257 And, as it works, th' industrious bee How could such sweet and wholesome hours ANONYMOUS LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains 'And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey; Over rocks that are steepest Where there is no place Where the midge dares not venture If love come, he will enter You may esteem him Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; But if she whom love doth honour Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him But if ne'er so close ye wall him, You may train the eagle 258 PHILLADA FLOUTS ME O WHAT a plague is love! She so torments my mind Please her the best I may, At the fair yesterday But could not get her; He might entreat her. With Daniel she did dance, Fair maid, be not so coy, She hath a clout of mine Wrought with blue coventry, Which she keeps for a sign Of my fidelity: But i' faith, if she flinch And yet it grieves my heart So soon from her to part: Death strike me with his dart! Phillada flouts me. Thou shalt eat crudded cream All the year lasting, And drink the crystal stream Pleasant in tasting; Whig and whey whilst thou lust, And bramble-berries, Pie-lid and pastry-crust, Pears, plums, and cherries. Thy raiment shall be thin, In the last month of May That she loved roses. Fair maiden, have a care, Favours me greatly. One throws milk on my clothes, T'other plays with my nose; What wanting signs are those? Phillada flouts me. I cannot work nor sleep I 'gin to pine away In my love's shadow, Like as a fat beast may, Penn'd in a meadow. I shall be dead, I fear, 259 EARL OF ROCHESTER [1647-1680] EPITAPH ON CHARLES II HERE lies our Sovereign Lord the King, 260 SIR CHARLES SEDLEY [1639 (?)-1701] CHLORIS Aн, Chloris! could I now but sit When I the dawn used to admire, And praised the coming day, Your charms in harmless childhood lay Age from no face takes more away Than youth conceal'd in thine. But as your charms insensibly |