He and She. He. What the bee is to the floweret, Through the leaves that close embower it, She. What the bank, with verdure glowing, She. But they say, the bee's a rover, That he'll fly when sweets are gone; He. Nay, if flowers will lose their looks, "Tis but right that bees and brooks Should sip and kiss them while they may. MOORE. A Dialogue. Sweet rose of May, sweet rose of May, MERIVALE (from SAPPHO). Daphnis cum Phyllide. D. Flosculo qvod apis petens Daphnis id tibi, Phylli. P. Ripa qvod viridans aqvis Phyllis id tibi, Daphni. P. Ast apis, perhibent, suis Postqve basia perfidus D. Flore si color effluit, F. K. Rosa Maii. Rosa Maii, rosa dulcis, mihi qvo te revocanti Qvod abivit prece nulla revocabis: tibi rursum K. Funeral Honours. Oh, think not that with garlands crown'd To mock the paleness of the dead. What though we drain the fragrant bowl, Feign'd is the pleasure that appears, We inly mourn: o'er flowery plains BLAND. On a Pipe in the Temple of Venus. Say, rustic Pipe, in Cytherea's dome HODGSON (from the Greek Anthology). Honos Tumuli. Qvod tua florentes sertis prope busta moramur, Ne tu saevitiae nos age, care, reos: Qvid si, dum bibimus redolentia pocula, cingit Fingimus ah vani simulato gaudia risu, Inqve oculis fallax ille triumphus inest; In calices furtim lacrumarum stillat amaror, Inter singultus carmina manca cadunt. Nos gemimus: celebrare tuum est florentia prata ; K. Calamus. Dic, Calame agrestis, Paphiae sub tegmine divae Cur pastoritio vox sonat apta lari? Non iuga, non virides poscunt hic carmina valles; Hic nil non Amor est: ad tua saxa redi. K. Exton. Bolingbroke. E. Great king, within this coffin I present Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Upon my head and all this famous land. E. From your own mouth, my lord, I wrought this deed. B. They love not poison that do poison need, I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, SHAKSPEARE. Love a Circle. Love is a circle that doth ever move HERRICK. |