I LOV'D a lass, a fair one, Her hair like gold did glister, Many a merry meeting And as abroad we walk'd, As we walk'd home together, Like doves we would be billing, HENCE away, thou Syren, leave me, No common snare Thy painted baits, And poor deceits, Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I'm no slave to such, as you be; Neither shall that snowy breast, Rolling eye, and lip of ruby, Ever rob me of my rest: Go, go, display Thy beauties' ray To some more soon enamour'd swain: .: Those common wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I have elsewhere vow'd a duty; Where gaudy clothes And feigned oaths may I love her so, love obtain: Whose looks swear No, :. That all your labours will be vain. Can he prize the tainted posies On her sweet breast, Thy mermaid song Is all bestow'd on me in vain. He's a fool that basely dallies, Where each peasant mates with him Shall I haunt the thronged vallies, Whilst there's nobler hills to climb ? No, no, though clowns Are scar'd with frowns, I know the best can but disdain ; And those I'll prove : So will thy love Be all bestow'd on me in vain. : I do scorn to vow a duty, Where each lustful lad may woo: Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain! Fond fools, adieu; You seek to captive me in vain. Leave me then, you Syrens, leave me; Seek no more to work my harms; Crafty wiles cannot deceive me, Who am proof against your charms: You labour may To lead astray The heart, that constant shall remain ; And I the while Will sit and smile To see you spend your time in vain. ROBERT HERRICK. 1626. Contemporary with Carew, to whose genius his own appears greatly to have assimilated, Herrick, though his productions have not till lately received the attention they merit, was once highly and deservedly applauded. He was born in London, August 24, 1591; and having taken the degree of M. A. in 1629, he was afterwards promoted to the vicarage of Dean Prior, Devonshire. Being ejected from this preferment under the protectorate, he experienced all the inconveniences of penury till his restoration to the living, in 1660. He is believed to have died Vicar of Dean Prior, against the inhabitants of which, in the early part of his life, he had notwithstanding vented many peevish and splenetic accusations. He was intimate with most of the popular characters of his times; and many of his poems being set to music by the celebrated Lawes, they were extensively sung. JULIA was, perhaps, the Mrs. Wheeler whom he somewhere styles his "beloved Mistress!" Be this as it may, Herrick was no platonist in his amours, as the tender reproach of his favourite Fair-" Herrick, thou art too coarse for love!"-unequivocally demonstrates. There is a freedom and sweetness in his more finished productions, which must forcibly recommend them to every reader of taste. AS JULIA once a slumbering lay, For some rich flower, he took the lip But when he felt he suck'd from thence Honey, and in the quintessence, |