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Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear, when day did close : 10
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart
15 Space to breathe, how short soever ;
Thou that makest a day of night,
SONG TO CELIA. DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the
cup, And I 'll not look for wine : The thirst that from the soul doth rise, 5
Doth ask a drink divine,
I would not change for thine.
10 As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be :
And sent'st it back to me :
15 Not of itself, but thee. BEN JONSON.
THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE.
How happy is he born and taught,
That serveth not another's will ;
And simple truth his utmost skill :
Of public fame, or private breath :
10 How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rules of state, but rules of good:
Whose conscience is his strong retreat ;
Nor ruin make oppressors great:
More of his grace than gifts to lend ;
20 This man is freed from servile bands,
Of hope to rise or fear to fall :
YOU MEANER BEAUTIES OF THE NIGHT.
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light;
You common people of the skies,
What are you when the Moon shall rise ? 5
By your pure purple mantles known,
As if the Spring were all your own;
What are you when the Rose is blown? 10
That warble forth dame Nature's lays,
By your weak accents; what's your praise,
When Philomel her voice shall raise ? 15
In sweetness of her looks and mind;
me, if she was not design'd
THE POVERTY OF RICHES. Want is the badge of poverty: then he That wanteth most, is the most poor, say we. The wretch that hunger drives from door to door, Aiming at present alms, desires no more. The toiling swain, that hath with pleasing trouble 5 Cookt a small fortune, would that fortune double, Which dearly bought with slavery, then (alas !) He would be deem'd a man, that's well to pass : Which got, his mind 's now tickled with an itch, But to deserve that glorious stile of rich.
That done, he enjoys the crown of all his labour,
Wishes proceed from want; the richest then,
Lord, pair my wealth by my capacity, Lest I with it, or it suit not with me. This humbly do I sue for at thy hand, Erough, and not too much for thy command. Lord, what thou lend'st shall serve but in the place 35 Of reckoning counters, to sum up thy grace.
TO LUCASTA, GOING TO THE WARS.
TELL me not, sweet, I am unkinde,
That from the nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast, and quiet minde,
To warre and armes I flie.
True ; a new mistresse now I chase,
5 The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore :
10 I could not love thee, deare, so much, Loved I not honour more.
TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. WHEN Love, with unconfined wings,
Hovers within my gates And my divine Althea brings
To wbisper at my grates :
And fetter'd with her eye,-
Know no such libertie.
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our hearts with loyal flames ;
When healths and draughts goe free,
Know no such libertie,