And with the rights we call our own That EUROPE's gallows-birds may gain them; I put it to your Highness whether We shall one day discredit HELL? And with such hope of our damnation By no means look for your reply, I leave your Grace. And so, farewell. Postscript. The bearer of this letter Perhaps will be, for want of better, Add a peck more or two of coals. which has already done so much mischief, a spirit in itself improper and fraught with danger to the morals of the people. SONNETS. I. THE REPROACH OF VENUS. THE Queen of Rapture hover'd o'er my bed, Borne on the wings of Silence and the Night : She touch'd with hers my glowing lips and said, While my blood tingled with the keen delight, 66 And is the spirit of thy youth then fled, "O, by these swimming eyes," I said, and sigh'd, "And by this pulse, which feels and fears thine art, Thou knowest, enchantress, and thou seest with pride, Thou of my being art the dearest part! Let those sing love to whom love is deny'd ; |