Whether the folly on’t sounds well;But then I groan,Methinks, in tune;Whilst grief, despair and fear dance to the airOf my despised prayer.II.A pretty antick love does this,Then strikes a galliard with a kiss;As in the endThe chords they rend;So you but with a touch from your fair handTurn all to saraband.
The ballance of thy streins,Which seems, in stead of sifting pure,T’ extend and rack thy veins?Thy Odes first their own harmony did break:For singing, troth, is but in tune to speak.II.Nor trus thy golden feet and wings.It may be thought false melodyT’ ascend to heav’n by silver strings;This is Urania’s heraldry.Thy royal poem now we…
And mingled with each vowe a teare,I lov’d, I lov’d thee best,I swore as I profest.For all the while you lasted warme and pure,My oathes too did endure.But once turn’d faithlesse to thy selfe and old,They then with thee incessantly grew cold.II.I swore my selfe thy sacrificeBy th’ ebon bowes that guard thine eyes,Which now…
She weepes for her last sleepe;But, viewing her, straight wak’d a Star,She weepes that she did weepe.II.Griefe ne’re before did tyranizeOn th’ honour of that brow,And at the wheeles of her brave eyesWas captive led til now.III.Thus, for a saints apostacyThe unimagin’d woesAnd sorrowes of the HierarchyNone but an angel knowes.IV.Thus, for lost soules recoveryThe…
Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior,Ne trouue bon de me voir,Voila la cause infallible!Car, ravy de mon escrit,Il creut, que j’estois tout espritEt par consequent invisible.LINEALLY TRANSLATED OUT OF THE FRENCH.If James, the king of wit,To see me thought not fit,Sure this the cause hath been,That, ravish’d with my merit,He thought I was all spirit,And…
Inform me, which hath most inricht mine eye,This diamonds greatnes, or its clarity?II.Ye cloudy spark lights, whose vast multitudeOf fires are harder to be found then view’d,Waite on this star in her first magnitude.III.Calmely or roughly! Ah, she shines too much;That now I lye (her influence is such),Chrusht with too strong a hand, or soft…
As my curious hand or eyeHovering round thee, let it fly!Let it fly as unconfinedAs its calm ravisher the wind,Who hath left his darling, th’ East,To wanton o’er that spicy nest.Every tress must be confest,But neatly tangled at the best;Like a clew of golden threadMost excellently ravelled.Do not then wind up that lightIn ribbands, and…
Ah brade no more that shining haire!As my curious hand or eye,Hovering round thee, let it flye.II.Let it flye as unconfin’dAs it’s calme ravisher, the winde,Who hath left his darling, th’ East,To wanton o’re that spicie neast.III.Ev’ry tresse must be confest:But neatly tangled at the best;Like a clue of golden thread,Most excellently ravelled.IV.Doe not then…
Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse femur;Non ullam rarae labefactes munere vestis,Aut pellucidulis deliciis lapidis.Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi ferturValle sub alarum trux habitare caper.Hunc metuunt omnes, neque mirum: nam mala valde estBestia, nec quicum bela puella cubet.Quare aut crudelem nasorum interfice pestem,Aut admirari desine, cur fugiant.TO RUFUS.That no fair woman will, wonder not why,Clap…
Si quis me sinat usque basiare,Usque ad millia basiem trecenta;Nec unquam videat satur futurus:Non si densior aridis aristis,Sit nostrae seges osculationis.TO JUVENCIUS.Juvencius, thy fair sweet eyesIf to my fill that I may kisse,Three hundred thousand times I’de kisse,Nor future age should cloy this blisse;No, not if thicker than ripe earsThe harvest of our kisses bears.
