But since 't hath been imparted to one more,
And in two streams doth weakly creep,
Our common muse is thence grown low and poor,
And mine as lean as these my sheep.

But think withal what honour thou hast lost,
Which we did to thy full stream pay!

Whilst now that swain that swears he loves thee most
Slakes but his thirst and goes away!

FALSEHOOD.

[From 6 stanzas.]

STILL do the stars impart their light
To those that travel in the night:
Still time runs on, nor doth the hand

Or shadow on the dial stand:

The streams still glide and constant are:

Only thy mind

Untrue I find,
Which carelessly

Neglects to be

Like stream or shadow, hand or star.

LESBIA ON HER SPARROW.

TELL me not of joy! there's none
Now my little sparrow's gone;

He, just as you,

Would sigh and woo,

He would chirp and flatter me;

He would hang the wing a while,

Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!

He would catch a crumb, and then
Sporting let it go again;

He from my lip

Would moisture sip,

He would from my trencher feed;

Then would hop, and then would run,

And cry Philip when he'd done;

Oh! whose heart can choose but bleed?

Oh! how eager would he fight,

And ne'er hurt tho' he did bite;

No morn did pass,
But on my glass

He would sit, and mark, and do
What I did; now ruffle all

His feathers o'er, now let them fall, And then straightway sleek them too.

Whence will Cupid get his darts
Feather'd now, to pierce our hearts ?
A wound he may,

Not love, convey,

Now this faithful bird is gone.

Oh! let mournful turtles join

With loving redbreasts, and combine

To sing dirges o'er his stone.

SONG.

[From "the Ordinary.”]

WHILST early light springs from the skies,

A fairer from your bride doth rise;
A brighter day doth thence appear,
And make a second morning there.
Her blush doth shed

All o'er the bed

Clear shame-fac'd beams,

That spread in streams,

And purple round the modest air.

I will not tell what shrieks and cries,
What angry pishes, and what fies,
What pretty oaths, then newly born,

The listening taper heard there sworn:

Whilst froward she,

Most peevishly,

Did yielding fight

To keep o'er night

What she'd have proffer'd you ere morn.

Fair, we know maids do refuse

To grant what they do come to lose:

Intend a conquest you that wed!

They would be chastely ravished:

Persuade and woo.

Know, pleasure's by extorting fed.

O may her arms wax black and blue,
Only by hard encircling you;

May she round about you

Like the easy twisting vine;

And whilst you sip

From her full lip

Pleasures as new

As morning dew,

twine

Let those soft ties your hearts combine.

SONG.

[From the same.]

COME, O Come, I brook no stay;
He doth not love that can delay!
See, how the stealing night

Hath blotted out the light,
And tapers do supply the day!

To be chaste, is to be old,
And that foolish girl that's cold,
Is fourscore at fifteen:

Desires do write us green,
And looser flames our youth unfold.

See, the first taper's almost gone!

Thy flame like that will straight be none;