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BORN ABOUT 1570-DIED 1637.
Kisse me, sweet : the wary lover
SONG TO CELIA.
DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
And I'll not looke for wine.
Doth aske a drink divine :
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
It could not withered be.
And sent'st it back to me:
and smells, I sweare, Not of itselfe, but thee.
THE SWEET NEGLECT.
STILL to be neat, still to be drest
Than all th' adulteries of art ;
TO THE WORLD.
A FAREWELL FOR A GENTLEWOMAN, VIRTUOUS AND NOBLE.
FALSE world, good night, since thou hast brought
That houre upon my morne of age,
My part is ended on thy stage.
A spirit so resolv'd to tread
From all the nets that thou canst spread. I know thy formes are studied arts,
Thy subtill wayes, be narrow straits ; Thy curtesie but sudden starts,
And what thou call'st thy gifts are baits. I know too, though thou strut and paint,
Yet art thou both shrunke up, and old ; That onely fooles make thee a saint,
And all thy good is to be sold. I know thou whole art but a shop
Of toyes, and trifles, traps, and snares, To take the weake, or make them stop :
Yet art thou falser than thy wares. And, knowing this, should I yet stay,
Like such as blow away their lives, And never will redeme a day,
Enamor'd of their golden gyves ? Or having scap'd, shall I returne,
And thrust my neck into the noose,
From whence, so lately, I did burne,
With all my powers, my selfe to loose ? What bird, or beast, is knowne so dull,
That fled his cage, or broke his chaine,
Render his head in there againe ?
The engines that have them annoy'd ;
If I could not thy ginnes avoid.
SONG OF NIGHT.
IN THE MASQUE OF THE VISION OF DELIGHT.
BREAK, Phant'sie, from thy cave of cloud,
And spread thy purple wings; Now all thy figures are allow'd,
And various shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream, It must have blood, and nought of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream,
Cho. Yet let it like an odour rise
To all the senses here,
Or music in their ear.
SONG FROM THE MASQUE OF BEAUTY.
BORN 1582-DIED 1635.
This jovial and facetious prelate, who might have sat for the
portrait of the Clerk of Copmanhurst, was a native of Ewell in Surrey. His talents were of the kind which, in certain circumstances, promote a man's interest independently of principles, or the strict decencies of the sacred office. From being made one of the chaplains of James I., he was successively promoted to the deanery of Christ Church and the bishoprics of Oxford and Norwich. His poems strongly indicate great constitutional gaiety, and a flow of high animal spirits not devoid of a certain warmth and heartiness, which almost resembles the careless ebullition of genius. Whatever were the fail. ings of this convivial prelate, he was no hypocrite. ·After he was in orders, and, indeed, doctor of divinity, it is related, that a ballad-singer, at Abingdon, came into the house where he was, complaining that nobody would buy