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 Did not (bright Cowslip, blooming Pink) her view (White Lily) shine— (Ah, Gillyflower, ah Daisy !) with a grace Like stars divine? 178. YOU SIR HENRY WOTTON Elizabeth of Bohemia meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, 1568-1639 What are you when the moon shall rise? 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 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, Who hath his life from rumours freed; Who God doth late and early pray With a religious book or friend; -This man is freed from servile bands 180. Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife HE first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. 181. SIR JOHN DAVIES Man 1569-1626 I KNOW my I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, I know my life's a pain and but a span; SIR ROBERT AYTON 182. To His Forsaken Mistress I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair, 1570-1638 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 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, 183. With sere flowers to be thrown aside; Hath brought thee to be loved by none. I To an Inconstant One LOVED thee once; I'll love no more- Nothing could have my love o'erthrown When new desires had conquer'd thee Not constancy, to love thee still. Yea, it had been a sin to go Since we are taught no prayers to say |