For time shall come when these divided friends
Shall joyne againe, and know no severall ends,
But change this short and momentary kisse
To strict embraces of celestiall blisse.
Bosworth field and other Poems by Sir J. Beaumont-Ed. 1629.
On Lady Katherine Paston, who died March 10, 1628.
CAN Man be filent and not praises find,
For her who lived the praise of woman-kind,
Whose outward frame was lent the world to gess,
What shapes our fouls shall wear in happiness,
Whose virtue did all ill so overswaye,
That her whole life was a communion daye.
From the Church of Pafton,
Norfolk,
On Eleanor Freeman, who died A. D. 1650, aged 21.
Of youth and virtues turn'd to clay;
Rich earth accomplish'd with those graces
That adorn Saints in heavenly places.
Let not Death boast his conquering power
She'll rise a Star, that fell a Flower.
From the Church of Tewksbury,
Gloucestershire.
NEAR to this Eglantine
Enclosed lies the milke-white Armeline;
Once Chloris onlie joye,
Now only her annoy;
Who envied was of the most happy swaines,
That keepe their flockes on Mountaines, Dales, or Plaines :
For oft the bore the wanton in her arme,
And oft her bed and bosom did him warme;
Now when unkindly fates did him destroy,
Bleft dog he had the grace,
With tears for him that Chloris wet her face.
Drummond, p. 203. Ed. 8vo.
To the Queen, entertain'd at Night by the Countess of Anglesey.
F as unshaded light; or as the day
In its first birth, when all the year was May;
Sweet, as the Altars smoak, or as the new
Unfolded bud, swel'd by the early dew;
Smooth, as the face of waters first appear'd,
Ere tides began to strive, or winds were heard:
Kind as the willing Saints, and calmer farre,
Than in their fleeps forgiven hermits are;
You that are more, then our difcreter feare
Dares praise, with such full art, what make you here?
Here, where the Summer is so little seen,
That leaves, (her cheapest wealth) scarce reach at green
You come, as if the filver Planet were
Misled a while from her much-injur'd Sphere,
And t' ease the travailes of her beames to-night,
In this small Lanthorn would contract her light.
The Works of Sir W. Davenant,
Lond. 1673. Fol. p. 218.
LOVE's fooner felt, then seen; his substance thinne
Betwixt those snowy mounts in ambush lies:
Oft in the eyes he spreads his fubtil ginne;
He therefore fooneft winnes that fastest flies,
Fly thence, my dear, fly fast, my Thomalin:
Who him encounters once, for ever dies:
But if he lurke between the ruddy lips,
Unhappie foul, that thence his nectar sips,
While down into his heart the fugred poison flips!
Oft in a voice he creeps down through the eare:
Oft from a blushing cheek he lights his fire:
Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest hair:
Oft in a foft-smooth skin doth close retire :
Oft in a smile: oft in a filent teare:
And if all fail, yet Virtue's self he'll hire :
Himself's a dart, when nothing els can move.
Who then the captive foul can well reprove,
When Love, and Vertue's self become the darts of Love?
Pifcat. Eclog. by Ph. Fletcher,
Ecl. 6. St. 12, 13. Ed. 1633.
Jealousy! Daughter of Envy and Love,
Most wayward issue of a gentle Sire;
Foster'd with fears, thy Father's joys t' improve;
Mirth-marring Monster, born a fubtle liar;
Hateful unto thyself, flying thine owne defire;
Feeding upon Suspect, that doth renew thee;
Happy were Lovers if they never knew thee.
Thou hast a thousand gates thow enterest by,
Condemning trembling Paffions to our heart:
Hundred-ey'd Argus, ever-waking spy,
Pale hag, infernal fury, pleasure's smart,
Envious observer, prying in every part :
Suspicious, fearful, gazing still about thee;
O would to God that Love could be without thee!
Daniel's Compl. of Rosamond,
Ed. 1718, vol. I. p. 51.
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