PHILORTHUS. Away, false varlet! Come not near my flocks! I warn thee hence! Come not within my list! ANARCHUS. Thou art the Spawn of Antichrist; I say, thou art a Priest of BAAL; PHILARCHUS. A gentle riddance! O, may never cross Fall heavier on this land, than such a loss! THE CAVALIER HUSBAND. TUSH! let them keep him, if they can; Post through the air, my fancy went; And there stood by, When he was brought to th' Parliament; And, straight, 'To the bar! To the bar!' they cry. With that, they soon drew up his Charge. Imprimis. He is married late, With a ring too! unto a Saint, Item. This fair Delinquent hath Her very hair, put in array, Will fetter the Militia! Her cheeks still Nature's pattern have; But in them ingrossed all that is brave: Her beauty, the Monopoly ! She hath an altar on her brow; Her name is MARY too, beside! [The Vote.] 'Let's clap him up, till further leisure; And send for her, to wait our pleasure!' Then go, fair Lady! follow him! Fear no trumpet! fear no drum! And one sweet smile, when there you come, If not, then let one tear be spent; Go, lovely rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, 'That now She knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair She seems to be!' Tell her, that's young, In deserts, where no men abide, Small is the worth Of Beauty, from the light retired! Suffer herself to be desired; And not blush so, to be admired! Then, die! that She, The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share; PEACE! babbling Muse! I dare not sing what you indite! To read the Passion, which they write! She strikes my lute; but if it sound, Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead; ON LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT. NOT caring to observe the wind, May not a thousand dangers sleep Sweetness, Truth, and every Grace Which Time and Use are wont to teach; The eye may in a moment reach! And read distinctly in her face! |