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SAMUEL DANIEL.

LOOK, Delia, how w'esteem the half-blown rose,

The image of thy blush and summer's honour;
Whilst yet her tender bud doth undisclose

That full of beauty Time bestows upon her.
No sooner spreads her glory in the air,

But straight her wide-blown pomp comes to decline;
She then is scorn'd that late adorn'd the fair;

So fade the roses of those cheeks of thine.

No April can revive thy wither'd flowers,
Whose springing grace adorns thy glory now;
Swift speedy Time, feather'd with flying hours,
Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow:
Then do not thou such treasure waste in vain,
But love now whilst thou may'st be lov'd again.

SAMUEL DANIEL.

WHEN men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass,

And thou, with careful brow sitting alone,
Received hast this message from thy glass,

That tells the truth, and says that all is gone;
Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou madest,

Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining;
I that have lov'd thee thus before thou fadest,
My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning.
The world shall find this miracle in me,

That fire can burn when all the matter's spent:

Then what my faith hath been thyself shalt see, And that thou wast unkind, thou may'st repent. Thou may'st repent that thou hast scorn'd my tears, When winter snows upon thy sable hairs.

SAMUEL DANIEL.

BEAUTY, Sweet love, is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh upon the tender green
Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth shew,
And straight 'tis gone as it had never been.
Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish,
Short is the glory of the blushing rose;

The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish,
Yet which at length thou must be forc'd to lose.
When thou, surcharg'd with burthen of thy years,
Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth,
And that in beauty's lease, expir'd, appears
The date of age, the calends of our death-
But ah, no more!-this must not be foretold,
For women grieve to think they must be old.

SAMUEL DANIEL.

I MUST not grieve my love, whose eyes would read
Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile;
Flowers have a time before they come to seed,
And she is young, and now must sport the while.
And sport, sweet maid, in season of these years,
And learn to gather flowers before they wither;
And where the sweetest blossom first appears,
Let Love and Youth conduct thy pleasures thither.
Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air,
And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise ;
Pity and smiles do best become the fair,
Pity and smiles must only yield thee praise.
Make me to say, when all my griefs are gone,
Happy the heart that sigh'd for such a one.

SAMUEL DANIEL.

CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,
Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
With dark forgetting of my care's return:
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth;
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow;
Never let rising sun approve you liars,
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,
And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

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