WE saw and wooed each other's eyes, Let wilder youth, whose soul is sense, Time 's ever ours, while we despise For though the sun do set and rise, Whose light no jealous clouds obscure, And though opinion often err, Thus when to one dark silent room A BRIDAL SONG J. FLETCHER (?) ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue ; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, firstborn child of Ver; Oxlips in their cradles growing, All dear Nature's children sweet Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence! The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor May on our bridehouse perch or sing, QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, State in wonted manner keep : Earth, let not thy envious shade Heaven to clear when day did close: Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever : Thou that mak'st a day of night,- DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. B. JONSON The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, SONG COME, O come, my life's delight, T. CAMPION The more enjoyed, the more divine : The pain of being deprived of thee! Thou all sweetness dost enclose, SONNET W. DRUMMOND ALEXIS, here she stayed; among these pines, Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines. The happy place the print seems yet to bear; To which winds, trees, beasts, birds did lend an ear. |