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rember conie services;is medlars; bullaces;" roses out or removed to come late; holly hocks; and such like. These particulars are for the climate of London; but my meaning is perceived, that you may have ver perpctuum^o as the place affords.
And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. Roses, damnsk and re<l, are fast2' flowers of their smells; so that you may walk by a whole row of them, and find nothing of their sweetness; yea though it be in a morning's dew. Bays likewise yield no smell as they grow. Rosemary little; nor sweet marjoram. That which above all others yields the sweetest smyll in the air is the violet, specially the white double violet, which comes
nsorb. mountalnash, 20 "perpetual spring"
rowan 2t frugal
>• a plum
twice a year; about the middle of April, and about Bartholomew-tide.22 Next to that is the muskrose. Then the strawberry-leaves dying, which [yield] a most excellent cordial smell. Then the flower of the vines; it is a little dust) like the dust of a bent,23 which grows upon the cluster in the first coming forth. Then sweet-briar. Then wall-flowers, which are very delightful to be set under a parlor or lower chamber window. Then pinks and gilliflowers, specially the matted pink and clove gilliflower. Then the flowers of the lime-tree. Then the honeysuckles, so they be somewhat afar off. Of bean-flowers I speak not, becauso they are field flowers. But those which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but being trodden upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet, wild-thyme, and watermints. Therefore you are to set whole alleys2* of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread.
22 August 24 24 paths
23 grass-stalk or rush
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY
GEOBGE HEBBERT (1593-1633)
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, Bo bright, The bridal of the earth and sky!
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
My music shows ye have your closes,
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
But though the whole world turn to coal,
THOMAS CABEW (1598M639f)
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
Ask me no more whither do stray
* In stanza 3, "dividing" means running musical divisions; for "sphere," st. 4, see note on Par. Lost, II, 1030,
Ask we no more whither doth haste
Ask me no more where those stars light
Ask me no more if east or west
SIB JOHN SUCKLING (1609-1642)
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so palet
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee, why so mute?
Quit, quit for shame! This will not move
This cannot take her.
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!
RICHARD LOVELACE (1618-1658)
To Lucasta. Going To The Wars
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you, too, shall adore;
Loved I not honour more.
To Althea, From Prison*
When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
And fettered to her eye,
Know no such liberty.
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When healths and draughts go free—
Know no such liberty.
When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
And glories of my King;
He is, how great should be,
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
That for an hermitage;
Ami in my soul am free,
• Lovelacp. the gallant cavalier and poet, was. for his devotion to King Charles, twice behind bars—a "committed" song-bird. In line 7, the original reading Is "gods," but the emendation "birds" Is too plausible to be dismissed, lly In view of the sequence—birds, winds, angels. In stanza 2, "allaying" means diluting.
Angels alone, that soar above,
BOBEBT HEBBICK (1591-1674)
CoRlNNA'a Going A-mayingi
Qet up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
Above an hour since: yet you not dress'd;
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: 20 Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying:
Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark
How each field turns a street, each street a
Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shad.s of love.
t The "god unshorn" of line 2 Is Titan with all his beams: "May" (14) Is hawthorne and other May blossoms ; "beads" (28) are prayers; "green-gown" (51) Is a tumble on the grass.
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
There's not a budding boy or girl this day
And chose their priest, ere we can cast off
Come, let us go while we are in our prime;
And take the harmless folly of the time.
And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,
Once lost, can ne 'er be found again,
Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,
Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying. 70
To The Virgins, To Make Much or Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
For, having lost but once your prime,
I dare not ask a kiss,
1 dure not beg a smile, Lest having that or this,
I might grow proud the while.
Xo, no, the utmost share
Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air
That lately kissed thee.
How Roses Came Red
Roses at first were white,
Whether my Sapho's breast
But being vanquished quite,
A blush their cheeks bespread;
Since which, believe the rest,
EDMUND WALLER (1606-1687)
Go, lovely Rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die! that she
How small a part of time they share
On A Gibdlk
That which her slender waist confined,
It was my heaven's extremest sphere,
A narrow compass! and yet there
HENRY VAUGHAN (1622-1695)
Happy those early days, when I
0 how I long to travel back,
That shady city of palm trees.
But ah! my soul with too much stay
Is drunk, and staggers in the way!
Some men a forward motion love,
But I by backward steps would move; JO
And when this dust falls to the urn,
in that state I came, return.
JOHN MILTON (1608-1674)
ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages1 once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit2 should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of majesty, Wherewith he wont3 at Heaven's high counciltable
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, 11 He laid aside; and here with us to be,
Forsook the courts of everlasting day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.
Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
See how from far upon the eastern road
0 run, prevent6 them with thy humble ode,
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,
And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
1 The 01 d Testament 4 Wise Men from the
2 penalty for sin » anticipate
3 was wont