But she that did a virgin seem, Lays greedy hold upon a bird, And stands amazed to find his dear To these old tales such nymphs as you And then he swears he'll not complain; Is all the pleasure lovers know; TO A LADY, FROM WHOM HE RECEIVED A SILVER PEN. MAD ADAM! intending to have tried 'Suppose you had deserved to take WALLER. 10 'I, that expressed her commands So I, the wrongèd pen to please, ON THE HEAD OF A STAG. we some antique hero's strength Learn by his lance's weight and length; As these vast beams express the beast, Whose shady brows alive they dressed. Such game, while yet the world was new, The mighty Nimrod did pursue. What huntsman of our feeble race, Or dogs, dare such a monster chase, Resembling, with each blow he strikes, The charge of a whole troop of pikes? O fertile head! which every year Could such a crop of wonder bear! The teeming earth did never bring So soon, so hard, so huge a thing; Which might it never have been cast, (Each year's growth added to the last) These lofty branches had supplied The earth's bold sons' prodigious pride; Heaven with these engines had been scaled, When mountains heaped on mountains failed. THE MISER'S SPEECH. IN A MASK. ALLS of this metal slacked Atlanta's pace, BALLS And on the amorous youth* bestowed the race; Venus, (the nymph's mind measuring by her own) Whom the rich spoils of cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars, could well advise The adventurous lover how to gain the prize. Nor less may Jupiter to gold ascribe; For, when he turned himself into a bribe, Who can blame Danae, or the brazen tower, That they withstood not that almighty shower? Never till then did love make Jove put on A form more bright, and nobler than his own; Nor were it just, would he resume that shape, That slack devotion should his thunder 'scape. "Twas not revenge for grieved Apollo's wrong, Those ass's ears on Midas' temples hung, But fond repentance of his happy wish, Because his meat grew metal like his dish. Would Bacchus bless me so, I'd constant hold Unto my wish, and die creating gold. TO CHLORIS.† HLORIS! since first our calm of peace * Hippomenes. you kind. In the first edition, this piece was entitled To Chloris, upon a favour received. Mr. Fenton is led to doubt its genuineness from the following memorandum, which he found written, in an unknown hand, opposite the title of the verses, in an old copy of Waller's poems: 'Which Mr. Waller says is suppositious, in an edition given my father (out of which I transcribed the additions into this), faultily So the fair tree, which still preserves S TO A LADY IN RETIREMENT. EES not my love how time resumes Had Helen, or the Egyptian Queen,* Should some malignant planet bring printed, but corrected by the author under his own hand.' This unauthenticated memorandum is simply absurd. Waller could not have employed the term 'suppositious,' which implies a doubt, concerning a matter upon which he could have had no doubt. The internal evidence of the piece is conclusive of the authorship. There are few verses of this kind in the whole collection more distinctly marked by the hand of Waller. * Cleopatra. TO MR. GEORGE SANDYS,* ON HIS TRANSLATION OF SOME PARTS OF THE BIBLE. HOW bold a work attempts that pen, Whatever those inspired souls Their numerous thunder could awake Dull earth, which does with Heaven consent Say, sacred bard! what could bestow Tell me, brave friend! what helped thee so To light this torch, thou hast climbed higher CHLORIS AND HYLAS. MADE TO A SARABAND. CHLORIS. YLAS, oh Hylas! why sit we mute, *The translator of Ovid's Metamorphoses, son of Archbishop Sandys, and author, in addition to a variety of other publications, of an elaborate work of travels, which went through several editions. The translations that suggested these lines of Waller's were a metrical paraphrase of the Song of Solomon, published in 1641, and dedicated to the King; and A Paraphrase of the Psalms of David and the Hymns of the Old and New Testament, published in 1636, and reprinted in 1640-a book in which Charles I. is said to have taken great delight when he was a prisoner at Carisbrooke. † Prometheus. |