HEAR, ye Virgins! and I'll teach What the times of old did preach. ROSAMOND was in a bower Kept, as DANAE in a Tower: Be ye locked up like to these, TO A GENTLEWOMAN, OBJECTING TO HIM, HIS GRAY HAIRS. But find no rosebud in your cheek; Where such a rare carnation grew: Ah! then, too late (close in your chamber keeping), It will be told, That you are old, By those true tears y' are weeping! QUESTION. A DIALOGUE ON A KISS. RESOLUTION. CHORUS. Among thy fancies, tell me this! I shall resolve you, what it is! BOTH TOGETHER. And makes more sweet the Bridal bed. It is an active flame, that flies And charms it there, with lullabies. CHORUS. And stills the Bride too, when she cries. Then to the Chin, the Cheek, the Ear, CHORUS. 'Tis here, and there, and everywhere! Has it a voicing virtue? How speaks it then? Yes! Do you but this; Part your joined lips, then speak the kiss! CHORUS. And this Love's sweetest language is! Has it a body? I! [Aye!], and wings With thousand various colourings! 'Love honey yields; but never, stings!' CHORUS. And, as it flies, it sweetly sings, 'Love honey yields; but never, stings!' TO THE WATER NYMPHS, DRINKING AT THE FOUNTAIN. REACH, with your whiter hands, to me And I, about the cup shall see, Or else, sweet Nymphs! do you but this! And I shall see, by that one kiss, UPON JULIA'S HAIR FILLED WITH DEW. DEW sat on JULIA's hair; Danced by the streams. THE ROSARY. ONE asked me, Where the roses grew ? But forthwith bade my JULIA shew TO DIANEME. I COULD but see thee yesterday, And healed the wound in thee! A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings, Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings As Love shall help me! I admire If thou, composed of gentle mould, What dismal stories will be told |