SECOND TREBLE.

Hark how the ghosts of passèd moments groan,

'Cause they are gone:

And rail at Fate,

And curse the date

Of their short lives expired so soon.

CHORUS.

Then stop your course, you hasty hours,
And solicit all the powers

To let you stay,

For the earth could ne'er show forth

An object of a greater worth.

The Rival Friends.

PHOEBUS, ARISE

VENUS.

DROWSY Phoebus, come away,
And let out the longed-for day,
Leave thy Thetis' silver breast,
And ope the casements of the East.
'Tis Venus calls; away, away!
The waking mortals long for day.

THETIS.

And let them long, 'tis just and right
To shut them in eternal night,
Whose deeds deserve no day; lie still,
Arise not yet, lie still, my Sun,

My night begins when thou art gone.

VENUS.

I'll woo thee with a kiss to come away.

THETIS.

And I with forty for to stay.

VENUS.

I'll give to thee the fair Adonis' spear

So thou wilt rise:

THETIS.

And I to keep thee here

Will give a wreath of pearl as fair

As ever Sea-nymph yet did wear:

'Tis Thetis woos thee stay; O stay, O stay I

VENUS.

'Tis Venus woos thee, rise; O come away !

PHOEBUS.

To which of these shall I mine ear incline?

VENUS.

Unto the upper world repair.

THETIS.

O no, I'll bind him in my flowing hair.

PHOEBUS.

But see fond mortals, how they gaze

On that same petty blaze.

Thetis adieu; I am no longer thine;
I must away, for if I stay,

My deity's quite undone,

They will forget to adore the rising Sun.

The Rival Friends.

LOVE is the sire, dam, nurse, and seed
Of all that air, earth, waters breed.
All these earth, water, air, and fire,
Though contraries, in love conspire.
Fond painters, Love is not a lad
With bow, and shafts, and feathers clad,
As he is fancied in the brain

Of some loose-loving idle swain.
Much sooner is he felt than seen,
Substance subtle, slight and thin,
Oft leaps he from the glancing eyes;
Oft in some smooth mount he lies;
Soonest he wins, the fastest flies;
Oft lurks he 'twixt the ruddy lips,
Thence, while the heart his nectar sips,
Down to the soul the poison slips;
Oft in a voice creeps down the ear;
Oft hides his darts in golden hair;
Oft blushing cheeks do light his fires
Oft in a smooth soft skin retires;
Often in smiles, often in tears,
His flaming heat in water bears;

When nothing else kindles desire.

Even Virtue's self shall blow the fire.
Love with a thousand darts abounds,
Surest and deepest virtue wounds,
Oft himself becomes a dart,

And Love with love doth love impart.
Thou painful pleasure, pleasing pain,
Thou gainful life, thou losing gain,
Thou bitter sweet, easing disease,
How dost thou by displeasing please?
How dost thou thus bewitch the heart,
To love in hate, to joy in smart,

To think itself most bound when free,
And freest in its slavery?

Every creature is thy debtor ;

None but loves, some worse, some better.
Only in love they happy prove

Who love what most deserves their love.

DAMON, let a friend advise ye,
Follow Clores though she flies ye,
Though her tongue your suit is slighting,
Her kind eyes you'll find inviting:
Women's rage, like shallow water,

Does but show their hurtless nature;
When the stream seems rough and frowning,
There is still least fear of drowning.

Let me tell the adventurous stranger,
In our calmness lies our danger;
Like a river's silent running,

Stillness shows our depth and cunning:
She that rails ye into trembling,
Only shows her fine dissembling ;

But the fawner to abuse ye,
Thinks ye fools, and so will use ye.

The Comical History of Don Quixote.