108. TO THE PAINTER, TO DRAW HIM A PICTURE. COME, Skilful Lupo, now, and take A burling iron for his face : Next, make his cheeks with breath to swell, But do not so, for fear lest he Should by his breathing, poison thee. III. A LYRIC TO MIRTH. WHILE the milder fates consent, Let's enjoy our merriment: Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play; Let us sit, and quaff our wine. Shake the thyrse, and bite the bays: Bice, properly a brown grey, but by transference from "blue bice" and " green bice," used for blue and green. Burling iron, pincers for extracting knots. Rouse Anacreon from the dead, Sing o'er Horace, for ere long Death will come and mar the song: 112. TO THE EARL OF WESTMORELAND. WHEN my date's done, and my grey age must die, Weak though it be, long may it grow and stand, 113. AGAINST LOVE. WHENE'ER my heart love's warmth but entertains, 114. UPON JULIA'S RIBAND. As shows the air when with a rainbow grac'd, Wilson, Dr. John Wilson, the singer and composer, one of the king's musicians (1594-1673). Gotiere, Jacques Gouter, a French musician at the court of Charles I. 115. THE FROZEN ZONE; OR, JULIA DISDAINFUL. WHITHER? say, whither shall I fly, To slack these flames wherein I fry? Of the rain, frost, hail, and snow? Where all damps and mists are found? All the floods and frozen seas? Colder yet than anyone: That's my Julia's breast, where dwells As that the congelation will Me sooner starve than those can kill. 116. AN EPITAPH UPON A SOBER MATRON. WITH blameless carriage, I lived here Carriage, behaviour. 117. TO THE PATRON OF POETS, M. END. PORTER. LET there be patrons, patrons like to thee, In thee, thou man of men! who here do'st give But likewise oil of maintenance to it: For which, before thy threshold, we'll lay down 118. THE SADNESS OF THINGS FOR SAPPHO'S SICKNESS. LILIES will languish; violets look ill; Sickly the primrose; pale the daffodil; That gallant tulip will hang down his head, Pansies will weep, and marigolds will wither, If Sappho droop, daisies will open never, 119. LEANDER'S OBSEQUIES. WHEN as Leander young was drown'd "Ah, cruel sea," and, looking on't, 120. HOPE HEARTENS. NONE goes to warfare but with this intent- 121. FOUR THINGS MAKE US HAPPY HERE. HEALTH is the first good lent to men; Next, to be rich by no by-ways; Lastly, with friends t'enjoy our days. 122. HIS PARTING FROM MRS. DOROTHY KENNEDY, WHEN I did go from thee I felt that smart see Me turn'd to tears; yet did'st not weep for me. 'Tis true, I kiss'd thee; but I could not hear Thee spend a sigh t'accompany my tear. Methought 'twas strange that thou so hard should'st prove, Whose heart, whose hand, whose every part spake love. Prithee, lest maids should censure thee, but say |