E'en so we met; and after long pursuit, E'en so we join'd; we both became entire; No need for either to renew a suit, For I was flax and he was flames of fire: Our firm-united souls did more than twine; I would not change my fortunes for them all : CXXIV TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING Bid me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree : Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep Bid me despair, and I'll despair, H Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. Herrick CXXV Love not me for comely grace, CXXVI Anon. Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest; For I would change each hour, like them, But I am tied to very thee All that in woman is adored In thy dear self I find For the whole sex can but afford Why then should I seek further store, When change itself can give no more, Sir C. Sedley CXXVII ΤΟ ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfinéd wings And my divine Althea brings When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses bound, When, (like committed linnets), I When I shall voice aloud how good Stone walls do not a prison make, Colonel Lovelace. Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prythee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, If of herself she will not love, The D-1 take her! Sir J. Suckling CXXX A SUPPLICATION Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how the strings awake! And, though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make. Now all thy forces try; Now all thy charms apply; Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye. Weak Lyre! thy virtue sure |