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Her beams (which some dull men call'd bair) divided," March, march,” (quoth 1;) “the word straight

Part with her cheeks, part with her lips did sport; Let's lose no time, but leave her: (sive, But these, as rude, her breath put by still; some That giant upon air will live, Wiselyer downwards sought; but falling short,

And hold it out for ever. Curl'd back in rings, and seem'd to turn again

“ To such a place our camp remove To bite the part so unkindly held them ia.

As will no siege abide ;
I hate a fool that starves her love,

Only to feed ber pride."



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none beguiled be by time's quick flowing, Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going; Por though time be nimble, his motions

Are quicker

And thicker Where love hath his notions : Hope is the main sprirg, on which moves desirė, And these do the less wheels, fear, joy, inspire; The ballance is thought, evermore


And striking, And ne'er giving o'er. Occasion's the hand, which still's moving round, Till by it the critical hour may be found : And when that falls out, it will strike


Strange blisses,
And what you best like.


now, since I sate down before
That foolish fort, a heart,
(Time strangely spent!) a year, and more;

And still I did my part:
Made my approaches, from her hand

Unto her lip did rise ;
And did already understand

The language of her eyes.
Proceeded on with no less art,

My tongue was engineer;
I thought to undermine the heart

By whispering in the ear.
When this did nothing, I brought dowa

Great capnon-oaths, and shot
A thousand thousand to the town,

And still it yielded not.
I then resolr'd to starve the place

By cutting off al: kisses,
Praising and gazing on her face,

And all such little blisses.
To draw her out, and from her strength,

I drew all batteries in :
And brought myself to lie at length,

As if no siege had been.
When I had done what man could do,

And thonght the place mine own,
The enemy lay quiet too,

And smild at all was done.
I sent to know from whence, and where,

These hopes, and this relief?
A spy inform’d, Honour was there,

And did command in chief.

8.-B. IN

bed, dull man !
When Love and Hymen's revels are begun,
And the church ceremonies past and done?
B. Why who's gone mad to day?
s. Duli heretick, thou wouidst say,
He that is gone to Heav'n's gone astray;

Brohall, our gallant friend,
Is gone to church, as martyrs to the fire :
Who marry, differ but i'th' end,

Since both do take
The hardest way to what they most desire.
Nor staid he till the formal priest had done,
But e'er that part was finisht, his begun :

Which did reveal
The baste and eagerness men have to seal,

That long to tell the money.
A sprig of willow in his hat he wore,
(The loser's badge and liv'ry heretofore)
But now so order'd, that it might be taken
By lookers on, forsaking as forsaken.

And now and then
A careless smile broke forth, which spoke his mind,
And seem'd to say she might have been more kind.
When this (dear Jack) I saw

Thought I
How weak is lovers law?
The bonds made there (like gypsies' knots) with ease
Are fast and loose, as they that hold them please.
But was the fair nymph's praise or power less,
That led him captive now to bappiness ;
'Cause she did not a foreign aid despise,
But enter'd breaches made by others' eyes?

The gods forbid :
There must be some to shoot and batter down,
Others to force and to take in the town.'
To hawkes (good Jack) and hearts

There may
Be sev'ral ways and arts;
One watches them perchance, and makes them

tame; Another, when they're ready, shows them game,

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(Whether predestination,

At Course-a-park, without all doubt, Or reconciling three in one,

He should have first been taken out Or the unriddling how men die,

By all the majds i'th' town : And live at once eternally,

Though lusty Roger there had been, Now take you up) know 'tis decreed

Or little George upon the green, You straight bestride the college steed:

Or Vincent of the crown. Leave Socinus and the schoolmen, (Which Jack Borld swears do but fool men)

But wot you what? the youth was going And come to town; 'tis fit you show

To make an end of all his woing; Your self abroad, that men may know

The parson for bim staid : (Wbate'er some learned men have guest)

Yet by his leave (for all his haste) That oracles are not yet ceas'd :

He did not so much wish all past There you shall find the wit and wine

(Perchance) as did the maid. Floving alike, and both divine:

The maid (and thereby hangs a tale) Dishes, with names not known in books,

Por such a majd no Whitson-ale And less amongst the college-cooks;

Could ever yet produce: With sauce so pregnant, that you need

No grape that's kindly ripe, could be Not stay till hunger bids you feed.

