The woods at her fair fight rejoice, The little birds, with their loud voice, Great Pan, our god, for her dear fake, And every fwain his chance doth To win fair Amargana's love; prove, In fporting ftrifes, quite void of spleen, To glad our lovely fummer queen. All happiness let Heav'n her lend, R. GREEN. SAMELA. LIKE to Diana in her fummer-weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest die, Whiter than be the flocks that ftraggling feed, As fair Aurora in her morning gray, Deck'd with the ruddy glifter of her love, Is fair Samela; Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day, When as her brightness Neptune's fancies move, Shines fair Samela. Her treffes gold, her eyes like glaffy ftreams, Of fair Samela; Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams, Her brows' bright arches fram'd of ebony; Thus fair Samela. Paffeth fair Venus in her brightest hue, Pallas in wit all three, if well you view For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity, ANONYMOUS. FROM ENGLAND'S HELICON. TITYRUS TO HIS FAIR PHILLIS. THE filly fwain, whose love breeds discontent, But when his fortune's malice doth relent, Then Tityrus, whom love hath happy made, Yet did love at last relieve him. WILLOBY. FROM HIS AVIZA. WHAT fudden chance or change is this, My liftlefs limbs do pine away, And deadly cold his room doth win. I know the time, I know the place, Both when and where my eye did view That novel fhape, that friendly face, O happy time, if she incline! I love the feat where fhe did fit, I kiss the grafs where she did tread; And eyes that all these turmoils bred. I dreamt of late, (God grant the dream And, smiling, did me friendly greet. Whe'er wand'ring dreams be just or wrong, I mean to try ere it be long. But yonder comes my faithful friend, Whe'er I fhall win or be denied. And look, what counsel he shall give, 'That will I do, whe'er die or live. I TO HIS AVIZA. FIND it true, that some have said, For wit is oft by love betray'd, L |