329. Thus absence dies, and dying proves That do partake of fair perfection: The waving sea can with each flood Which flows not every day, but ever! SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE A Rose 1608-1666 BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon. What boots a life which in such haste forsakes thee? Thou'rt wondrous frolic, being to die so soon, And passing proud a little colour makes thee. If thee thy brittle beauty so deceives, Know then the thing that swells thee is thy bane; The sentence of thy early death contain. Some clown's coarse lungs will poison thy sweet flower, If by the careless plough thou shalt be torn; And many Herods lie in wait each hour To murder thee as soon as thou art born Nay, force thy bud to blow-their tyrant breath THER First strikes the new awaken'd sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from thence: Love then to us new souls did give The breath we breathe is his, not ours: STILL do the stars impart their light To those that travel in the night; Still time runs on, nor doth the hand The streams still glide and constant are: Only thy mind Untrue I find, Neglects to be Like stream or shadow, hand or star. Fool that I am! do recall My words, and swear thou'rt like them all, Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire, In mockery; If I come nigh Shade-like thou'lt fly, And as the stream with murmur pass. 332. On the Queen's Return from the Low HALLO Countries LLOW the threshold, crown the posts anew! Twist all our victories into one bright wreath, On which let honour breathe; Then throw it round the temples of our Queen! 'Tis she that must preserve those glories green. When greater tempests than on sea before Received her on the shore; When she was shot at 'for the King's own good' By legions hired to blood; How bravely did she do, how bravely bear! And show'd, though they durst rage, she durst not fear. | Courage was cast about her like a dress Of solemn comeliness: A gather'd mind and an untroubled face Did give her dangers grace: Thus, arm'd with innocence, secure they move 333. On a Virtuous Young Gentlewoman that died suddenly SHE HE who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex, That she could die, or that she could live here. JAMES GRAHAM, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE 2246 334. I'll never love Thee more Y dear and only Love, I pray MY That little world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway (Which virtuous souls abhor), And hold a synod in thine heart, Like Alexander I will reign, My thoughts did evermore disdain N 1612-1650 353 He either fears his fate too much, That dares not put it to the touch, And in the empire of thine heart, But if thou wilt prove faithful then, I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, THOMAS JORDAN 335. Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant 16122-1685 LET us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice, All treasure's uncertain, Then down with your dust! In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence, |