'Cause blind Fortune frowns on me? CARE'S CURE. APPY is that state of his Lose he honours, friendship, wealth, Should I ought dejected be, Or put finger in the eye [2 st. But for Sacharissa I Do not only grieve, but die. Would untie his iron chain: And those scorching beams to shun, If the soul had free election I would not thus long have borne Such a liquor as no brain Which, though not so fierce a flame, Edmund Waller. WISHES, TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS. HOE'ER she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me: In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our earth : Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : Meet you her, my wishes, And be ye call'd my absent kisses. I wish her beauty, That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie. [2 st. How much themselves more precious are. [2 st. A well-tamed heart, For whose more noble smart Love may be long choosing a dart. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a forespent night of sorrow. [6 st. |