Her that dares be What these lines wish to see : 'Tis She, and here Lo! I unclothe and clear Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying wishes, And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye; Be ye my fictions :-but her story. R. Crashaw LXXX THE GREAT ADVENTURER Over the mountains And over the waves, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie; For receipt of a fly; Where the midge dares not venture If love come, he will enter You may esteem him But if she whom love doth honour Some think to lose him You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist; Or you may inveigle To give o'er her prey; But you'll ne'er stop a lover: Anon. LXXXI CHILD AND MAIDEN Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit Your charms in harmless childhood lay Age from no face takes more away Than youth conceal'd in thine. But as your charms insensibly My passion with your beauty grew, Employ'd the utmost of his art— Sir C. Sedley LXXXII COUNSEL TO GIRLS Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles today, The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The sooner will his race be run, That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time ; R. Herrick LXXXIII TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Colonel Lovelace LXXXIV ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA You meaner beauties of the night, Ye violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known As if the spring were all your own,-- Ye curious chanters of the wood That warble forth dame Nature's lays, By your weak accents; what's your praise So when my Mistress shall be seen LXXXV TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY Daughter to that good earl, once President Till the sad breaking of that parliament Kill'd with report that old man eloquent ;— Though later born than to have known the days LXXXVI THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Tell me not of your starry eyes, |