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SUCKLING-HERRICK.

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SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1609-1641.

HER fect beneath

her petticoat,

Like little mice stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;
But oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.

On a Wedding

Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Compared with that was next her chin ;

Some bee had stung it newly.

Ibid.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover,

Prithee, why so pale ?
Will, when looking well can't move her,

Looking ill prevail ?
Prithee, why so pale ?

Song

’T is expectation makes a blessing dear ;
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.

Against Fruition.

ROBERT HERRICK.

1591-1660.

SOME

OME asked me where the Rubies grew,

And nothing I did say ;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.

Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?

Then spoke I to my Girl,
To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of Pearl.

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep,

A little out, and then,
As if they played at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.*

On her Feet.

Gather

ye

rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower, that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying. +

To the Virgins to make much of Time.
Her

eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee;

And the elves also,

Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

Night Piece to Juliu.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt,
Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.

Seek and Find.

* Oh if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats.--Congreve. Love for Love.

Act. i. Sc. 5. + Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered.-Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.

LOVELACE-SHIRLEY.

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RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.

H! could you view the melody

Of every grace,
And music of her face,*
You'd drop a tear ;

Seeing more harmony

In her bright eye, Than now you hear.

Orpheus to Beasts.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.

To Lucasta on going to the Wars. When flowing cups run swiftly round

With no allaying Thames. To Althea from Prison.

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ONLY

NLY the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.+

Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. iii.

* The mind, the music breathing from her face.

BYRON. Bride of Abydos. St. 6. + The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.

Psalm xci. 4. Common Prayer.

RICHARD CRASHAW.

Circa 1616-1650.

THE

HE conscious water saw its God and blushed.*

Translation of Epigram on John ii.
Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me.

Wishes to his supposed Mistress.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.

In praise of Leseius' Rule of Health.
Sydneian showers of sweet discourse.

Ibid.

SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668.

O

COULD I flow like thee, and make thy stream

My great example, as it is my theme ! Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o’erflowing full.

Cooper's Hill. Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.

The Sophy. A Tragedy.

Line 189.

Nympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.

Aquæ in vinum versa.

THOMAS DEKKER.

1638.

AND though mine arm should conquer twenty

There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

Old Fortunatus.

The best of men
That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer ;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit.
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.*

The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

Ibid. Part ü. Act i. Sc. 2.

ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667.

TH'adorning thee with so much art

'H'

thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill ; 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

The Waiting Maid.

What shall I do to be for ever known,
And make the age to come my own ?

The Motto.

* Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth, come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; and also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne. — JULIANA BERNERS. Her aldic Blazonry.

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