Thou art my life! my Love! my heart! THE PRIMROSE. Ask me, Why I send you here This Primrose, thus bepearled with dew? 'The sweets of Love are mixed with tears!' Ask me, Why this flower does show HOW ROSES CAME RED. 'Tis said, as CUPID danced among [See also page 120.] A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID. SEA-BORN Goddess! let me be By thy son thus graced, and thee! Let me, when I kiss a Maid, THE CURSE. Go, perjured man! and if thou e'er return To see the small remainders in mine urn; When thou shalt laugh at my religious dust, And ask, 'Where 's now the colour, form, and trust, Of Woman's beauty?' and, with hand more rude, Rifle the flowers which the Virgins strewed: Know, I have prayed to Fury, that some wind May blow my ashes up; and strike thee blind! UPON BEN JONSON. HERE lies JONSON with the rest Of the Poets; but the best! Reader! wouldst thou more have known? Ask his story; not this stone! That will speak, what this can't tell, Of his glory! So, farewell! TO ELECTRA. I DARE not ask a kiss! I might grow proud the while. No! no! The utmost share That lately kissèd thee! TO THE ROSE. Go, happy Rose! and, interwove Say, (if She's fretful!) I have bands For to tame; though not to kill! Take thou my blessing thus; and go; Like a lightning, from her eye; HOW LILIES CAME WHITE. WHITE though ye be; yet, Lilies, know, What befell ye! CUPID and his mother lay In a cloud. While both did play, Out of the which, the cream of light, Fell down on you; THE MAD MAID'S SONG. 'GOOD morrow to the day so fair! 'Good morning to this primrose too! Good morrow to each Maid, That will with flowers the tomb bestrew, Wherein my Love is laid! 'Ah! woe, woe, woe, woe, woe is me! Alack, and well-a-day! For pity, Sir, find out that bee; 'I'll seek him in your bonnet brave! I'll seek him in your eyes! Nay, now I think, th' 'ave made his grave I' th' bed of strawberries! 'I'll seek him there! I know, ere this, But I will go! or send a kiss |