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Joys, as winged dreams, fly fast,
DU E T.
[In the Captain.]
'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire;
"Tis a grave
Gapes to have
fools that long to prove.
66 Tell me more, are women true ?"
Some are willing, some are strange,
And till troth
Be in both,
“ Tell me more yet, can they grieve?” Yes, and sicken sore, but live,
And be wise, and delay
" Then I see
« Faith will be “ Never till they both believe."
[In the Elder Brother.]
BEAUTY clear and fair,
Rather like a perfume dwells ;
And come to honour nothing else.
Where to live near
Is to live and still live new ;
Make me live by serving you!
Let those complain that feel love's cruelty,
And in sad legends write their woes ; With roses gently he has corrected me;
My war is without rage or blows; My mistress' eyes shine fair on my desires, And hope springs up inflam’d with her new fires.
No more an exile will I dwell,
With folded arms and sighs all day, Reckoning the torments of my hell,
And flinging my sweet joys away. I am callid home again to quiet peace, My mistress smiles, and all my sorrows cease.
Yet what is living in her eye,
Or being blest with her sweet tongue, If these no other joys imply?
A golden gyve, a pleasing wrong. To be your own but one poor month, I'd give My youth, my fortune, and then leave to live.
[From his Poems, 1640.)
SLEEP, old man ! let silence charm thee;
Dreaming slumbers overtake thee: Quiet thoughts, and darkness arm thee,
That no creaking do awake thee!
Phæbe hath put out her light,
All her shadows closing : Phæbe lends her horns to-night
To thy head's disposing.
Let no fatal bell or clock,
Pierce the hollow of thine ear! Tongueless be the early cock,
Or what else may add a fear.
Let no rat, nor silly mouse,
Move the senseless rushes; Nor a cough disturb this house
Till Aurora blushes!