TO HIS BOOKE. WHILE thou didst keep thy candor undefil'd, ANOTHER. To read my booke, the virgin shie May blush, while Brutus standeth by : But when he's gone, read through what's writ, And never staine a cheeke for it. ANOTHER. WHO with thy leaves shall wipe, at need, TO THE SOURE READER. If thou dislik'st the piece thou light'st on first; Thinke that of all that I have writ, the worst. But if thou read'st my booke unto the end, And still dost this and that verse reprehend: perverse man! if all disgustfull be, The extreame scabbe take thee and thine for me. TO HIS BOOKE. COME thou not neere those men, who are like bread O're-leven'd; or like cheese o're-renetted. WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ. IN sober mornings, doe not thou reherse The holy incantation of a verse ; But when that men have both well drunke and fed, When the Rose raignes, and locks with ointments shine, UPON JULIA'S RECOVERY. DROOP, droop no more, or hang the head, Ye roses almost withered; * A javelin twind with ivy. Songs to Bacchus. Now strength and newer purple get, O primroses! let this day be And to all flowers ally'd in blood, TO SILVIA TO WED. LET us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed; Thy watch may stand, my minutes fly post haste; THE PARLIAMENT OF ROSES TO JULIA. I DREAMT the Roses one time went Then in that Parly all those powers NO BASHFULNESSE IN BEGGING. To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside; THE FROZEN HEART. I FREEZE, I freeze, and nothing dwels For pitties sake, give your advice TO PERILLA. Ан, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see Me, day by day, to steale away from thee? Age cals me hence, and my gray haires bid come And haste away to mine eternal home; "Twill not be long, Perilla, after this, That I must give thee the supremest kisse : Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and bring The gods protection but the night before; Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep A SONG TO THE MASKERS. COME down, and dance ye in the toyle Of pleasures, to a heate; But if to moisture, let the oyle Of Not only to your selves assume These sweets, but let them fly From this to that, and so perfume As goddesse Isis, when she went |