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He's soft and tender, pray take heed,
With bands of cowslips bind him,
That I shall never find him !
THE KISS, A DIALOGUE. 1. AMONG thy fancies, tell me this:
What is the thing we call a kiss ? 2. I shall resolve ye what it is :
It is a creature born, and bred
Chor.-And makes more soft the bridal bed :
.2. It is an active flame, that flies
First to the babies of the eyes,
2. Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear,
It frisks, and Aies ; now here, now there ;
1. Has it a body ?-2. Ay, and wings,
With thousand rare encolourings;
Chor.-Love honey yields, but never stings.
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy protestant to be;
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
That heart I'll give to thee,
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree ;
And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have eyes to see ;
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair
Under that cypress tree ;
E'en death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me ;
To live and die for thee.
CAREW, who was descended of an ancient and respectable
family in Gloucestershire, was, on his return from his travels, appointed by Charles the First a gentleman of the privy-chamber, and sewer in ordinary: Mr Campbell has given him praise fully as high as his poetical abilities merit in saying, that he unites the point and polish of later times with many of the genial and warm tints of the elder Muse. The“ point and polish” are, however, often deformed with trivial conceits; and the “ genial tints" blended with indelicacy which could scarce be expected in an accomplished gentleman of the privy-chamber of the First Charles, however appropriate to one who held the same office with the second of the name. Lord Clarendon has given the history and drawn the literary portrait of Carew in a few words. Of his poems, Clarendon says, that, “ for the sharpness of the fancy, and the elegance of the language in which that fancy was spread, they were at least equal, if not superior, to any of the time. But his glory was, that, after fifty years spent with less exactness and severity than they ought to have been, he died with the greatest remorse for that license; and with the greatest manifestations of Christianity that his friends could desire."
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Fuel to maintain his fires;
But a smooth and stedfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combin'd,
Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
BOLDNESS IN LOVE.
MARK how the bashful morn in vain
Courts the amorous marigold With sighing blasts, and weeping rain,
Yet she refuses to unfold. But, when the planet of the day Approacheth with his powerful ray, Then she spreads, then she receives His warmer beams into her virgin leaves.
So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy !
If thy tears and sighs discover Thy grief, thou' never shalt enjoy
The just reward of a bold lover :
But, when with moving accents, thou
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
Ask me no more whither do stray
Ask me no more, whither doth haste
Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere.
Ask me no more, if east or west