327. Why so Pale and Wan? WHY HY so pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame! This will not move; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! 328. When, Dearest, I but think of Thee WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted: Still present with us, tho' unsighted. Thus while I sit and sigh the day With all his borrow'd lights away, Till night's black wings do overtake me, So they by their bright rays awake me. Thus absence dies, and dying proves That do partake of fair perfection: The waving sea can with each flood 329. SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE A Rose BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade 1608-1666 ere noon. What boots a life which in such haste forsakes thee? Thou'rt wondrous frolic, being to die so soon, Know then the thing that swells thee is thy bane; For the same beauty doth, in bloody leaves, The sentence of thy early death contain. Some clown's coarse lungs will poison thy sweet flower, If by the careless plough thou shalt be torn; And many Herods lie in wait each hour To murder thee as soon as thou art born Nay, force thy bud to blow-their tyrant breath THERE First strikes the new awaken'd sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from thence: When you loved me and I loved you Love then to us new souls did give And in those souls did plant new powers; Since when another life we live, The breath we breathe is his, not ours: Love makes those young whom age doth chill, And whom he finds young keeps young still. 331. STILL Falsehood their light do the stars impart Still time runs on, nor doth the hand Or shadow on the dial stand; The streams still glide and constant are: Only thy mind. Untrue I find, Neglects to be Like stream or shadow, hand or star. Fool that I am! I do recall My words, and swear thou'rt like them all, Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire, In mockery; If I come nigh Shade-like thou❜lt fly, And as the stream with murmur pass. 332. On the Queen's Return from the Low Countries HALLOW the threshold, crown the posts anew! Twist all our victories into one bright wreath, Then throw it round the temples of our Queen! When greater tempests than on sea before When she was shot at 'for the King's own good' How bravely did she do, how bravely bear! And show'd, though they durst rage, she durst not fear. Courage was cast about her like a dress Of solemn comeliness: A gather'd mind and an untroubled face Thus, arm'd with innocence, secure they move 333. On a Virtuous Young Gentlewoman that died suddenly SHE HE who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex, That she could die, or that she could live here. JAMES GRAHAM, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE 2246 334. I'll never love Thee more Y dear and only Love, I pray MY That little world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway (Which virtuous souls abhor), And hold a synod in thine heart, Like Alexander I will reign, My thoughts did evermore disdain N 1612-1650 353 |