1070. A SLEEPING CHILD FAIR was that face as break of dawn, When the soul's heaven lies calm and bright ;- J. WILSON ('CHRISTOPHER NORTH'). 1071. AMARYLLIS I DID WOO AMARYLLIS I did woo; And I courted Phillis too; G. WITHER (The Mistress of Philarete). 1072. BEHOLD THE SUN THAT SEEMED BUT NOW BEHOLD the sun, that seemed but now Enthroned overhead, The globe whereon we tread; Thus time, unheeded, steals away Declining to the grave; Whereon we set our heart; And when the night of death draws nigh Thus will they all depart. Lord! though the sun forsake our sight, And mortal hopes are vain, Let still thine everlasting light Within our souls remain ; And in the nights of our distress Vouchsafe those rays divine, Which from the Sun of Righteousness For ever brightly shine! G. WITHER. 1073. I LOVED A LASS, A FAIR ONE I LOVED a lass, a fair one, As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba Queen! But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too : But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Her hair like gold did glister, Each eye was like a star, She did surpass her sister, Which passed all others far; She would me honey call, She'd,-oh she'd kiss me too: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Many a merry meeting My love and I have had; She was my only sweeting, She made my heart full glad; The tears stood in her eyes Like to the morning dew: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Her cheeks were like the cherry, Her skin as white as snow; When she was blithe and merry, She angel-like did show; Her waist exceeding small, The fives did fit her shoe: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. In summer time or winter She had her heart's desire ; I still did scorn to stint her From sugar, sack, or fire; The world went round about, No cares we ever knew: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. As we walked home together At midnight through the town, To keep away the weather O'er her I'd cast my gown. No cold my love should feel, Whate'er the heavens could do; But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Like doves we should be billing, That I should kiss the last. Since that they proved untrue; For now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. To maidens' vows and swearing Unconstant, frail, untrue : G. WITHER. 1074. THE FLOWER OF FLOWERS LET who list, for me, advance Let all times, both present, past, I have found in one such worth, For I know the hand of Nature 1075. SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR Shall a woman's virtues move What care I how good she be ? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, That without them dare to woo; Great, or good, or kind, or fair, For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be? G. WITHER. 1076. SWEET BABY, SLEEP SWEET baby, sleep! what ails my dear, The King of kings, when He was born, 1078. TO A KISS SOFT child of love, thou balmy bliss, Why thou so suddenly art gone, A thousand full as sweet as thee. 1079. TO A FISH OF THE BROOKE All covered with a snaring bait, And dragge thee from the brooke. O harmless tenant of the flood, Perchance hath given a tender wife, Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish ; 1080. TO MARY IF I had thought thou couldst have died, But I forgot, when by thy side That thou couldst mortal be: It never through my mind had past And I on thee should look my last, And still upon that face I look, And still the thought I will not brook, But when I speak-thou dost not say Sweet Mary, thou art dead! J. WOLCOT. J. WOLCOT. |