA FROM PRISON

When Love with unconfinéd wings

Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings

To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair

And fetter'd to her eye,
The Gods that wanton in the air

Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round

With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,

Our hearts with loyal flames ;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,

When healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the deep

Know no such liberty.

When, (like committed linnets), I

With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty

And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good

He is, how great should be,
Enlargéd winds, that curl the flood,

Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage ;
Minds innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage ;
If I have freedom in

my

love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

Colonel Lovelace.

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