Yet by his leave (for all his haste) The maid (and thereby hangs a tale) No grape that's kindly ripe, could be Her finger was so small, the ring, And to say truth (for out it must) Her feet beneath her petticoat, Her lips were red, and one was thin, Just in the nick the cook knocked thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving man with dish in hand, Marched boldly up like our trained band, Presented, and away. Now hats fly off, and youths carouse; And when 'twas nam'd another's health, On a sudden up they rise and dance; Thus several ways the time did pass, THE GRASSHOPPER From ODE TO MR. C. COTTON RICHARD LOVELACE H! thou that swingst upon the waving car Drunk every night with a delicious tear, Dropt thee from heaven, where thou wert reared; The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly, And, when thy poppy works, thou dost retire To thy carved acorn-bed to lie. Up with the day, the Sun thou welcomest then, S VIRTUE GEORGE HERBERT WEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, My music shows ye have your closes, Only a sweet and virtuous soul, And all must die. Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. THE THIRSTY EARTH SOAKS UP THE RAIN ABRAHAM COWLEY HE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, THE And drinks, and gapes for drink again, |