Such is her beauty, as no arts

Have enrich'd with borrow'd grace; Her high birth no pride imparts,

For she blushes in her place;
Folly boasts a glorious blood—
She is noblest, being good.

She her throne makes reason climb,
Whilst wild passions captive lie;

And, each article of time,

Her pure thoughts to heaven fly.

All her vows religious be,

And her love she vows to me.

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William Habington.

HERRICK'S CAVALIER.

IVE me that man that dares bestride
The active sea-horse, and with pride
Through that huge field of waters ride;
Who, with his looks too, can appease
The ruffling winds and raging seas
In midst of all their outrages.
This, this a virtuous man can do,
Sail against rocks, and split them too;
Ay, and a world of pikes pass through.

Robert Herrick.

TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON,

HEN love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings

To whisper at the grates;

When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fetter'd to her eye,

The birds, that wanton in the air,
Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,

Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
Know no such liberty.

When-like committed linnets-I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my king;
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds, that curl the flood,
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage ;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.

Richard Lovelace.

TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD

DISHEVEL HER HAIR,

MARANTHA sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining
As my curious hand or eye,

Hovering round thee, let it fly.

Let it fly as unconfined
As its calm ravisher, the wind,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o'er that spicie nest.

Every tress must be confest
But neatly tangled at the best,
Like a clue of golden thread
Most excellently ravelled.

Do not then wind up that light In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night, Like the sun in 's early ray;

But shake your head, and scatter day.

hair!

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Richard Lovelace.

TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER.

HARM me asleep, and melt me so

With thy delicious numbers,
That being ravish'd, hence I go

Away in easy slumbers.

Ease my sick head,

And make my bed,

Thou power that canst sever

From me this ill,

And quickly still,

Though thou not kill

My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same

From a consuming fire
Into a gentle-licking flame,
And make it thus expire.
Then make me weep
My pains asleep,
And give me such reposes,
That I, poor I,

May think, thereby,

I live and die

'Mongst roses.

Fall on me like a silent dew,

Or like those maiden showers,
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptime o'er the flowers.

Melt, melt my pains

With thy soft strains,

That having ease me given,

With full delight

I leave this light

And take my flight

For heaven.

Robert Herrick.

TIME PASSES.

IME is a feather'd thing;

And whilst I praise

The sparklings of thy looks, and call them rays,

Takes wing;

Leaving behind him, as he flies,

An unperceived dimness in thine eyes.

His minutes, whilst they're told,
Do make us old,

And every sand of his fleet glass,
Increasing age as it doth pass,
Insensibly sows wrinkles there,
Where flowers and roses did appear.

Whilst we do speak, our fire
Doth into ice expire;

Flames turn to frost,

And ere we can

Know how our crow turns swan,
Or how a silver snow

Springs there where jet did grow,

Our fading spring is in dull winter lost.

Jasper Mayne.

DESIRE CHANGES.

O'ST see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;

But mark the fate of faces;

The red and white works now no more on me
Than if it could not charm, or I not see;

And yet the face continues good,

And I have still desires,

And still the self-same flesh and blood,

As apt to melt

And suffer from those fires;