36. HOW THE WALL-FLOWER CAME FIRST, AND WHY SO CALLed. WHY this flower is now call'd so, List, sweet maids, and you shall know. Once a brisk and bonnie lass, 37. WHY FLOWERS CHANge colour. 38. TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING. You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. Springall, a youngster. Tempting, trying. You blame me too, because I can't devise Some sport to please those babies in your eyes: The most I love when I the least express it. Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know, 39. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESSES. I HAVE lost, and lately, these Many dainty mistresses: Stately Julia, prime of all: Sappho next, a principal: Smooth Anthea for a skin White, and heaven-like Chrystalline : Sweet Electra, and the choice Myrrha for the lute and voice: Their departures hence, and die. Babies in your eyes, see Note. 40. THE DREAM. METHOUGHT last night love in an anger came And strok'd the stripes, and I was whole again. 42. TO LOVE. I'm free from thee; and thou no more shalt hear My puling pipe to beat against thine ear; Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be, Such precious thraldom ne'er shall fetter me. He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck unto a second yoke. 43. ON HIMSELF. YOUNG I was, but now am old, 44. LOVE'S PLAY AT PUSH-PIN. LOVE and myself, believe me, on a day 45. THE ROSARY. ONE ask'd me where the roses grew. I bade him not go seek, But forthwith bade my Julia show A bud in either cheek. 46. UPON CUPID. OLD wives have often told how they And thereupon, in tears half drown'd, 1 Push-pin, a game in which pins are pushed with an endeavour to cross them. Tent, a roll of lint for probing wounds. 47. THE PARCE; OR, THREE DAINTY DESTINIES: THE ARMILLET. THREE lovely sisters working were, As they were closely set, Of soft and dainty maidenhair A curious armillet. I, smiling, asked them what they did, Who told me they had drawn a thread Of life, and 'twas for me. They show'd me then how fine 'twas spun, "I care not now how soon 'tis done, Or cut, if cut by you ". 48. SORROWS SUCCEED. WHEN One is past, another care we have: 49. CHERRY-PIT. JULIA and I did lately sit Playing for sport at cherry-pit: She threw; I cast; and, having thrown, I got the pit, and she the stone. 50. TO ROBIN REDBREAST. LAID out for dead, let thy last kindness be Cherry-pit, a game in which cherry-stones were pitched into a small hole. |