So round, so plump, so soft as she, The sweat of learned Johnson's brain,

Nor half so full of joyce. And gentle Shakespear's eas'er strain,

Her finger was so small, the ring A hackney coach conveys you to,

Would not stay on which they did bring ; In spite of all that rain can do :

It was too wide a peck : And for your eighteen pence you sit

And to say truth (for out it must) The lord and judge of all fresh wit.

It look'd like the great collar (just) News in one day as much we've here

About our young colt's neck. As serves all Windsor for a year,

Her feet beneath her petticoat, And which the carrier brings to you,

Like little mice, stole in and out, After 't has here been found not true.

As if they feard the light: Then think what company's design id

But ob ! she dances such a way! To meet you here ; men so refin'd,

No sun upon an Easter day
Their very common talk at board,

Is half so fine a sight.
Makes wise or mad a young court-lord,
And makes him capable to he

He would have kist her once or twice,
Umpire in's father's company.

But she would not, she was so nice, Where no disputes, nor forc'd defence

She would not do't in sight: Of a man's person for his sense,

And then she lookt, as who should say Take up the time; all strive to be

I will do wbat I list to day; Masters of truth, as victory:

And you shall du't at night. And where you come, I'd boldly swear

Her cheeks so rare a white was on, A syaod might as easily err.

No daisie makes comparison;

(Who sees them is undone)
For streaks of red wer" mingled there,

Such as are on a Cath'rine pear,

(The side that's next the Sun.)

Her lips were red; and one was thin,

Compar'd to that was next her chin;
TELL thee, Dick, where I have been,

(Some bie had stung it Dewly.) Where I the rarest things have seen;

But (Dick) her eyes so guard her face, Oh things without compare !

I durst no more upon them gaze, Such sights again cannot be found

Than on the Sun in July. In any place on English ground,

Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Be it at wake, or fair.

Thou’d'st swear her teeth her words did break, At Charing Cross, hard by the way

That they might passage get; Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay,

But she so handled still the matter, There is a house with stairs;

They came as good as ours, or better, And there did I see coming down

And are not spent a whit.
Such folk as are not in our town,

If wishing should be any sin,
Vorty at least, in pairs.

The parson himself had guilty been;
Amongst the rest, one pest'lent fine

(She look'd that day so purely:) (His beard no bigger though than thine)

And did the youth so oft the feat
Walk'd on before the rest:

At night, as some did in conceit,
Our landlord looks like nothing to him:

It would have spoil'd him, surely,
The king (God bless him) 'twould undo him,

Passion, oh me! how I run on!
Should be go still so drest.

There's that that woull be thought upca,

I trow besides the bride. i Occasioned by the marriage of lord Broghill, The business of the kitchen's great, mentioned before, with lady Margaret Howard For it is fit that men should eat, daughter of the earl of Suffolk.

ELLIS. Nor was it there denied.

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Just in the nick the cook knock'd thrice,
And all the waiters in a trice

His summons did obey ;
Each servingman with dish in hand,
March'd boldly up like our train'd-band,

Presented, and away.
When all the meat was on the table,
What man of knife, or teeth, was able

To stay to be intreated ?
And this the very reason was,
Before the parson could say grace,

The company was seated
Now hats fly off, and youths carouse;
Healtbs first go round, and then the house,

The bride's came thick and thick; And when 'twas nam'd another's health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth.

(And who could help it, Dick ?) O'th' suddain up they rise and dance; Then sit again, and sigh, and glance:

Then dance again, and kiss :
Thus sev'ral ways the time did pass,
Till ev'ry woman wish'd her place,

And ev'ry man wish'd his.
By this time all were stol'n aside
To counsel and undress the bride;

But that he must not know :
But yet 'twas thought he guest her mind,
And did not mean to stay behind

Above an hour or so.
When in he came (Dick) there she lay
Like new fal'n snow melting away,

('Twas time, I trow to part :)
Kisses were now the only stay,
Which soon she gave, as who would say,

Good boy! with all my heart.
But just as Heav'ns would have to cross it,
In came the bride-maids with the posset :

The bridegroom eat in spight;
Por had he left the women to't
It would have cost two hours to do't,

Which were too much that night.
At length the candle's out; and now
All that they had not done, they do!

What that is, who can tell?
But I believe it was no more
Than thov and I have doue before

With Bridget, and with Nell.

