There's not a budding boy, or girl this day Back, and with whitethorn laden home: And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd; yet we're not a Maying! Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty: So when or you, or I are made All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night.* Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying! *This concluding stanza is in the same spirit with Ca. tullas's fifth Carmen. LIX. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HORACE AND LYDIA, AND SET BY MR. RO. RAMSEY. Hor. WHILE, Lydia, I was lov'd of thee, To hug thy whitest neck; than I Lyd. While thou no other didst affect, I flourish'd more than Roman Ilia. Hor. Now Thracian Chloe governs me, For whose affection, Lydia, I, Lyd. My heart now set on fire is By Ornith's son, young Calais; For whose commutual flames here I, Hor. Say, our first loves we should revoke; And love again love-cast-off Lydia! POEM LIX. Dr. Drake supposes that the present may have been the first attempt made, in our language, to naturalize this celebrated ninth ode of Horace's third Book; but I much doubt it. The original beauty of the composition must have tempted the pen of many a translator long be fore the days of Herrick; and many a version of this ode may now lie unnoticed among the latent treasures of lite rature. Lyd. Though mine be brighter than the star; Rough as th' Adriatic sea; yet I Will live with thee, or else for thee will die. LX. THE CAPTIVED BEE, OR, THE LITTLE FILCHER. As Julia once a slumbʼring lay, It chanc'd a bee did fly that way, For some rich flow'r he took the lip But when he felt he suck'd from thence He drank so much he scarce could stir; So Julia took the pilferer : POEM LX. In this, perhaps more than in any other production, Herrick may be pronounced truly Anacreontic. DRAKE. *One would almost imagine that Herrick here had in view the caution, which Secundus gives the bee, in his Basia; and that the little insect attended to it. Heu! non et stimulis compungite molle labellum; Credite non ullum patietur vulnus inultum : Leniter innocua mella legatis upes. E JOAN. SEC, Basium 19. The flow'r that gives me nourishing; And told her, as some tears did fall, LXI. AN ODE TO MASTER ENDYMION PORTER, Not all thy flushing suns are set, Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere Frown, and look sullen ev'ry-where. Days may conclude in nights; and suns may rest,* As dead, within the west; Yet the next morn re-gild the fragrant east. Alas for me! that I have lost E'en all almost; Sunk is my sight; set is my sun; * Here we have a beautiful amplification of the three following lines from Catullus: Soles occidere, et redire possunt; Nox est perpetua una dormienda. CATUL. Carm. 5. The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt'ring wall Whereon my vine did crawl, Now, now blown down, needs must the old stock fall. Yet, Porter, while thou keep'st alive, And, like a phoenix, re-aspire From out my nard, and fun'ral fire: And, as I prune my feather'd youth, so I Do marv'l how I could die, When I had thee, my chief preserver, by. I'm up, I'm up, and bless that hand, Now as I do; and but for thee, I must confess, I could not be. LXII. TO CHERRY BLOSSOMS. YE may simper, blush, and smile, And perfume the air awhile; But, sweet things, ye must be gone; Then, ah then, where is your grace, |