TO HIS MUSE. WERE I to give thee baptime, I wo'd chuse UPON LOVE. LOVE scorch'd my finger, but did spare Little I love; but if that he Wo'd but that heat recall, DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON BY WHICH SOMETIMES HE LIVED. DEAN-BOURN, farewell; I never look to see Thy rockie bottome, that doth teare thy streams, * Qu. watry? To my content, I never sho'd behold, Were thy streames silver, or thy rocks all gold. Rockie thou art; and rockie we discover Thy men; and rockie are thy wayes all over. A people currish, churlish as the seas, With whom I did, and may re-sojourne when Who has a little measure, He must of right, To th' utmost mite, Make payment for his pleasure. TO JULIA. How rich and pleasing thou, my Julia, art, white, There playes the saphire with the chrysolite. TO LAURELS. A FUNERAL stone, Or verse, I covet none; But onely crave Of you that I may have A sacred laurel springing from my grave, * A Bracelet, from Dardanus so call'd. Which being seen, Blest with perpetuall greene, Not so much call'd a tree, As the eternall monument of me. HIS CAVALIER. GIVE me that man that dares bestride The active sea-horse, and with pride Through that huge field of waters ride; Who with his looks too can appease The ruffling winds and raging seas In mid'st of all their outrages. This, this a virtuous man can doe, Saile against rocks, and split them too; I!* and a world of pikes passe through. ZEAL REQUIRED IN LOVE. I'LE do my best to win, when'ere I wooe; That man loves not, who is not zealous too. THE BAG OF THE BEE. ABOUT the sweet bag of a bee, Two cupids fell at odds; And whose the pretty prize shu'd be, They vow'd to ask the gods. * Ay. Which Venus hearing, thither came, Which done, to still their wanton cries, LOVE KILL'D BY LACK. LET me be warme, let me be fully fed: |