176. O come quickly! NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessed only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! 177. JOHN REYNOLDS A Nosegay SAY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil, With Violet blue; Since you have seen the beauty of my saint, 16th Cent. Did not her sight (fair sight!) you lonely fill, Of goddess' grace and angels' sacred teint Say, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair, Since you beheld the visage of my dear, 177. teint] tint, hue. Did not her globy front, and glistering hair, So gloriously like damask flowers appear, Say, snow-white Lily, speckled Gillyflower, Since you have viewed the Queen of my desire, Did not her ivory paps, fair Venus' bower, A Juno's grace, conjure you to require Say Rose, say Daffodil, and Violet blue, Since ye have seen my nymph's sweet dainty face And gesture rare, Did not (bright Cowslip, blooming Pink) her view (White Lily) shine (Ah, Gillyflower, ah Daisy!) with a grace Like stars divine? 178. SIR HENRY WOTTON Elizabeth of Bohemia You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, 1568-1639 You common people of the skies ; You curious chanters of the wood, By your weak accents; what's your praise You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known As if the spring were all your own; So, when my mistress shall be seen 179. The Character of a Happy Life OW happy is he born and taught HOW That serveth not another's will; Whose passions not his masters are; Who envies none that chance doth raise, 180. Who hath his life from rumours freed; Who God doth late and early pray -This man is freed from servile bands Upon the Death of Sir Albert HE first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. SIR JOHN DAVIES 1569-1626 181. I KNOW my Man soul hath power to know all things, Yet she is blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, I know my life's a pain and but a span; SIR ROBERT AYTON 1570-1638 182. To His Forsaken Mistress I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could move, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets, Thy favours are but like the wind That kisseth everything it meets : The morning rose that untouch'd stands Arm'd with her briers, how sweet she smells! But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands, Her sweets no longer with her dwells: But scent and beauty both are gone, Such fate ere long will thee betide When thou hast handled been awhile, |