ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waste confin'd, It was my heav'ns extreamest spheare, A narrow compass, and yet there WALLER. O Innocence! white-bosom'd purity! Whose presence fills all places with a light; time. HORNE. THE PRIMROSE. Ask me why I send you here This primrose all bepearl'd with dew? I straight will whisper in your ears, What doubts and fears are in a lover. CAREW. LOVE ETERNAL. Ir love be holy, if that mystery Into our species; if those amorous joys, Those sweets of life, those comforts even in death, Spring from a cause above our reason's reach; If that clear flame deduce its heat from Heaven, "Tis, like its cause, eternal; always one, As is th' instiller of divinest love, Unchang'd by time, immortal, maugre death. MARSTON. WAKE, oh, wake!—the morning star The light breeze wafts perfume on high, Hours like this a charm impart Wake, oh, wake!-through ev'ry grove To bid thee burst dull slumber's chain, Though morning glow with tints divine Hours like this are quickly fled, But thy fond smile a joy can shed DALE. HAPPINESS IN THE GOLDEN AGE. ALL things were common then; Earth yielded all her fruits to all her sons, And God by all was honour'd, loved, adored, The blooming maiden sweetly own'd her love Without a blush; while the enamour'd swain With ardour urged his suit, nor knew, nor thought, Nor dreamt he of deceiving. T. B. SMITH. |