We two betwixt us have divided it :
Your eyes the light hath reft him ;

The heat commanding in my heart doth sit.
O that poor Love be not for ever spoiled,
Let my heat to your light be reconciled.

So shall these flames, whose worth
Now all obscured lies,

(Dressed in those beams) start forth
And dance before your eyes.

Or else partake my flames

(I care not whether),

And so in mutual names

Of Love, burn both together.

OUT OF THE ITALIAN.

Would any one the true cause find

How Love came naked, a boy, and blind?

-profive love

S

'Tis this listening one day too long

To th' Syrens in my mistress' song,

The ecstasy of a delight

So much o'er-mastering all his might,

To that one sense made all else thrall,

And so he lost his clothes, eyes, heart, and all.

OUT OF CATULLUS.

Come and let us live, my dear,
Let us love and never fear
What the sourest fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies to-day
Lives again as blithe to-morrow;
But if we, dark sons of sorrow,
Set, O then how long a Night
Shuts the eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell

A thousand, and a hundred score,
An hundred and a thousand more,
Till another thousand smother

That, and that wipe off another.

uncommonly

Thus at last, when we have numbered
Many a thousand, many a hundred,
We'll confound the reckoning quite,
And lose ourselves in wild delight:
While our joys so multiply
As shall mock the envious eye.

Food

Four teeth thou hadst that rank'd in goodly state,

Kept thy mouth's gate.

The first blast of thy cough left two alone,

The second, none.

This last cough, Ælia, cough'd out all thy fear,
Th' hast left the third cough now no business here.

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Epigrams.

UPON FORD'S TWO TRAGEDIES, "LOVE'S

SACRIFICE" AND "THE

BROKEN HEART."

Thou cheat'st us, Ford; mak'st one seem two by art: What is Love's Sacrifice but The Broken Heart?

ON MARRIAGE.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife;
I would be married to a single life.

UPON THE FAIR ETHIOPIAN SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN.

Lo, here the fair Chariclia! in whom strove

So false a fortune, and so true a love !

Now, after all her toils by sea and land,

O may she but arrive at your white hand.

Her hopes are crown'd, only she fears that then
She shall appear true Ethiopian.

UPON VENUS PUTTING ON MARS'S ARMS.

What? Mars's sword? fair Cytherea say,
Why art thou armed so desperately to-day?
Mars thou hast beaten naked, and, O then,
What need'st thou put on arms against poor men?

UPON THE SAME.

Pallas saw Venus armed, and straight she cried, 'Come if thou dar'st, thus, thus let us be tried.' 'Why, fool!' says Venus, 'thus provok'st thou me, That being naked, thou know'st could conquer thee?'

ON NANUS MOUNTED UPON AN ANT.

High mounted on an ant, Nanus the tall
Was thrown, alas! and got a deadly fall :
Under th' unruly beast's proud feet he lies,
All torn; with much ado yet ere he dies,
He strains these words: 'Base Envy, do, laugh on,
Thus did I fall, and thus fell Phaethon.'

Steps to the Temple.

Sospetto d'herode.

[The Suspicion of Herod.]

LIBRO PRIMO.

ARGOMENTO.

Casting the times with their strong signs,
Death's master his own death divines;
Struggling for help, his best hope is
Herod's suspicion may heal his.
Therefore he sends a fiend to wake

The sleeping tyrant's fond mistake,

Who fears (in vain) that He Whose birth

Means Heaven, should meddle with his Earth.

I.

Muse! now the servant of soft loves no more,
Hate is thy theme, and Herod, whose unblest
Hand (O, what dares not jealous greatness?) tore
A thousand sweet babes from their mothers' breast,
The blooms of martyrdom. O, be a door

Of language to my infant lips, ye best

Of confessors; whose throats answering his swords, Gave forth your blood for breath, spoke souls for words.