THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639. Disdain Returned. He that loves a rosy cheek, Conquest by Flight. Then fly betimes, for only they FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644. Emblems. Book ii. 2. Be wisely worldly, but not worldly wise. Book ii. Epigram 10. This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears; GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. Virtue. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, Only a sweet and virtuous soul, The Answer. Like summer friends, Flies of estates and sunnen shine. The Elixir. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for thy laws The Church Porch. A verse may find him who a sermon flies, Dure to be true, nothing can need a lie; SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1608-1644. On a Wedding. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, Is half so fine a sight. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Song. Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1660. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. Some asked me where the Rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some asked how Pearls did grow, Then spoke I to my Girl, and where? To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of Pearl. On her Feet. Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. To the Virgins to make much of Time. ye Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower, that smiles to-day, Night Piece to Julia. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. Seeke and Finde, Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt, * Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered. -Ecclesiasticus x. 20. RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658. Orpheus to Beasts. Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear. To Lucasta on going to the Wars. I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more. To Althea from Prison. Stone walls do not a prison make, JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666. Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. iii. Death's Final Conquest.. Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. |