Soft silken Howers, Open Sunnes; shady Bowers, I wish her store Of wealth may leave her poore Of wishes; and I wish no more. Now if time knows, That her whose radiant browes, Her that dare be, What these lines wish to see, I seek no further, it is she. Such worth as this is, Shall fix my flying wishes And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, (My fancies) fly before ye, Be ye my fiction, but her my story. Madam. To a Lady. Should I not smother this ambitious fire, Or in a cloudy rime invaile the light, Or court the trembling Watchmen of the night; Might stand in verse; and would endure a gaze : To summe them all in one Epitome : When the perfections of both sexes, are Lock'd in one female store-house; who shall dare In an audacious rapture, to untwine Into loose numbers, what heaven doth enshrine, In one poor rime? Or can thy torch-light fire, Thy power to praise: thy senders wishes, beare, Wish higher yet, that her felicity May equalize her vertues: Poetry Thou art too low; canst thou not swell a straine May reach my thoughts: good Madam since 'tis vain, (And yet my verse to kisse your hand presum'd) Let it to be your sacrifice be doom'd: And what it wants in true Poetique fire, Let the flame adde, till so my Muse expire. An Eccho. Come Eccho I thee summon, If not laine with, she's snappish, Come Eccho I thee summon, Tell me once more what is Woman? If naked, she's just nothing, The Eccho still replyed, Then for my Mistresse sake, I againe reply did make. And for the second summon I If faire she's heavenly treasure, If not ready, she's daintiest, If not belov'd, she cares not. See, your errours I discry. To Fortune. Since Fortune thou art become so kinde, To give me leave to take my mind, Of all thy store. First it is needfull that I finde Good meat and drink of every kinde; I ask no more. And then that I may well digest Each severall morsel of the feast: See thou my store. To ease the care within my breast, I ask no more. A well born and a pleasing Dame, Let her have store Of wealth, discretion, and good fame; And able to appease my flame. I ask no more. Yet one thing more do not forget, Forgot before; That she a Virgin be, and neat, Of whom two sonnes I may beget; I aske no more. Let them be Barons, and impart To each a million for his part ; I thee implore. That when I long life have led, I may have heaven when I am dead: I ask no more. A Dialogue between Icarus, and surprized Phillida. Phil. Prette sweet-one look on me, Icar. Be not so unkindly wise, For your looks will bribe my eyes, : Phil. If they doe, thou need'st not feare, By my innocence I sweare, I'll but place another there. Icar. That's my feare, I dare not prove, 'Cause I know you are in love. |