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A PARAPHRASE UPON THE SONG OF
Stretched on my restless bed all night,
I vainly sought my soul's delight.
Then rose, the city search'd: no street,
Untraced left: yet could not find
The only solace of my mind.
When lo! the watch, who walk the round,
Me in my soul's distemper found;
Of her who gave me life, I said:
JOHN FLETCHER (1579-1625)
THE SLEEPING MISTRESS
O, fair sweet face! O, eyes celestial bright, Twin stars in heaven, that now adorn the night! Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries ever grow,
And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow!
O, thou, from head to foot divinely fair!
Whilst I in wonder sing this sacrifice,
WEEP NO MORE
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone; Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again; Trim thy locks, look cheerfully; Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see; Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last?
Grief is but a wound to woe;
Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no mo.
Marigolds on death-beds blowing, Larks'-heels trim.
All, dear Nature's children sweet,
Not an angel of the air,
Be absent hence!
The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor The boding raven, nor chough hoar,
Nor chattering pie,
May on our bride-house perch or sing,
FRANCIS BEAUMONT (1584-1616)
ON THE LIFE OF MAN
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
LINES ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER
Mortality, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Lay a garland on my hearse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;
Say, I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth.
Upon my buried body lie
Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden-pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true;
Primrose, first-born child of Ver
Merry spring-time's harbinger,
With her bells dim; Oxlips in their cradles growing,
Buried in dust, once dead by fate.
MASTER FRANCIS BEAUMONT'S
LETTER TO BEN JONSON
The sun (which doth the greatest comfort bring To absent friends, because the selfsame thing They know they see, however absent) is Here our best haymaker! Forgive me this; It is our country's style! In this warm shine I lie and dream of your full Mermaid Wine!
EDWARD LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY (1583-1648)
FROM AN ODE UPON A QUESTION MOVED WHETHER LOVE SHOULD CONTINUE FOR EVER
O no, Belov'd, I am most sure Those virtuous habits we acquire As being with the soul entire Must with it evermore endure.
Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you! For wit is like a rest Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesters. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life! Then, when there hath been thrown
Wit able enough to justify the town
For three days past! Wit, that might warrant be
Till that were cancelled! And, when we were gone,
When I remember this, and see that now
I hope hath left a better fate in store
I'll drink thy Muse's health! thou shalt quaff
Else should our souls in vain elect,
WILLIAM DRUMMOND (1585-1649)
A passing glance, a lightning 'long the skies,
Is this small Small call'd life, held in such price
Fair king, who all preserves,
But show thy blushing beams,
And thou two sweeter eyes
Shalt see, than those which by Peneus' streams Did once thy heart surprise;
With watchful eyes I ne'er behold the night,
My judgment dazzled, passing brightest stars,
Turn to their springs again first shall the floods,
End these my days, indwellers of the woods, Take this my life, ye deep and raging floods; Sun, never rise to clear me with thy light, Horror and darkness, keep a lasting night; Consume me, care, with thy intestine wars, And stay your influence o'er me, bright stars!
A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre,
Let zephyr only breathe,
Kissing sometimes those purple ports of death.
And Phoebus in his chair,
Ensaffroning sea and air,