294. 295. Tempt me with such affrights no more, Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers THE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes As dear to thee, as this to them, THIS Another HIS little vault, this narrow room, 'Twas but a bud, yet did contain 296. A budding Star, that might have grown JASPER MAYNE Time TIME is the feather'd thing, 1604-1672 The sparklings of thy looks and call them rays, Leaving behind him as he flies And every sand of his fleet glass, Flames turn to frost; And ere we can Know how our crow turns swan, Springs there where jet did grow, Our fading spring is in dull winter lost. Since then the Night hath hurl'd Over its enemy the Day, and made Just such a blind and shapeless thing Let's number out the hours by blisses, By which Love doth convey And mingling so Makes them such raptures know Let the harmonious spheres in music roll! WILLIAM HABINGTON 1605-1654 297. To Roses in the Bosom of Castara E blushing virgins happy are YE In the chaste nunnery of her breasts— Whoe'er should call them Cupid's nests. Transplanted thus how bright ye grow! In those white cloisters live secure Then that which living gave you room, Whose breast hath marble been to me. 298. Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam WHEN I survey the bright Celestial sphere; So rich with jewels hung, that Night My soul her wings doth spread Th' Almighty's mysteries to read For the bright firmament Shoots forth no flame So silent, but is eloquent In speaking the Creator's name. No unregarded star Contracts its light Into so small a character, Removed far from our human sight, But if we steadfast look We shall discern In it, as in some holy book, How man may heavenly knowledge learn. It tells the conqueror That far-stretch'd power, Which his proud dangers traffic for, That from the farthest North, Yet undiscover'd, issue forth, And o'er his new-got conquest sway: Some nation yet shut in With hills of ice May be let out to scourge his sin, And then they likewise shall For as yourselves your empires fall, Thus those celestial fires, Though seeming mute, The fallacy of our desires : And all the pride of life confute : For they have watch'd since first And found sin in itself accurst, |