A careless shoe-string, in whose tie Do more bewitch me, than when art R. Herrick XCIII 2 Whenas in silks my Julia goes Next, when I cast mine eyes and see R. Herrick XCIV 3 My Love in her attire doth shew her wit, For every season she hath dressings fit, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anon. XCV ON A GIRDLE That which her slender waist confined It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there E. Waller XCVI TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING Bid me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree : Or bid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. Herrick XCVII Love not me for comely grace, Keep therefore a true woman's eye, Anon. XCVIII Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest; For I would change each hour, like them, But I am tied to very thee All that in woman is adored In thy dear self I find For the whole sex can but afford Why then should I seek further store, When change itself can give no more, Sir C. Sedley XCIX TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfinéd wings And my divine Althea brings When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses crown'd, When, linnet-like confinéd, I With shriller throat shall sing When I shall voice aloud how good Stone walls do not a prison make, Colonel Lovelace C TO LUCASTA, ON GOING BEYOND THE SEAS If to be absent were to be Or that when I am gone Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Though seas and land betwixt us both, Like separated souls, All time and space controls: Above the highest sphere we meet So then we do anticipate And are alive i' the skies, Can speak like spirits unconfined In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind. Colonel Lovelace CI ENCOURAGEMENTS TO A LOVER Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Will, if looking well can't move her, Prythee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prythee, why so mute? G |