Wishes to His Supposed Mistress Fears, fond and slight As the coy bride's, when night, Days that need borrow No part of their good-morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Days that, in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind, are day all night. Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by the absence of the day. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, "Welcome, friend!" Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Whate'er delight Can make Day's forehead bright, Or give down to the wings of Night. In her whole frame Have Nature all the name; Art and Ornament, the shame! Her flattery, Picture and Poesy: Her counsel her own virtue be. 795 I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish-no more. Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Her, whose just bays My future hopes can raise, A trophy to her present praise; Her, that dares be What these lines wish to see; I seek no further, it is She. 'Tis She, and here, Lo! I unclothe and clear My Wishes' cloudy character. May She enjoy it. Whose merit dare apply it, But modesty dares still deny it! Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying Wishes, And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye; Be ye my fictions-but her Story! Richard Crashaw [1613?-1649] THE CHRONICLE MARGARITA first possessed, If I remember well, my breast, Margarita first of all; But when awhile the wanton maid With my restless heart had played, Martha took the flying ball. The Chronicle Martha soon did it resign Eliza till this hour might reign, Mary then, and gentle Ann, Alternately they swayed; And sometimes Mary was the fair, And sometimes Ann the crown did wear; Another Mary then arose, When fair Rebecca set me free, For the gracious princess died And Judith reignèd in her stead. One month, three days, and half an hour And so Susanna took her place. 797 But when Isabella came, But in her place I then obeyed Gentle Henrietta then, And a third Mary, next began; Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria; And then a pretty Thomasine, And then a long et cetera. But should I now to you relate If I should tell the politic arts The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, Numberless, nameless mysteries! And all the little lime-twigs laid The Resolve (Chiefly if I like them should tell All change of weathers that befell) Than Holinshed or Stow. But I will briefer with them be, Whom God grant long to reign! 799 Abraham Cowley [1618–1667] THE RESOLVE TELL me not of a face that's fair, ) The only argument can move The glories of your ladies be Each common object brings. Else I'm a servant to the glass That's with Canary lined. Alexander Brome [1620-1666] |