403. 404. CHARLES WEBBE Against Indifference MORE love or more disdain I crave; Sweet, be not still indifferent: Me to the place where I would be; Confess you will be kind to me. SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE Song c. 1678 1635-1691 LADIES, though to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefest victories, And borrows those bright arms from you Then rack not lovers with disdain, 405. To a Lady asking him how long he would love her T is not, Celia, in our power IT To say how long our love will last; It may be we within this hour May lose those joys we now do taste; From change in love are only free. Then since we mortal lovers are, Ask not how long our love will last; Each minute be with pleasure past: To live because we're sure to die? 406. THOMAS TRAHERNE News NEWS from a foreign country came 1637-1674 As if my treasure and my wealth lay there; So much it did my heart inflame, 'Twas wont to call my Soul into mine ear; Which thither went to meet The approaching sweet, And on the threshold stood To entertain the unknown Good. It hover'd there As if 'twould leave mine ear, And was so eager to embrace As if the tidings were the things, With so much joy they came, with so much pleasure. To recreate Itself with bliss, and to Be pleased with speed. A fuller view Yet journeys back would make Unto my heart; as if 'twould fain Go out to meet, yet stay within To fit a place to entertain And bring the tidings in. What sacred instinct did inspire Was out of view, And being here alone, I saw that happiness was gone From me! For this I thirsted absent bliss, And thought that sure beyond the seas, But little did the infant dream That all the treasures of the world were by: The Diadem, The ring enclosing all That stood upon this earthly ball, Much wider than the sky, Wherein they all included were, The glorious Soul, that was the King THOMAS FLATMAN 1637-1688 6 407. The Sad Day THE sad day! When friends shall shake their heads, and say Of miserable me Hark, how he groans! Look, how he pants for breath! See how he struggles with the pangs of death !' When they shall say of these dear eyes 'How hollow, O how dim they be ! Mark how his breast doth rise and swell Against his potent enemy!' When some old friend shall step to my bedside, But-when his next companions say How does he do? What hopes?'-shall turn away, Answering only, with a lift-up hand'Who can his fate withstand?' Then shall a gasp or two do more Than e'er my rhetoric could before: Persuade the world to trouble me no more! CHARLES SACKVILLE, EARL OF DORSET 408. Song 1638-1706 Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War (1665), the night before an Engagement. To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you— For though the Muses should prove kind, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea- |