TO MATILDA ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF OUR MARRIAGE. JOHN DRYDEN. When first, in all thy youthful charms, Entranced in Hymen's blissful bowers, While wing'd with joys the rosy hours And still we blest the heavenly powers, Now, as with fairy-footed tread, Love's bliss without decay. THE TEARS OF AMYNTA FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON. JOHN DRYDEN. On a bank, beside a willow Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Joys are vanished, Time, I dare thee to discover Who so liv'd and lov'd as we! Never shall we curse the morning, Never bless the night returning, To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. CHLOE FOUND AMYNTAS LYING. JOHN DRyden. Chloe found Amyntas lying, Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain. Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once and ease my pain. Ever scorning and denying To reward your faithful swain,— Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him that he lov'd in vain. Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once and ease my pain. Chloe laughing at his crying, Told him that he lov'd in vain ; But repenting, and complying, When he kiss'd she kiss'd again: Kiss'd him up before his dying; Kiss'd him up and eas'd his pain. JEALOUSY, TYRANT OF THE MIND. JOHN DRYDEN. What state of life can be so blest, Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy. All other ills, though sharp they prove, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy. False in thy glass all objects are, VOL. I. O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, I [Inserted by Dryden in his Tragi-comedy of Love Triumphant. The idea is probably taken from Herrick's Hesperides, p. 197, see the lines beginning: O jealousie that art The canker of the heart. Percy gave this Song the advantage of his poetical genius; whatever the Dr. touched he generally improved.] YE HAPPY SWAINS. SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE. Born 1636-Died 1688. Ye happy swains, whose hearts are free Fly the fair sex if bliss you prize; How faithless is the lovers joy! How constant is their care! The kind with falsehood do destroy, |