ROWALLAN'S POEMS. Since all thy parts some special grace Whose sweetness, And meekness, Exceeds the bounds of nature! When first those angel's eyes I view'd, There, first, infected was my mind; Let then those eyes, which did ensnare, In thee have all remaining. The sport then, Of rigour, be thy staining. Should cruelty, sweet love, eclipse The sunshine of those glorious rays? Or, should those lovely smiling lips Breathe forth affection's delays? M 121 Let mercy countervail thy worth, The iciness of love's delay; And melt disdain's cold treasure. Nature's due so shall we pay, Bathing in boundless pleasure; Enjoying, And toying, Whose sweets exceed all measure. Finis-1615, W. M. Rowallan. NO CHANGE SHALL PART MY LOVE AND ME. To the Tune of "ANE NEW LILT." BEAUTY hath mine eyes assail'd, And subdued my soul's affection; That I must live in his subjection. Since my No change shall part my love and me! Wisdom, meekness, virtue, grace, Sweetness, modesty, bounty, but measure, Decks her sweet celestial face Rich in beauty's heavenly treasure. ROWALLAN'S POEMS. 123 Joy, nor smart, shall never divert, My most loyal heart, for pain nor pleasure: No change shall part my love and me! Time, nor distance, shall have force, Although by fortune's smile invited, By such a sympathy united. True love hates the wavering estates, Of such as the Fates hath changed or retreated! No change shall part my love and me! Dear! let death then only finish, And alter alone our choice and election; Nor breed from constancy any defection. Finis-1615. At the date of these fervent verses, the author, for the first time, had entered the holy bands of matrimony; so, the object of his present devotions can hardly be mistaken. They are, probably, A copy, and no more, Of something better, seen before. SONNETS. MORE chaste than fair Diana, first in place; Whose heavenly hands holds proud Cupid's stings. Endless report, upon aspiring wings, Thy high heroic virtues hath stored; Admired, but maik, even in a thousand things: To eternize thee Fame hath endeavor'd. Miraculous, matchless Margarite! decoir'd With all preferments nature can afford; Favour'd from heavens above, on earth adored! Extoll'd by truth of thy most loyal word. With virtue graced far more than form of face, Yet Venus, in the same, doth yield thee place. MAIR GRAIT than I can any ways deserve, Here, I avow, thine ever to remain, To serve thee still, till breath and life depart, Revived by virtue of thy sacred name: Come death or life, in love I find no smart. Shall make me seem thy service to deny. ROWALLAN'S POEMS. 125 CAN any cross, shall ever intervene, Make me to change my never-changing mind? Though duilful death, and frowning fortune threat, I gladly yield me, let her save or kill- ALACE! Sweet love, that ever my poor eyes My endless woes, but now would me deface. To snare myself, in hope to be relieved! The fatal time, when first appear'd my joy: In hope, thy love my luck shall once enjoy. Thir Sonets, maid 1612. |