“ Showing fair nature is both kind and tame; “ And veil'd in them, did win whom he would

maim: “ Against the thing he sought he would exclaim; " When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury,31 “ He preach'd pure maid, and prais'd cold chastity.

“ Thus merely with the garment of a Grace “ The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd, “ That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place, “ Which, like a cherubin, above them hover’d. “Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd ? “ Ah me! I fell; and yet do question make “ What I should do again for such a sake.

“ O, that infected moisture of his eye, “ O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd, “ O, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly, “O, that sad breath his spungy lungs bestow'd, “O, all that borrow'd motion, seeming ow'd, 22 “ Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd, “And new pervert a reconciled maid!”

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PASSIONATE PILGRIM.

Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook,
With young Adonis, lovely, fresh and green,
Did court the lad with many a lovely look,
Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen.
She told him stories to delight his ear;
She show'd him favours to allure his eye;
To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there:
Touches so soft still conquer chastity.
But whether unripe years did want conceit,
Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer,
The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,
But smile and jest at every gentle offer:

Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward;
He rose and ran away; ah fool too froward !

II. scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn, And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade, When Cytherea, all in love forlorn, A longing tarriance for Adonis made, Under an osier growing by a brook, A brook, where Adon us’d to cool his spleen. Hot was the day; she hotter that did look

For his approach, that often there had been.
Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim ;
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye,
Yet not so wistly, as this queen on him :

He spying her, bounc'd in, whereas he stood;
O Jove, quoth she, why was not I a flood ?

III.

Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,

• • • • • • •1 Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild ; Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill : Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds.; She silly queen, with more than love's good will, Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds; Once, quoth she, did I see a fair sweet youth Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar, Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth! See in my thigh, quoth she, here was the sore:

She showed hers; he saw more wounds than one, And blushing Aed, and left her all alone.

IV.

Venus with (young) Adonis sitting by her,
Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him :
She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,
And as he fell to her, (so] she fell to him.

· Here a line has dropped out.

Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god embrac'd me;
And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms:
Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god unlac'd me
As if the boy should use like loving charms.
Even thus, quoth she, he seiz'd on my lips,
And with her lips on his did act the seizure;
And as she fetched breath, away he skips,
And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure.

Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I run away!

v.
Crabbed age and youth

Cannot live together; .
Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care:
Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather ;
Youth like summer brave,

Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short,

Youth is nimble, age is laine:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee;

O, my love, my love is young'
Age, I do defy thee;

O sweet shepherd, hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long!

VI.

Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck’d, soon

vaded, Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring! Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded ! Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp

sting! Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, And falls, through wind, before the fall should be.

1 weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
For why? thou left’st me nothing in thy will.
And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave;
For why? I craved nothing of thee still :

O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee;
Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.

VII. Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle, Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty; Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle, Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty: