CARE'S CURE.

APPY is that state of his
Takes the world as it is,

Lose he honours, friendship, wealth,

Lose he liberty or health,

Lose he all that earth can give,
Having nought whereon to live;
So prepared a mind's in him,

He's resolved to sink or swim.

Should I ought dejected be,

'Cause blind Fortune frowns on me?

Or put finger in the eye

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When I see my Damon die?

Or so many schisms and sects,
Which foul heresy detects,

Το suppress the fire of zeal

Both in Church and Common-weal?

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No, there's nought on earth I fear
That may force from me one tear.
Loss of honour, freedom, health,
Or that mortal idol, wealth:
With these, babes may grieved be,
But they have no power on me.

Less

my substance, less my share In my fear and in my care.

Thus to love, and thus to live,
Thus to take, and thus to give;
Thus to laugh, and thus to sing,
Thus to mount on pleasure's wing;
Thus to sport, and thus to speed,
Thus to flourish, nourish, feed;
Thus to spend, and thus to spare

Is to bid, a fig for Care.

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Richard Brathwaite.

TO AMORET.

AIR, that you may truly know
What you unto Thirsis owe,
I will tell you how I do
Sacharissa love and you.
Joy salutes me, when I set
My bless'd eyes on Amoret:
But with wonder I am strook,
While I on the other look.
If sweet Amoret complains,
I have sense of all her pains;

But for Sacharissa I

Do not only grieve, but die.
All that of myself is mine,
Lovely Amoret, is thine;
Sacharissa's captive fain

Would untie his iron chain:

And those scorching beams to shun, To thy gentle shadow run.

If the soul had free election To dispose of her affection, I would not thus long have borne Haughty Sacharissa's scorn: But 'tis sure some power above, Which controls our wills in love, If not love, a strong desire To create and spread that fire, In my breast solicits me, Beauteous Amoret, for thee. 'Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move; If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight To behold their milder light. But as hard 'tis to destroy That high flame, as to enjoy: Which, how easily I may do Heav'n (as easily scaled) does know. Amoret's as sweet and good As the most delicious food, Which but tasted, does impart Life and gladness to the heart: Sacharissa's beauty's wine, Which to madness doth incline;

Such a liquor as no brain
That is mortal, can sustain.
Scarce can I to heaven excuse
The devotion which I use
Unto that adored dame;
For 'tis not unlike the same,
Which I thither ought to send;
So that if it could take end,
"Twould to heaven itself be due
To succeed her, and not you,
Who already have of me
All that's not idolatry;

Which, though not so fierce a flame,
Is longer like to be the same.
Then smile on me, and I will prove
Wonder is shorter lived than love.

Edmund Waller,

WISHES, TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS.

M

HOE'ER she be,

That not impossible she,

That shall command my heart and me: Where'er she lie,

Lock'd up from mortal eye,

In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth

Of studied fate stand forth

And teach her fair steps to our earth :

Till that divine

Idea take a shrine

Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

Meet you her, my wishes,
Bespeak her to my blisses,

And be ye call'd my absent kisses.

I wish her beauty,

That owes not all its duty

To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie.

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Tresses that wear

Jewels, but to declare

How much themselves more precious are. [2 st.

A well-tamed heart,

For whose more noble smart

Love may be long choosing a dart.

Days, that need borrow

No part of their good morrow,

From a forespent night of sorrow.

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