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I thought to move this dame to love,
Causin to the celebrated dramatic writer, was author of the
“ Purple Island,” “ Piscatory Eclogues," “ Locustæ,” and of a dramatic work intitled “Sicelides," 1631. For his poetical character, the reader is referred to Mr. Headley's “ Select Specimens of English Poetry.”.
Love's sooner felt than seen; his substance thinne
Betwixt those snowy mounts in ambush lies ; Oft in the eyes he spreads his subtle ginne;
He therefore soonest wins that fastest flies. Fly thence, my dear, fly fast, my Thomalin, Who him encounters once, for ever dies.
But if he lurk between the ruddy lips,
Unhappy soul, that thence his nectar sips, While down into his heart the sugar'd poison slips.
Oft in a voice be creeps down thro' the ear,
Oft from a blushing cheek he lights his fire: Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest hair ;
Oft in a soft smooth skin doth close retire :
Oft in a smile: oft in a silent tear:
Himself's a dart, when nothing else can move:
Who then the captive soul can well reprove, When love and virtue's self become the darts of love, SIR JOHN BEAUMONT,
Brother of Francis Beaumont, and author of “ Bosworth
“ Field,” and other poems, 1629. According to Wood, he was entered at Oxford, in 1596, at the age of 14, consequently born in 1582.
DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.
Love is a region full of fires,
An object seeks, of which possess'd
The flames in ashes lie oppress’d.
Why then should lovers (most will say)
Love is like youth: he thirsts for age,
But when proceeding times assuage
We know that Hope and Love are twins ;
But what is this ? unconstant, frail,
Which, if we lose it, we bewail ;
When Love thus in his centre ends,
Are shaken off; while Doubt and Grief,
Stand in his council as the chief.
These lines I write not to remove
The best attempts by mortals made
Yet never will I men persuade