Oh then be wise! and, whilst your season SONG. Persuasions to enjoy. If the quick spirits in your eye Or, if that golden fleece must grow If those bright suns must know no shade, Nor your fresh beauties ever fade; Then fear not, Celia, to bestow What still being gather'd, still must grow. Thus either Time his sickle brings In vain, or else in vain his wings. GOOD COUNSEL TO A YOUNG MAID. WHEN you the sun-burnt pilgrim see, He courts the chrystal nymphs, and flings But when his sweaty face is drench'd In her cool waves; when from her sweet Bosom his burning thirst is quench'd, Then mark how with disdainful feet He kicks her banks, and from the place, So shalt thou be despis'd, fair maid, When by the sated lover tasted; What first he did with tears invade, Shall afterwards with scorn be wasted: When all thy virgin springs grow dry, When no streams shall be left, but in thine eye. DISDAIN RETURNED. He that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and stedfast mind, THE PRIMROSE. Ask me why I send you here This primrose, all bepearl'd with dew; I straight will whisper in your ears, Ask me why this flower doth shew What doubts and fears are in a lover. THE INQUIRY. AMONGST the myrtles as I walk'd, Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd: "Tell me, said I, in deep distress, "Where may I find my shepherdess ?" "Thou fool," said love, “know'st thou not this, "In every thing that's good she is? "In yonder tulip go and seek, "There thou may'st find her lip, her cheek: "In yon enamell'd pansy by, "There thou shalt have her curious eye; "In bloom of peach, in rosy bud, "There wave the streamers of her blood." ""Tis true," said I; and thereupon I went to pluck them one by one, To make of parts a union: But, on a sudden, all was gone. With that I stopt: said love," These be, "Fond man, resemblances of thee; "And, as these flowers, thy joys shall die, "Ev'n in the twinkling of an eye: "And all thy hopes of her shall wither "Like those short sweets thus knit together." SONG. Good Counsel to a Young Maid. GAZE not on thy beauty's pride, That from thy lover's eyes doth glide. Let thy faithful chrystal show Beauty takes a foil from woe. Love, that in those smooth streams lies, Under pity's fair disguise, Will thy melting heart surprise. |