Go, daughter of the dewy morning, Go, lovely rose, what dost thou here? Vain is thy radiant Garlies hue, Go, Yarrow flower, to Yarrow maid, The charm of beauty is possessing. Come, Yarrow maid, from Yarrow field, What pleasure can the desart yield? Come to my breast, O, all excelling, Is there on earth so kind a dwelling? Come, my dear maid, thou prettiest maid, That ever smiled in Yarrow shade; 151 Come, sister of the dewy morning, Come, lovely maid, love calls thee here, Vain is thy radiant Garlies hue, Come, Yarrow maid, with Yarrow rose, Thy maiden graces all disclose; W1 EPIGRAM. WRITTEN IN A LADY'S TABLETS. BY WALSH. ITH what strange raptures would my soul be blest, Were but her book an emblem of her breast! As I from that all former marks efface, EPIGRAM. BY LORD DORSET. DORINDA's sparkling wit and eyes, United, cast too fierce a light, Which blazes high, but quickly dies, Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. Love is a calmer, gentler joy, Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace; Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, That runs his link full in you face. THE INCONSTANT. BY LORD ROCHESTER. My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When with love's resistless art And her eyes she did enslave me: But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Melting joys about her move, She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can warm with kisses: Angels listen while she speaks, She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS. FROM Cephalus' unhappy story know How by his hands his much-loved Procris fell. "Happy awhile, thrice happy was my life, "Blest in a beautiful and virtuous wife. "Love join'd us first, and love made life so sweet, "We praised the gods, that 'twas our lot to meet. "Our breasts glow'd gently with a mutual flame, "The same were our desires, our fears the same. "Whate'er one did, the other would approve, "For one our liking was, as one our love. |