And eyes, that lent you all this grace; ST. PATRICK FOR IRELAND. HANG CARE! I NEITHER will lend nor borrow, 1640. No matter what's the bill of fare, Give me wine, give me a wench, It is a match worth the making, Then keep your brain light as you can, TELL ELL me tidings of my mother, Shepherds, and be Cupid's brother. Down from heaven we came together: With swan's speed came she not hither? But what lady have I spied? VICT THE COMMON DOOM. ICTORIOUS men of earth, no more Though you bind in every shore, And your triumphs reach as far Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey, Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, Nor to these alone confined, More quaint and subtle ways to kill; LOVE AND DEATH. CHANGE, oh change your fatal bows, Since neither knows The virtue of each other's darts! If it prove A death to love, We shall find Death will be cruel to be kind: For when he shall to armies fly, Where men think blood too cheap to buy Themselves a name, He reconciles them, and deprives Whilst Love, deceived by these cold shafts, instead Take pity, gods! some ease the world will find To give young Cupid eyes, or strike Death blind: Death should not then have his own will, And Love, by seeing men bleed, leave off to kill. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES. THE EQUALITY OF THE GRAVE. * THE glories of our blood and state Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made 1659. With the poor crooked scythe and spade. They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, * This is said to have been a favourite song of Charles II. The garlands wither on your brow, See, where the victor-victim bleeds: To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668. [IF we cannot discover in the tedious poem of Gondibert any satisfactory evidence of that illustrious descent implied by the insinuation of Wood, the following songs might justify a suspicion of Davenant's poetical lineage. The character of Davenant's verse is by no means Shakesperean; but there is a spirit in these pieces not unworthy of such a paternity. They possess an energy That like a trumpet makes the spirits dance.' The bounding versification fills the ear with music; and they are distinguished by a breadth of treatment and knowledge of effect seldom so successfully displayed within such restricted limits.] THE SIEGE OF RHODES. WOMEN PREPARING FOR WAR. ET us live, live! for, being dead, Ribbons and knots, And the fine French dress for the head, No lady wears upon her In the cold, cold bed of honour. Beat down our grottos, and hew down our bowers, Dig up our arbours, and root up our flowers; Our gardens are bulwarks and bastions become; Then hang up our lute, we must sing to the drum. Our patches and our curls, So exact in each station, Hence with our needles, and give us your spades; JEALOUSY. THIS cursed jealousy, what is't? 'Tis love that has lost itself in a mist; 'Tis love being frighted out of his wits; "Tis love that has a fever got; Love that is violently hot, But troubled with cold and trembling fits. 'Tis yet a more unnatural evil: 'Tis the god of love, 'tis the god of love, possessed with a devil. 'Tis rich corrupted wine of love, Which sharpest vinegar does prove; From all the sweet flowers which might honey make, It does a deadly poison bring: Strange serpent which itself doth sting! It never can sleep, and dreams still awake; It gores itself, it gores itself, with imagined horns. R THE UNFORTUNATE LOVERS. LOVE'S LOTTERY. UN to love's lottery! Run, maids, and rejoice: When, drawing your chance, you meet your own choice; |