The graces of a well-taught mind, 3 No, Flavia! 'tis your love I fear; Those which so seldom fail him, are Their very shadows make us yield; BEHOLD THE BRAND OF BEAUTY TOSS'D! 1 BEHOLD the brand of beauty toss'd! See how the motion does dilate the flame! Delighted Love his spoils does boast, And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confined, Is both our wonder and our fear; Moving the mind, As lightning hurled through the air. 2 High heaven the glory does increase Joys with the moon to play; To the sweet strains they advance, Which do result from their own spheres, Moves with the numbers which she hears. WHILE I LISTEN TO THY VOICE. 1 WHILE I listen to thy voice, Chloris! I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my fleeting soul away. 2 Peace, Chloris! peace! or singing die, That together you and I To heaven may go; For all we know Of what the blessed do above, Is, that they sing, and that they love. GO, LOVELY ROSE! 1 Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. 2 Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, 3 Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. 4 Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share SUNG BY MRS KNIGHT TO HER MAJESTY, ON HER BIRTHDAY. THIS happy day two lights are seen, Of your bless'd life among us here! An hundred times may you, Matchless queen': Queen Catherine was born on the day set apart in the calendar for the commemoration of the martyrdom of St Catherine. SONG. 1 SAY, lovely dream! where couldst thou find Shades to counterfeit that face? Colours of this glorious kind Come not from any mortal place. 2 In heaven itself thou sure wert dress'd And see my joy with closed eyes. 3 But, ah! this image is too kind To be other than a dream; Cruel Saccharissa's mind Never put on that sweet extreme! 4 Fair dream! if thou intend'st me grace, Change that heavenly face of thine; Paint despised love in thy face, And make it to appear like mine. 5 Pale, wan, and meagre let it look, With a pity-moving shape, Such as wander by the brook Of Lethe, or from graves escape. 6 Then to that matchless nymph appear, In whose shape thou shinest so; Softly in her sleeping ear, With humble words, express my woe. 7 Perhaps from greatness, state, and pride, Thus surprised she may fall; Sleep does disproportion hide, And, death resembling, equals all. PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES. PROLOGUE FOR THE LADY-ACTORS. SPOKEN BEFORE KING CHARLES II. AMAZE us not with that majestic frown, But lay aside the greatness of your crown! Such as we see great Jove's in picture, while In our own clothes more serious and more wise. If we act well the parts to which we 're born. PROLOGUE TO THE MAID'S TRAGEDY.'1 SCARCE should we have the boldness to pretend Great are their faults, and glorious is their flame. 16 |