LVII. LOVE'S PETITION. THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD. PRESERVE thy sighs, unthrifty girl, Thy tears to thread, instead of pearl, The trumpet makes the echo hoarse, But first I'll chide thy cruel theft: Who being of my heart bereft, Thou know'st the sacred laws of old My own seduced heart to me, Accompanied with thine. Sir William Davenant. LVIII. LOVE'S PETITION. TO SEND BACK HIS HEART. I PRITHEE send me back my heart. For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie, Why should two hearts in one breast lie, O Love! where is thy sympathy, If thus our breasts thou sever? But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, Then farewell care, and farewell woe; I will no longer pine; For I'll believe I have her heart, As much as she has mine. LIX. Sir John Suckling. LOVE'S PETITION. MORE LOVE OR MORE DISDAIN. 'GIVE me more love or more disdain; The temperate affords me none. Give me a storm; if it be love, Disdain, that torrent will devour Then crown my joys or cure my pain; Thomas Carew. LX. LOVE'S PETITION. FAIR, SWEET, AND YOUNG. FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize No graces can your form improve, But all are lost unless you love; While that sweet passion you disdain, Your veil and beauty are in vain : In pity then prevent my fate, For after dying all reprieve's too late. LXI. John Dryden. LOVE'S PETITION. PEACE IN LOVE. 'T is not your saying that you love In vain you bid my passions cease, But if I fail your heart to move, I cannot, will not, cease to love, But I will cease to live. Aphra Behn. LXII. LOVE'S PETITION. A PARTING LOVER. In vain you tell your parting lover, That bear me far from what I love? From slighted vows and cold disdain? Be gentle, and in pity choose Where first my shipwrecked heart was lost, Matthew Prior. LXIII. LOVE'S PETITION. BEAUTY'S PROVINCE. YES Fulvia is like Venus fair, Has all her bloom and shape and air; But still, to perfect every grace, She wants the smile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore, But smiles distinguished beauty's queen. Her train was formed of smiles and loves, Then smile, my fair; and all whose aim William Shenstone. LXIV. LOVE'S PETITION. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. HARD is the fate of him who loves, But to the lonely listening plain. Oh! when she blesses next your shade, In flowery tracts along the mead, Ye gentle spirits of the vale, To whom the tears of love are dear, From dying lilies waft a gale, And sigh my sorrows in her ear. O tell her what she cannot blame, Though fast my tongue must ever bind; O tell her that my virtuous flame Not her own guardian-angel eyes Not holier her own sighs in prayer. |