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Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place
To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had she not evil counsels ta'en ;
Fundamental laws she broke, And still new favorites she chose, Till up in arms my passions rose,
And cast away her yoke. Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began ;
Alternately they swayed ;
And sometimes both I obeyed.
A mighty tyrant she !
Had not Rebecca set me free.
But soon those pleasures fled ;
And Judith reigned in her stead.
Wondrous beautiful her face !
And so Susanna took her place.
And the artillery of her eye,
She beat out Susan, by the by. But in her place I then obeyed Black-eyed Bess, her viceroy-maid,
To whom ensued a vacancy :
Bless me from such an anarchy !
Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria ;
And then a long et cætera.
A face made up
Now, if Time knows
RIVALRY IN LOVE.
But I will briefer with them be,
An higher and a nobler strain
FROM THE THIRD BOOK OF LAWES'S AYRES.
FAIN would I love, but that I fear
but men say
The fair one she's a mark to all,
DR. R. HUGHES.
WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS.
WHOE'ER she be,
Till that divine
- Meet you her, my Wishes,
Of all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst; Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst !
Afflictions easier grow ;
Companions of our woe.
My dear and only love, I pray,
This noble world of thee
But purest monarchie.
Which virtuous souls abhore, And hold a synod in thy heart,
I'll never love thee more.
THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE.
Like Alexander I will reign,
And I will reign alone,
A rival on my throne.
Or his deserts are small,
To win or lose it all.
It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,
Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair : Tell me not of your starry eyes,
Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies
Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed, A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks
Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks
Than summer winds a-wooing flowers ; These are but gauds : nay, what are lips ?
Coral beneath the ocean-stream,
Full oft he perisheth on them.
That wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast, though ne'er so soft,
Do Greece or Ilium any good ?
JAMES GRAHAM, Earl of Montrose
SHALL I tell you whom I love?
Hearken then awhile to me; And if such a woman move
As I now shall versify,
Nature did her so much right
As she scorns the help of art.
As e'er yet embraced a heart.
To make known how much she hath ; And her anger flames no higher
Than may fitly sweeten wrath.
And her virtues grace her birth;
Modest in her most of mirth. Likelihood enough to prove Only worth could kindle love. Such she is; and if you know
Such a one as I have sung ;
That she be but somewhat young;
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN 1569.
Burneth soon to waste.
Fadeth not in haste.
For I fear the end.
To be steadfast, friend.
While that life endures;
This my love assures.
I will it restore.
that for me,
Never can rebel :
SHALL I love you like the wind, love,
That is so fierce and strong,
And recks not right or wrong?
Can never last for long.
But when he haunts your door... the town
Marks coming and marks going...
Nor drop him a “Good morning,"
So fretted by your scorning.
Her pedigree - good sooth, 't is long !
Her grim sires stare from every wall;
As meek she glides through Moreton Hall. Whilst I have — nothing ; save, perhaps,
Some worthless heaps of idle gold
Therefore they say her heart was sold !
Laugh as we ride 'neath chestnuts tall,
At the fair maid of Moreton Hall;
She shook her head : “ The mouse and bee
For crumb or flower will linger;
VI. “But he ... to him, the least thing given
Means great things at a distance ; He wants my world, my sun, my heaven,
Soul, body, whole existence.
We let the neighbors talk their fill,
For life is sweet, and love is strong, And two, close knit in marriage ties, The whole world's shams may well despise,
Its folly, madness, shame, and wrong.
“They say love gives as well as takes ;
But I'm a simple maiden, My mother's first smile when she wakes I still have smiled and prayed in.
VIII. “I only know my mother's love
Which gives all and asks nothing,