Mine ingenuity and openness To Jesuits; to buffoons my pensiveness; Thou, Love, taugh'st me, by appointing me To love there where no love receiv'd can be, Only to give to such as have no good capacity. My faith I give to Roman Catholics; My patience let gamesters share. Thou, Love, taught'st me, by making me Love her, that holds my love disparity, Only to give to those that count my gifts indignity. I give my reputation to those Which were my friends; mine industry to foes; My sickness to physicians, or excess; To Nature all that I in rhyme have writ; Thou, Love, by making me adore Her, who begot this love in me before, Taught'st me to make, as though I gave, when I do but restore. To him, for whom the passing-bell next tolls, In want of bread; to them, which pass among Thou, Love, by making me love one, Therefore, I'll give no more, but I'll undo Thou, Love, taught'st me, by making me THE BLOSSOM. LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower, That it will freeze anon, and that I shall Little think'st thou (poor heart, And hop'st her stiffness by long siege to bow :) Little think'st thou, That thou to-morrow, ere the Sun doth wake, THE DISSOLUTION. SHE's dead, and all, which die, My body then doth her's involve, My fire of passion, sighs of air, (But near worn out by love's security,) Whose foreign conquest treasure brings, My use increas'd. And so my soul, more earnestly releas'd, A later bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more. A JET RING SENT. THOU art not so black as my heart, Nor half so brittle as her heart thou art; What would'st thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke? Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke. Marriage rings are not of this stuff; Oh! why should aught less precious, or less tough, Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have [away." "I'm cheap, and naught but fashion, fling m' bid it say, Yet stay with me, since thou art come, Circle this finger's top, which did'st her thumb : Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me; [thee. She that, oh! broke her faith, would soon break EPIGRAMS. HERO AND LEANDER. Вотн robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground, PYRAMUS AND THISBE. Two by themselves each other love and fear, PHRINE. THY flattering picture, Phryne, 's like to thee AN OBSCURE WRITER. PHILO with twelve years study hath been griev'd Klockius so deeply hath sworn ne'er more to come 1 |