And on these grounds we'll love as trưe, As if they were most sure t'ensue : And chastly for these things we'll stay, As if to morrow were the day. Mean time we two will teach our bearts In love's burdens to bear their parts : Thou first shalt sigh, and say she's fair; And I'll still answer, past compare. Thou shalt set out each part o'th' face, While I extol each little grace: Thou shalt be ravish'd at her wit; And I, that she so governs it: Thou shalt like well that hand, that eye, That lip, that look, that majesty; And in good language them adore: While I want words, and do it more. Yea we will sit and sigh a while, And with soft thoughts some time beguile; But straight again break out, and praise All we had done before, new ways. Thus will we do, till paler Death Come with a warrant for our breath. And then whose fate shall be to die First of us two, by legacy Shall all his store bequeath, and give His love to him that shall survive; For no one stock can ever serve To love so much as she'll deserve.

Honest lover whosoever,
If in all thy love there ever
Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame
Were not still even, still the same:

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.
If when she appears i'th' room,
Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb,
And in striving this to cover
Dost not speak thy words twice over,

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.
If fondly thou dost not mistake,
And all defects for graces take;
Perswad'st thy self that jests are broken,
When she hath little or nothing spoken";

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss ;

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.
If when thou appear'st to be within,
Thou lett'st not men ask and ask again ;
And when thou answer'st, if it be
To what was askt thee properly ;

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and lore anew.
If when thy stomach calls to eat,
Thou cutt'st not fingers 'stead of meat,

My dearest rival, least our love
Should with excentric motion move,
Before it learn to go astray,
We'll teach and set it in a way,
And such directions give unto't,
That it shall never wander foot.
Know first then, we will serve as true
For one poor smile, as we would do
If we had what our bigber flame,
Or our vainer wish, could frame.
Impossible shall be our bope;
And love shall only have his scope
To join with fancy now and then,
And think, what reason would condemn:

And with much gazing on her face
Dust not rise bungry from the place,

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss;

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.
If by this thou dost discorer
That thou art no perfect lover,
And desiring to love true,
Thou dost begin to love anew;

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss ;

And to love true,
'Thou must begin again, and love anew.

For she shall ever pay that score,
By only bidding us do more :
So (though she still a viggard be)
In gracing, where none's due, she's freea
The favours she shall cast on us,
(Lest we should grow presumptuous)
Shall not with too much love be shown,
Nor yet the common way still done;
But ev'ry smile and little glance
Shall look half lent, and half by chance :
The ribbon, fan, or moff, that she
Would should be kept by thee or me,
Should not be giv'n before too many,
But neither thrown to's when there's anys
So that ber selfe should doubtful be
Whether 'twere Fortune flung 't, or she.
She shall not like the thing we do
Sometimes, and yet shall like it too;
Nor any notice take at all
Of what, we gone, she would extol :
Love she shall feed, but fear to nourist ;.
For where fear is, love cannot flourish;
Yet live it must, nay must and shall,
While Desdemona is at all :
But when she's gone, then love shall die,
And in her grave buried lic.

UPON TWO SISTERS. Believ't, ponng man, i can as eas'ly tell How many yards and inches 'tis to Hell ; Voriddle all predestination, Or the nice points we dispute upon.

Had the three goddesses been just as fair,
It had not been so easily clecided,
And sure the apple must have been divided :
It must, it must; he's impudent, dares say
Which is the handsomer, till one's away.
And it was necessary it should be so ;
Wise Nature did foresee it, and did know
When she had fram'd the eldest, that each heart
Must at the first sight feel the blind god's dart :
And sure as can be, had she made bit one,
No plague had been more sure destruction ;
For we had lik'd, lov'd, burnt to ashes too,
In half the time that we are choosing now:
Variety, and equal objects, make
The busie eye still doubtful which to take ;
This lip, this hand, this foot, this eye, this face,
The other's body, gesture, or her grace :
And whilst we thus dispute which of the two,
We unresolv'd go out, and nothing do.
He sure is happy'st that has hopes of either,
Next him is he that sees them both together.

