I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found A garland sweet, with true-love knots in flowers, Which I to wear about mine arm was bound, That each of us might know that all was ours; Must I now lead an idle life in wishes, And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes? I, that did wear the ring her mother left, I, who did make her blush when I was named; Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked, Watching with sighs till dead Love be awaked? I, that when drowsy Argus fell asleep, While her breath speaking kindled Nature's fire, Must I look on a-cold while others warm them ? Do Vulcan's brothers in such fine nets arm them? * SONG. [To be found also in " England's Helicon," where it is signed" Ignoto."] AWAY with these self-loving lads For Cupid is a meadow2 god, And forceth none to kiss the rod. Sweet 3 Cupid's shafts, like Destiny, 4 Do causeless good or ill decree; Desert is borne out of his bow; Reward upon his wing 5 5 doth go: What fools are they that have not known That Love likes no laws but his own. My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, Engl. Hel." them." 2 So all the copies; but, as this word seems to afford no very definite meaning, Mr Ritson, in his Songs, prints 66 merry." 3 Eng. Hel." God." 4 Eng. Hel." Doth either." 5 Eng. Hel." feet." Where honour Cupid's rival is, The worth that worthiness should move Sweet saint,3 'tis true, you worthy be, The Dream. ALL my senses, like beacon's flame, To take arms in Cynthia's name, And set all my thoughts on fire. Up I start, believing well To see if Cynthia were awake; Wonders I saw, who can tell? And thus unto myself I spake : Eng. Hel." which is the due." 2 Eng. Hel. “ the shepherd.” 3 Eng. Hel." nymph.” "Sweet god, Cupid, where am I? "As harm our senses with delight. "Am I borne up to the skies? "See where Jove and Venus shine, "Shewing in her heavenly eyes "That Desire is divine.” I stept forth to touch the sky, Runs away, like silver streams; Leaving hollow banks behind, Who can neither forward move, Nor, if rivers be unkind, Turn away, or leave to love. There stand I, like men that preach From the execution-place, At their death content to teach All the world with their disgrace. |