That female miracle, proud Nature's wonder, Lest Jove through heaven's clear windows should espy her Down she descends, and as she walked by her Then from her sphere did Venus down reflect, She beat upon her face. Then Juno closes Let both the rose and lily's colours fall Within her cheeks, which to be foremost hasten. SIR JOHN DAVIES. TO THE LARK. Early, cheerful, mounting Lark, Stint awhile thy song, and hark, Bear up this hymn, to heaven it bear; Renown'd Astrea, that great name, Now then, sweet Lark! do thou it raise, RICHARD BARNFIELD. 1574-1627. AN ODE. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring: Fie! fie! fie! now would she cry; That to hear her so complain For her griefs so lively shown Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ; Senseless trees, they can not hear thee; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead. Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled, Is no friend to misery: Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ; THE CHIEFEST GOOD. The Stoics think (and they come near the truth) That virtue is the chiefest good of all; The Academics on Idea call; The Epicures in pleasure spend their youth; The Peripatetics judge felicity To be the chiefest good above all other : One man thinks this, and that conceives another; So that in one thing very few agree. Let Stoics have their Virtue if they will, And all the rest their chief supposed good! GANYMEDE. Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were, But when I well conceive how vain my wish is, His lips for honey, but poor flowers do pluck Which have no sweet in them, when his sole kisses Are able to revive a dying soul. Kiss him!-but sting him not! for if you do His angry voice your flying will pursue. But, when they hear his tongue, what can controul Their back return? for then they plainly see How honeycombs from his lips dropping be. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. BREAK OF DAY. Stay, O Sweet! and do not rise! The light that shines comes from thine eyes: Because that you and I must part. Stay! or else my joys will die, And perish in their infancy. 'Tis true, 'tis day: what though it be? Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because 'twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Light hath no tongue, but is all eye : This were the worst that it could say, And that I loved my heart and honour so Must business thee from hence remove? He which hath business, and makes love, doth do THE FUNERAL. Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm! Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Can tie those parts and make me one of all, Can better do't: except she mean'd that I By this should know my pain, As prisoners then are manacled, when they're condemn'd to die. |