Thus as we pass the welcome night. Take, O! take those lips away, Seals of love, tho' feal'd in vain. A Hide, O! hide thofe hills of fnow, But my poor heart first fet free, Let the bird of lowest lay, To whose found chafte wings obey, Augur of the fever's end, To this troop come thou not near. From this feffion interdict Every fowl of tyrant wing, Save the eagle feather'd king. Keep the obfequy so ftrict; Let the priest in furplice white, That defunctive mufick ken, Be the death-divining swan. Left the requiem lack his right. And thou treble-dated crow, That thy fable gender mak'st, With the breath thou giv'ft and tak'ft, 'Mongft our mourners fhalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence, Love and conftancy is dead, Phoenix and the turtle fled In a mutual flame from hence. So they loved as love in twain Had the effence but in one; Two diftincts but in none; Number there in love was flain : Hearts remote, yet not afunder, Distance, and no space was feen 'Twixt thy turtle and his queen, But in them it were a wonder. So between them love did fhine, That the turtle saw his right Flaming in the phoenix fight, Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appalled, That the felf was not the same, Single natures, double name, Neither two nor one was called. Reason in itself confounded, Saw divifion grow together, To themselves yet either neither, Threnes. Beauty, truth and rarity, Hence inclosed, in cynders lie: Leaving no pofterity, Truth may seem, but cannot be ; Why should this defart be, For it is unpeopled? No, Tongue I'll hang on every tree, That fhall civil fayings fhow. R Some how brief the life of man Buckles in his fum of age. 'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend, But upon the fairest boughs, Or at every fentence' end Will I Rofalinda write; Teaching all that read to know, Heaven would in little fhow. Sad Lucretia's modesty. By heavenly fynods was devis'd, Of many faces, eyes and hearts, To have the touches deareft priz'd. Heaven would thefe gifts fhe fhould have, And I to live and die her flave. 1 |