There's paine in parting, and a kind of hell
When once true-lovers take their last fare-well.
What? shall we two our endlesse leaves take here,
Without a sad looke, or a solemne teare?

He knowes not love, that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
Pay we our vowes and goe; yet when we part,
Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart
Into thy loving hands; for Ile keep none

To warme my breast, when thou, my pulse, art

gone.

No, here Ile last, and walk, a harmless shade,
About this urne wherein thy dust is laid,

To guard it so as nothing here shall be
Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee.

THE OLIVE BRANCH.

SADLY I walk't within the field,
To see what comfort it wo'd yeeld,
And as I went my private way,
An olive-branch before me lay.
And seeing it, I made a stay,

And took it up and view'd it; then
Kissing the omen, said amen!

Be, be it so, and let this be

A divination unto me,

That in short time my woes shall cease,
And love shall crown my end with peace.

UPON MUCH-MORE. EPIG.

MUCH-MORE provides, and hoords up like an ant;
Yet Much-more still complains he is in want.
Let Much-more justly pay his tythes; then try
How both his meale and oile will multiply.

TO CHERRY BLOSSOMES.

YE may simper, blush, and smile,
And perfume the aire a while;
But, sweet things, ye must be gone;
Fruit, ye know, is comming on.
Then, ah! then, where is your grace,
When as cherries come in place?

HOW LILLIES CAME WHITE.

WHITE though ye be, yet, lillies, know,
From the first ye were not so;
But Ile tell ye

What befell ye:

Cupid and his mother lay

In a cloud; while both did play,
He with his pretty finger prest

The rubie niplet of her breast;

Out of the which, the creame of light,

Like to a dew,

Fell downe on you,
And made ye white.

TO PANSIES.

Ан, cruell love! must I endure
Thy many scorns, and find no cure?
Say, are thy medicines made to be
Helps to all others but to me?

Ile leave thee, and to Pansies come;
Comforts you'l afford me some:
You can ease my heart, and doe
What love co'd ne'r be brought unto.

ON GELLI-FLOWERS BEGOTTEN.

WHAT was't that fell but now

From that warme kisse of ours?

Look, look, by Love I vow

They were two gelli-flowers.

Let's kisse, and kisse agen;
For if so be our closes

Make gelli-flowers, then

I'm sure they 'l fashion roses.

THE LILLY IN A CHRISTAL.

You have beheld a smiling rose

When virgins hands have drawn

O'r it a cobweb-lawne:

And here, you see, this lilly shows,
Tomb'd in a christal stone,

More faire in this transparent case
Then when it grew alone,

And had but single grace.

You see how creame but naked is,
Nor daunces in the eye
Without a strawberrie,

Or some fine tincture like to this,
Which draws the sight thereto
More by that wantoning with it,
Then when the paler hieu

No mixture did admit.

You see how amber through the streams More gently stroaks the sight, With some conceal'd delight,

Then when he darts his radiant beams Into the boundlesse aire;

Where either too much light his worth Doth all at once impaire,

Or set it little forth.

Put purple grapes, or cherries, in-
To glasse, and they will send

More beauty to commend

Them from that cleane and subtile skin,

Then if they naked stood,

And had no other pride at all

But their own flesh and blood,
And tinctures naturall.

Thus lillie, rose, grape, cherry, creame, And straw-berry do stir

More love when they transfer

A weak, a soft, a broken beame,
Then if they sho'd discover

At full their proper excellence,

Without some scean cast over,

To juggle with the sense.

Thus let this christal'd lillie be
A rule, how far to teach

Your nakednesse must reach:

And that no further then we see
Those glaring colours laid

By Arts wise hand, but to this end,
They sho'd obey a shade,

Lest they too far extend.

So though y'are white as swan or snow,
And have the power to move
A world of men to love,

Yet, when

your lawns & silks shal flow, And that white cloud divide

Into a doubtful twi-light, then,
Then will your hidden pride
Raise greater fires in men.