TO HIS RIVALO Now we have taught our love to know That it must creep where't cannot go, And be for once content to live, Since here it cannot have to thrive ; It will not be amiss t' enquire What fuel should maintain this fire: For fires do cither fame 100 high, Or where they cannot fame, they die, First then (iny balf but better heart) Know this must wholly be her part; (For thou and I, like clocks, are wound Up to the height, and inust move round) She then, by still denying what We fondly crave, shall such a rate Set on each trifle, that a kiss Shall come to be the utmost bliss. Where sparks and fire do meet with tinder, Those sparks meer fire will still engender: To make this good, no debt shall be Prom service or fidelity ;

FAREWELL TO LOVE. Weil-shadow'd landscape, fare-pe-weld: How I have lov'd you, none can tell ;

At least so well
As he that now hates more

Than e're he lov'd before.
But my dear nothings, take your leare,
No longer must you me deceive,

Since I perceive
All the deceit, and know

Whenee the mistake did grow.
As he whose quicker eye doth trace
A false star shot to a mark'd place,

Does run apace,
And thinking it to catch,

A gelly up does snatch:
So our dull souls tasting delight
Far off, by sense and appetite,

Think tbat is right
And real good; when yet

'Tis but the counterfeit. Ob! how I glory now' that I Have made this new discovery !

Each Wanton cye
Finfam'd befort : no more

Will I increase that score.
If I gaze now, 'tis but to see
What manner of death's-head 'twill he,

When it is free
From that fresh upper skin;

The gazer's joy, and sin.
The gum aud glist'ning, which with art
And study'd method, in each part

Hangs down the heart,
Looks (jast) as if, that day
Snails there had crawl'd the base

The locks, that curl'd o'er each ear be,
Hang like two master-worms to me,

That (as we see)
Have tasted to the rest

Two holes, where they lik'd best.
A quick corse methinks I spy
In ev'ry woman; and mine eye,

At passing by,
Checks, and is troubled, just

As if it rose from dust.
They mortifie, not heighten me :
These of my sins the glasses be :

And here I see
How I have lov'd before,
And so I love no more.

SIR TOBY MATHEWS, SAY, but did you love so long?

In truth I needs must blame you a Passion did your judgment wrong ;

Or want of reason shame you.
But Time's fair and witty daughter

Shortly shall discover,
Y'are a subject fit for laughter,

And more fool than lover.
But I grant you merit praise

For your constant folly :
Since you doted three whole days,

Were you not melancholy?
She to whom you prov'd so true,

And that very very face, Puts eurh minate sueh as you

A dozen dozen to disgrace.

THE INVOCATION. Ye juster powers of love and fate, Give me the reason why

A lover crost,

And all hopes lost,

May not have leave to die. It is but just, and love needs must Confess it is his part,

When he does spie

One wounded lie,

To pierce the other's heart.
But yet if he so cruel be
To have one breast to hate;

If I must live,
And thus survive,

How far more cruel's fate?
In this same state I find too late
I am; and here's the grief:

Cupid can cure,

Death heal, I'm sure,

Yet neither sends relief.
To live, or die, beg only 1,
Just powers, some end me give;

And traitour-like,

Tbus force me not
Without a heart to live.

LOVE TURNED TO HATRED. I WILL not love one minute more, I swear, No not a minute; not a sigh or tear Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look again, Tho'thou shoud'st court me to't, and woud'st begin. I will not think of thee, but as men do Of debts and sins, and then I'll curse thee too : For thy sake woman shall be now to me Les welcome, than at midnight ghosts shall be: I'll hate so perfectly, that it shall be Treason to love that man that loves a sbe; Nay, I will bate the very good, I swear, That's in thy sex, because it does lie there; Their very virtue, grace, discourse and wit, And all for thee ; what, wilt thou love me yet?


upon it, I have lovid

Three whole days together; And am like to love three more,

If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings,

E'er he shall discover
In the whole wide world again

Such a constant lover.
Bot the spite on't is, no praise

Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays,

Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she,

And that very face, There had been at least e'er this

A dozen dozen in her place.

Never believe me if I love,
Or know what 'tis, or mean to prove;
and yet in faith 1 lye, I do,
And she's extremely handsome too;

She's fair, she's wondrous fair,
But I care not who knows it,

L'er I'll die for love, I fairly will forgo ito
This heat of hope, or cold of fear,
My foolish heat could never bear :
One sigh imprison'd ruins more
Than earthquakes have done heretofore :

She's fair, &c.
When I am hungry I do eat,
And cut no fingers 'stead of meat,
Nor with much gazing on her face,
Do e'er rise hungry from the place :

She's fair, &c.
A gentle round fill'd to the brink,
To this and tother friend I drink;
And if 'tis nam'd another's health,
I never make it hers by stealth :

She's fair, &c.

Son of the Archbishop of York. Suckling in troduces bim in the Session of Poets. C.

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