5 10 James Sbirley 1596-1667 A DIRGE (From The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses, 1659) The glories of our blood and state Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, They stoop to fate, 15 And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death. 20 The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. Thomas Carew 1589-1639 DISDAIN RETURNED (Printed, without concluding stanza, in Porter's Madrigalles and Ayres, 1632) He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires; Or from star-like eyes doth seek 5 As old Time makes these decay, 10 But a smooth and steadfast mind, No tears, Celia, now shall win, 15 I have searched thy soul within And find nought but pride and scorn; Can disdain as much as thou! Sir John Suckling 1609-1641 ORSAMES' SONG. (From Aglaura, acted 1637) Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, 5 Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, 10 Prithee, why so mute? 15 Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! Richard Lovelace 1618-1658 TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS (From Lucasta, 1649) Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind 5 True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field, 10 And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, dear, so much, TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON (From the same) When Love with unconfined wings 5 When I lie tangled in her hair, 10 The birds that wanton in the air When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses bound, 20 When, like committed linnets, I When I shall voice aloud, how good 25 Stone walls do not a prison make, Minds innocent and quiet take 30 If I have freedom in my love, Robert Herrick 1591-1674 ARGUMENT TO HESPERIDES (From Hesperides, 1648) I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece 5 CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn |