80 The Miller of Dee. Though I may fail, yet I rejoice I care for nobody, no, not I, So let us his example take, If nobody cares a doit for us, Why not a doit care we. Unknown. On His Mistress. HALL I tell you how the rose at first grew red, SHA You blush'd, and straight the rose with red was The lily kiss'd your hand, and so was white. From "Wit's Recreations," 1640. An ¶ An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife, who died and were buried together. T O these whom death again did wed, This grave's the second marriage bed. 'Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sever man and wife, Because they both lived but one life. In the last knot that love could tie. Richard Crashaw, 1616-1650. Siren Pleasant! Foe to Reason. AN ODE. OW I find thy looks were feignèd, Now Soft thy skin, like wool of wethers, Heart unstable, light as feathers; Of thine eyes I made my mirror, Siren pleasant! foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason! Feigned acceptance when I askèd, Siren Pleasant! Foe to Reason. Lily white and pretty winking, Siren pleasant! foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason! Now I see, O, seemly cruel! Others warm them at my fuel. Wit shall guide me in this durance, Change thy pasture! take thy pleasure! Beauty is a fading treasure: Siren pleasant! foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason! Prime youth lusts not age's still follow, 83 Thomas Lodge, 1556 — 1625. On On the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold-Fishes. WAS on a lofty vase's side, Τ 'TW Where China's gayest art had dyed Demurest of the tabby kind, Her conscious tail her joy declared: Her coat that with the tortoise vies, Still had she gazed; but midst the tide |