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THE CAVALIER HUSBAND.
TUSH! let them keep him, if they can;
Post through the air, my fancy went;
And there stood by,
When he was brought to th' Parliament;
And, straight, 'To the bar! To the bar!' they cry.
With that, they soon drew up his Charge.
Imprimis. He is married late,
With a ring too! unto a Saint,
This fair Delinquent hath
A pair of Organs in her throat;
Will fetter the Militia!
Her cheeks still Nature's pattern have;
But in them ingrossed all that is brave:
When theirs 's gone, to her they come;
She hath an altar on her brow;
Her eyes are two fires, on each side, Where superstitious Lovers bow!
Her name is MARY too, beside!
'Let's clap him up, till further leisure;
And send for her, to wait our pleasure!'
Then go, fair Lady! follow him!
Fear no trumpet! fear no drum!
Fair women may prevail with Pyм;
And one sweet smile, when there you come,
If not, then let one tear be spent;
Go, lovely rose !
Tell her, that wastes her time and me, 'That now She knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair She seems to be!'
Tell her, that's young,
In deserts, where no men abide,
Small is the worth
Of Beauty, from the light retired!
Suffer herself to be desired;
And not blush so, to be admired!
Then, die! that She,
The common fate of all things rare
How small a part of time they share;
PEACE! babbling Muse!
I dare not sing what you indite!
To read the Passion, which they write!
She strikes my lute; but if it sound,
Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead;
ON LOVING AT FIRST SIGHT.
NOT caring to observe the wind,
Sweetness, Truth, and every Grace
Which Time and Use are wont to teach;
The eye may in a moment reach!
And read distinctly in her face!
Some other Nymph, with colours faint
The coldest breast; the rudest, tame!
'Tis not your beauty can engage
The sun, in all his pride and rage,
And yet he shines as bright as you!
'Tis not the pretty things you say,
Which can make THIRSIS' heart your prey!
(The graces of a well-taught mind!)
No, FLAVIA! 'Tis your love I fear!
LOVE's surest darts,
Those which so seldom fail him, are
Their very shadows make us yield!