People those lands which pass Arabian fields William Drummond. ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND. ELCOME, great sir, with all the joy that's due Two greatest blessings which this age can know ; For that to thee, for thee to heaven we owe. Others by war their conquests gain, You like a god your ends obtain. Who when rude chaos for his help did call, None can grudge heaven full thanks for it; No mothers here lament their children's fate, And take them for their husbands' knells; 'Twas only heaven could work this wondrous thing, Again the northern hinds may sing and plough, By knowing now for whom they gain. Bay to the conqueror's brow. At such a game what fool would venture in, Swell'd with proud hopes to snatch the whole away, No blood so loud as that of civil war; Let's rather go and seek out them and fame; All their rich blood was spent with gains, [ 1 st. But that which swells their children's veins. Why sit we still, our spirits wrapt up in lead? To raise our spirits more high. So a bold lion, ere he seeks his prey, Lashes his sides, and roars, and then away. To see a new Gustavus there? How would it shake, though, as 'twas wont to do Sure there are actions of this height and praise What will the triumphs of his battles be, When heaven bestows the best of kings, His valour, wisdom, offspring, speak no less; Abraham Cowley. THE PERFECT LOVER. ONEST lover whatsoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame Were not still even, still the same; Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when she appears i' th' room, Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, Dost not speak thy words twice over, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If fondly thou dost not mistake, Persuad'st thyself that jests are broken, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, And desiring to love true, Thou dost begin to love anew, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. Sir John Suckling. THE CARELESS LOVER. EVER believe me if I love, Or know what 'tis or mean to prove; And she's extremely handsome too : But I care not who knows it, Ere I'll die for love, I'll fairly forego it. This heat of hope, or cold of fear, My foolish heart could never bear: When I am hungry I do eat, And cut no fingers 'stead of meat; A gentle round fill'd to the brink Blackfriars to me, and old Whitehall, |