Her murd'ring glances, snaring hairs,
And her bewitching smiles, so please me,
As he brings ruin that repairs

The sweet afflictions that displease me.

Hide not those panting balls of snow
With envious veils from my beholding;
Unlock those lips their pearly row

In a sweet smile of love unfolding.

And let those eyes, whose motion wheels
The restless fate of every lover,

Survey the pains my sick-heart feels

And wounds themselves have made discover.

LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY.

Over the mountains,

And over the waves;

Under the fountains,

And under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey;
Over rocks that are steepest
Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place

For the glow-worm to lie;
Where there is no space

For receipt of a fly;

Where the midge dares not venture,
Lest herself fast she lay;
If love come, he will enter,

And soon find out his way.

You may esteem him

A child for his might;
Or you may deem him

A coward from his flight:

But if she, whom love doth honour,
Be conceal'd from the day,

Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him,
By having him confin'd,
And some do suppose him,
Poor thing to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him,
Do the best that you may,
Blind love if so ye call him,
Will find out his way.

You may train the eagle
To stoop to your fist;

Or you may inveigle

The phoenix of the East;
The lioness, ye may move her
To give o'er her prey;
But you'll ne'er stop a lover:

He will find out his way.

only give it from a modern copy." Ritson accuses the poetical ["This excellent song," says Percy, "is ancient; but we could divine of giving it "some of his own brilliant touches." These alterations occur in the third verse, thus printed by Allan Ramsay in

the Tea-table Miscellany:

You may esteem him

A child in his force;
Or you may deem him

A coward, which is worse.

In Forbes' Aberdeen Cantus, 1666, there are some additional stanzas,

but of no great merit.]

BEAUTY INCOMPATIBLE WITH CHASTITY.

All the materials are the same

Of beauty and desire,

In a fair woman's goodly frame

No brightness is without a flame,

No flame without a fire.

Then tell me what those creatures are
That would be thought both chaste and fair.

If on her necke her haire be spred

In many a curious ringe,

Why half the heat that curles her head

Will make her madde to be a bed,

And do the tother thinge.

Then tell me what those creatures are

That would be thought both chaste and fair.

Though modesty itselfe appeare

With blushes in her face,

Doest thinke the bloud that dances there

Can revel it no other where,

Nor warm another place?

Then tell me what those creatures are
That would be thought both chaste and fair.

Go ask of thy philosophy,

What gives her lips the balm,

What sp'rit gives lightning to her eye
And makes her breasts to swell so high

And moystnesse to her palm.

Then tell me what those creatures are

That would be thought both chaste and fair.

Then be not nice, for that alas
Betrays thy thoughts and thee:

I know thou louest, and not one grace
Adorns thy body or thy face

But pimpes within for me.

Then tell me what those creatures are
That would be thought both chaste and fair.

'This song," says Ritson in his Ancient Songs, " is printed by Dryden in the third part of his Miscellany Poems, where it is called 'A New Ballad': which is certainly a mistake, the following copy being given from a MS. in the Harleian Collection (No. 3889) as old as Charles the First's time." See Ritson's Ancient Songs.]

DISPRAISE OF LOVE AND LOVER'S FOLLIES.

FRANCIS DAVISON.

If love be life, I long to die,

Live they that list for me:

And he that gains the most thereby,

A fool, at least shall be.

But he that feels the sorest fits

Scapes with no less than loss of wits:
Unhappy life they gain,

Which love do entertain.

In day by fained looks they live,

By lying dreams by night,

Each frown a deadly wound doth give,
Each smile a false delight,

If't hap the lady pleasant seem,
It is for others love they deem :

If void she seem of joy,
Disdain doth make her coy.

Such is the peace that lovers find,
Such is the life they lead;

Blown here and there with every wind,

Like flowers in the mead.

Now war, now peace, now war again;
Desire, despair, delight, disdain :
Though dead in midst of life;
In peace, and yet at strife.

Francis Davison was the son of the Secretary of that name to Queen Elizabeth, "who suffered," says Ritson," so much through that princesses caprice and cruelty in the tragical affair of Mary Queen of Scots."]

PLEASURES, BEAUTY, YOUTH ATTEND YE.

JOHN FORD.

Born 1586.

Pleasures, beauty, youth attend ye,
Whilst the spring of nature lasteth;
Love and melting thoughts [befriend] ye,
Use the time, ere Winter hasteth
Active blood, and free delight,
Place and privacy invite.
Do, do! be kind as fair,
Lose not opportunity for air.

She is cruel that denies it,

Bounty best appears in granting,

Stealth of sport as soon supplies it,
Whilst the dues of love are wanting.
Here's the sweet exchange of bliss,
When each whisper proves a kiss.
In the game are felt no pains,
For in all the loser gains.

[From the "Ladie's Triall," 1639.]