Love, like spring-tides full and high, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. Tyrannic Love. THE SEA FIGHT WHO ever saw a noble sight, That never viewed a brave sea-fight! Up with your lights, and your nettings prepare, The shouting Turks reply. Oh now it begins, and the gun-room grows hot, Hark, does it not thunder? no, 'tis the gun's roar Now each man must resolve to die, For here the coward cannot fly. Drums and trumpets toll the knell, And culverins the passing bell. Now, now they grapple, and now board amain; As this so brave, so bloody sea-fight! Amboyna. NEREIDS RISING FROM THE SEA FROM the low palace of old father Ocean, Every nymph of the flood, her tresses rending, Albion and Albanus. HARVEST HOME YOUR hay it is mowed, and your corn is reaped : Your barns will be full, and your hovels heaped : Come, my boys, come : Come, my boys, come; And merrily roar out harvest home! Harvest home, Harvest home; And merrily roar out harvest home! We have cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again, For why should a blockhead have one in ten ? One in ten, One in ten ; For why should a blockhead have one in ten? For prating so long like a book-learned sot, Burn to pot; Till pudding and dumpling burn to pot. We'll toss off our ale till we cannot stand : Old England; And hoigh for the honour of Old England. FIDELITY King Arthur. No, no, poor suffering heart, no change endeavour, Love has in store for me one happy minute, Cupid shall guard the door, the more to please us, And keep out Time and Death, when they would seize us; Time and Death shall depart, and say, in flying, Love has found out a way to live by dying. Cleomenes. THE TYRANT JEALOUSY WHAT state of life can be so blest O Jealousy! 'Tis all from thee, Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, All other ills, though sharp they prove, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain. From Jealousy : O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! False in thy glass all objects are, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! Love Triumphant. THE SONG OF DIANA WITH horns and with hounds I waken the day, I tuck up my robe, and am buskined soon, * I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox, The Secular Masque. • Waxing. BEAUTY NO ARMOUR AGAINST LOVE LADIES, though to your conquering eyes And borrows those bright arms from you Then wrack not lovers with disdain, Love in a Tub. |