THE SECULAR MASQUE. 1700. WT THE SONG OF DIANA. ITH horns and with hounds, I waken the day, I tuck up my robe, and am buskined soon, SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE. 1636 LOVE IN A TUB. BEAUTY NO ARMOUR AGAINST LOVE. LADIES, though to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefest victories, Then wrack not lovers with disdain, * Wexing, or waxing, as Dryden has elsewhere employed it :- With chalk I first describe a circle here.' Tyrannic Love. THOMAS SHADWELL. 1640-1692. [SHADWELL'S plays abound in songs, but the bulk of them are too slovenly, frivolous, or licentious, to deserve preservation in a separate form. His comedies, admirable as pictures of contemporary meanness, supplied an appropriate setting for his coarse and reckless verses; but such pieces will not bear to be exhibited apart from the scenes for which they were designed. The following, however, may be accepted as characteristic of the time and the writer.] THE WOMAN CAPTAIN. THE ROARERS. THE king's most faithful subjects we In's service are not dull, We drink, to show our loyalty, More powerful and more prosperous THE AMOROUS BIGOT. * LOVE IN YOUTH AND IN AGE. 'HE fire of love in youthful blood, THE Like what is kindled in brushwood, Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise, It crackles, and to vapour turns, And soon itself destroys. But when crept into agèd veins * See ante, p. 147. Dryden, in his Vindication of the Duke of Guise, save that the only loyal service Shadwell could render the king was to the revenue by drinking. And with a sullen heat, Like fire in logs, it glows, and warms 'em long, THE TIMON OF ATHENS. DAWN OF MORNING. THE fringed vallance of your eyes advance, He darts his beams on the lark's mossy house, SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 1639-1701. THE MULBERRY GARDEN. AB THE GROWTH OF LOVE. H Chloris! that I now could sit Your infant beauty could beget When I the dawn used to admire, Your charms in harmless childhood lay, But as your charms insensibly My passion with your beauty grew, Each gloried in their wanton part: To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art- Though now I slowly bend to love, If Uncertain of my fate, your fair self my chains approve, I shall my freedom hate. Lovers, like dying men, may well At first disordered be; Since none alive can truly tell What fortune they must see. 251 TOM D'URFEY. 1723. THE COMICAL HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE. STILL WATER. AMON let a friend advise ye, ᎠᏎ Follow Clores though she flies ye, Let me tell the adventurous stranger, Stillness shows our depth and cunning: Thinks ye fools, and so will use ye. THE MODERN PROPHETS; OR, NEW WIT FOR A HUSBAND. THE FOP OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. HATE a fop that at his glass sits prinking half the With a sallow, frowsy, olive-coloured face, And a powdered peruke hanging to his waist; Who with ogling imagines to possess, Does cringe and scrape, But nothing has to say: Or if the courtship's fine, He'll only cant and whine, [day, And in confounded poetry, he'll goblins make divine. |