But as dull fubjects fee too late Is but proud strutting in a chain: Then, growing wiser, when undone, In winter's nights fad ftories fing, In praise of monarchs long fince gone, To whom their bells they yearly ring. So now I mourn'd that she was dead Whose fingle pow'r did govern me; And quickly was by reafon led To find the harm of liberty. My foul, in fleep's foft fetters bound, Did now for vital freedom strive; And straight, by horror wak'd, I found The fair Clorinda ftill alive. Yet fhe's to me but fuch a light As are the ftars to those that know; We can at moft but guess their height, And hope they mind us here below, THE MISTRESS. WHEN Nature heard men thought her old, Catch, as it falls, the Scythian fnow, Fetch from the east the morning's breath, Nature of these a mistress made, But would have form'd a lover too; And fuch as might this nymph perfuade To all that love for love should do. This fecond work fhe well began, That could fo choice a beauty please. She wrought, and wrought, and then gave o'er: Then did another model try; But, lefs contented than before, She laid the work for ever by. I afk'd the cause; and straight she said, To match the body which I made; For that ftill various feems and ftrange; And apt as mistresses to change, I cannot make my work agree. Now fexes meet not by defign, When they the world's chief work advance, But in the dark they fometimes join, ROBERT HEATH. Author of "Claraftella," a collection of poems, in 12mo, printed in 1650. SONG ANACREONTIC. INVEST my head with fragrant rose, That on fair Flora's bofom grows! Distend my veins with purple juice, Thus, crown'd with Paphian myrtle, I 'Tis wine and love, and love in wine Life's short and winged pleasures fly; 'Tis wine and love, and love in wine, STANZAS ON CLARASTILLA SAYING SHE WOULD COMMIT HERSELF TO A NUNNERY, STAY, Claraftella, prithee stay! Is it a fin to be beloved? If but the cause you could remove Where beauty is, there will be love. When Heaven was prodigal to you, And you with beauty's glory ftored, He made you like himself for view, To be beheld and then adored. Why should the gold then fear to fee that fun alone? |