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Her lips were red, and one was thin,
Some bee had stung it newly.
Prithee, why so pale ?
Looking ill prevail ?
The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
And nothing I did say;
The lips of Julia.
Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my Girl,
The quarelets of Pearl.
On her Feet.
A little out, and then,
Did soon draw in again.
To the Virgins to make much of Time.
Old Time is still a-flying,
To-morrow will be dying. *
Night Piece to Julia.
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Seeke and Finde.
* Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered. -Ecclesiasticus x. 20.
Orpheus to Beasts. Oh! 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.
To Lucasta on going to the Wars. I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
To Althea from Prison. Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron barres a cage ; Mindes innocent, and quiet, take
That for an hermitage.
Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. iii.
Death's Final Conquest.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.*
In Praise of Lessius’ Rule of Health.
Old Fortunatus. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
Honest Whore. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
The Waiting Muid.
Is but a barb'rous skill;
Too apt before to kill.
* Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit. — Latin Poems.
On the Death of Crashaw.
The Garden. Essay V. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
SIR JOHN DENHAM.
Cooper's Hill. Line 189. 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.