CHORUS. ALEXIS. So in each other if the pitying sun Thus keep us fix'd; ne'er may his course be run! LUCASTA. And oh! if night us undivided make; Let us sleep still, and sleeping never wake! THE CLOSE. Cruel adieu's may well adjourn awhile To Elinda, THAT LATELY I HAVE NOT WRITTEN. IF in me anger, or disdain In you, or both, made me refrain But if alone some pious thought Thinking to breathe your soul too well, To voice your worth enough) struck dumb. So then this silence doth reveal No thought of negligence, but zeal: For as in adoration, This is love's true devotion: Children and fools the words repeat, SONNET. SET BY MR. WILLIAM LAW ES. WHEN I by thy fair shape did swear, I swore as I profess'd; For all the while you lasted warm and pure, My oaths too did endure; But once turn'd faithless to thyself, and old, They then with thee incessantly grew cold. I swore myself thy sacrifice By th' ebon bows that guard thine eyes, And by the glorious light Of both those stars, of which their spheres bereft Only the jelly's left: Then changed thus, no more I'm bound to you Than swearing to a saint that proves untrue. Lucasta Weeping. SONG. SET BY MR. JOHN LANEERE. LUCASTA Wept, and still the bright With his soft handkerchief of light, But when her tears his heat o'ercame, At this she smil'd, when straight the sun And by her eyes reflection, Kindled again his fires. The Vintage to the Dungeon. A SONG. SET BY MR. WILLIAM LAWES. SING out, pent souls, sing cheerfully! Mirth frees you in captivity: Would you double fetters add? CHORUS. Besides your pinion'd arms you'll find Live then pris'ners uncontrol'd; And throats are free; CHORUS. Triumph in your bonds and pains, ON THE DEATH OF MRS. ELIZABETH FILMER. AN ELEGIACAL EPITAPH. You that shall live awhile before White thoughts, though out of fashion; Th' impatient pow'rs snatch'd it again: In her warm alabaster lay As cold as in this house of clay; |