CARE'S CURE. APPY is that state of his Lose he honours, friendship, wealth, Lose he liberty or health, Lose he all that earth can give, He's resolved to sink or swim. Should I ought dejected be, 'Cause blind Fortune frowns on me? Or put finger in the eye [2 st. When I see my Damon die? Or so many schisms and sects, Το suppress the fire of zeal Both in Church and Common-weal? [7 st. No, there's nought on earth I fear Less my substance, less my share In my fear and in my care. Thus to love, and thus to live, Is to bid, a fig for Care. [ 3 st. Richard Brathwaite. TO AMORET. AIR, that you may truly know But for Sacharissa I Do not only grieve, but die. 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 Which, though not so fierce a flame, 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, 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. [2 st. 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. [6 st. |