TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW. WHY do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Who were but born Just as the modest Morn Alas, you have not known that shower Nor felt th' unkind Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers (like to orphans young) Speak, whimp'ring Younglings! and make known Ye droop and weep! Is it for want of sleep, Or that ye have not seen, as yet, Or brought a kiss From that Sweetheart, to this? By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read. That things of greatest, so of meanest, worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth. FOUR THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE. TO BE MERRY. LET 's now take our time, Will come on apace; Before we can be aware of! HIS WISH TO PRIVACY. GIVE me a cell To dwell, Where no foot hath My wearied years In tears! THE HAG. THE Hag is astride, This night for to ride, Through thick and through thin, A thorn, or a burr, She takes for a spur; With a lash of a bramble she rides now! Through brakes and through briars, O'er ditches and mires, She follows the Spirit that guides now. No beast, for his food, Dares now range the wood; On land and on seas, The storm will arise And trouble the skies, This night! and, more for the wonder, Affrighted shall come; Called out by the clap of the thunder. TO MEADOWS. YE have been fresh and green! Ye have beheld, how they, With wicker arks did come, To kiss, and bear away The richer cowslips home! Y'ave heard them sweetly sing; But now, we see none here! Like Unthrifts, (having spent Y' are left here to lament Your poor estates alone! TO ANTHEA; WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING. BID me to live! and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love! and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, Bid that heart stay! and it will stay, Or bid it languish quite away! Bid me to weep! and I will weep, Bid me despair! and I'll despair, Or bid me die! and I will dare E'en death, to die for thee! |