BY WAY OF Question AND ANSWER
I BRING ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Like, and dislike ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Stroke ye, to strike ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Love will be-fool ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Heat ye, to cool ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Love, gifts will send ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Stock ye, to spend ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Love will fulfil ye.
I bring ye love. Ques. What will love do?
Ans. Kiss ye, to kill ye.
LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART
A GYGES ring they bear about them still,
To be, and not seen when and where they will;
They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,
They fall like dew, and make no noise at all :
So silently they one to th' other come,
As colours steal into the pear or plum,
And air-like, leave no pression to be seen
Where'er they met, or parting place has been.
I AMONG thy fancies, tell me this,
What is the thing we call a kiss ?
2 I shall resolve ye what it is :-
It is a creature born and bred
Between the lips, all cherry-red,
By love and warm desires fed,-
Chor. And makes more soft the bridal bed.
2 It is an active flame, that flies
First to the babies of the eyes,
And charms them there with lullabies, -
Chor. And stills the bride, too, when she cries.
2 Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,
It frisks and flies, now here, now there :
'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near,-
Chor. And here, and there, and every where.
I Has it a speaking virtue? 2 Yes.
I How speaks it, say? 2 Do you but this,-
Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss ;
Chor. And this Love's sweetest language is.
1 Has it a body? 2 Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encolourings;
And as it flies, it gently sings-
Chor. Love honey yields, but never stings.
COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE
WHAT needs complaints,
When she a place
Has with the race
Of saints?
In endless mirth,
She thinks not on
What's said or done
In earth:
She sees no tears,
Or any tone
Of thy deep groan
She hears;
Nor does she mind,
Or think on't now,
That ever thou
Wast kind :-
But changed above,
She likes not there,
As she did here,
-Forbear, therefore,
And lull asleep
Thy woes, and weep
No more.
ORPHEUS he went, as poets tell,
To fetch Eurydicé from hell ;
And had her, but it was upon
This short, but strict condition ;
Backward he should not look, while he
Led her through hell's obscurity.
But ah! it happen'd, as he made
His passage through that dreadful shade,
Revolve he did his loving eye,
For gentle fear or jealousy;
And looking back, that look did sever
Him and Eurydice for ever.
PONDER my words, if so that any be
Known guilty here of incivility;
Let what is graceless, discomposed, and rude,
With sweetness, smoothness, softness be endued :
Teach it to blush, to curtsey, lisp, and show
Demure, but yet full of temptation, too.
Numbers ne'er tickle, or but lightly please,
Unless they have some wanton carriages :-
This if ye do, each piece will here be good
And graceful made by your neat sisterhood,
A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID
SEA-BORN goddess, let me be
By thy son thus graced, and thee.
That whene'er I woo, I find
Virgins coy, but not unkind.
Let me, when I kiss a maid,
Taste her lips, so overlaid
With love's sirop, that I may
In your temple, when I pray,
Kiss the altar, and confess
There's in love no bitterness.
WHITHER dost thou hurry me,
Bacchus, being full of thee?
This way, that way, that way, this,-
Here and there a fresh Love is;
That doth like me, this doth please;
-Thus a thousand mistresses
I have now: yet I alone,
Having all, enjoy not one!
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