Thus those celestial fires, The fallacy of our desires For they have watched since first And found sin in itself accurst, And nothing permanent on earth. 1640. THOMAS CAREW DISDAIN RETURNED He that loves a rosy cheek, As old Time makes these decay, But a smooth and steadfast mind, Kindle never-dying fires. No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolved heart to return; I have searched thy soul within, And find naught but pride and scorn: I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou! A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE I was foretold your rebel sex And with what scorn you use to vex 1640. 5 Yet I believed, to crown our pain, A paradise within: I thought love's plagues like dragons sate, But I did enter, and enjoy What happy lovers prove, For I could kiss, and sport, and toy, The force of love might not abate, Jove were too mean a guest. 5 ΙΟ 155 'T was but a bud, yet did contain More sweetness than shall spring again; 5 A budding star, that might have grown ΙΟ 15 1640. ASK ME NO MORE WHERE JOVE BESTOWS Ask me no more where Jove bestows, Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars 'light Ask me no more if east or west 5 ΙΟ 15 20 SIR JOHN SUCKLING WHY SO PALE AND WAN, FOND LOVER Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame; this will not move, This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! 1637 or 1638. FROM A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, 5 ΙΟ 15 1638. Where I the rarest things have seen; At Charing Cross, hard by the way, There is a house with stairs; And there did I see coming down 5 ΙΟ Amongst the rest, one pest'lent fine (His beard no bigger, though, than thine) Walked on before the rest. 15 Our landlord looks like nothing to him: The King (God bless him!) 't would undo him, At Course-a-Park, without all doubt, Or Vincent of the Crown. 20 20 But wot you what? the youth was going 25 The parson for him stayed. Yet by his leave, for all his haste, Perchance, as did the maid. The maid (and thereby hangs a tale), No grape, that's kindly ripe, could be 30 35 Her finger was so small the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring; |