Rest, take your ease;
For, sports like these
New strength, new ardour gain:
Rest, happy pair!
Rest, happy fair!
Rest, happy, happy swain!
LYDIA, bella puella, candida;
Quæ benè superas lae et lilium,
Albamque simul rosam rubidam,
Aut expolitum ebur indicum.
Pande, puella, pande capillulos
Flavos, lucentes ut aurum nitidum :
*This little fragment is found among those pieces of Cornelius Gallus, which are perhaps more justly attributed to a different poet, Maximianus Gallus.
FRAGMENTS AND POETICAL PIECES
LOVELY Lydia, lovely maid!
Either rose in thee's displayed;
Roses of a blushing red
O'er thy lips, and cheeks are shed;
Roses of a paly hue
In thy fairer charms we view.
Now thy braided hair unbind;
Now, luxuriant, unconfin'd,
Let thy wavy tresses flow;
Tresses bright, of burnish'd glow!
Bare thy iv'ry neck, my fair!
Now thy snowy shoulders bare:
Pande, puella, collum candidum,
Productum benè candidis humeris :
Pande, puella, stellatos oculos;
Flexaque super nigra cilia:
Pande, puella, geneus roseas,
Perfusus rubro purpureæ Tyriæ.
Porrige lubra corallina;
Da columbatim mitia basia :
Sugis amentis partem animi:
Cor mihi penetrant hæc tua basia.
Quid mihi sugis vivum sanguinem?
Conde papillas, conde gemi-pomas,
Compresso lacte quæ modò pullulant :
[Conde papillas, &c.] I know not whether these Latin lines might furnish the hint of the following little sonnet, which certainly breathes the same soft spirit of amorous satiety :
Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain!
Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears;
On whose tops the pinks that grow,
Are of those, that April wears;
But my poor heart first set free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee!
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER'S Bloody Brother.
Bid the vivid lustre rise
In thy passion-streaming eyes;
See, the lucent meteors gleam!
See they speak the watchful flame !
And how gracefully above,
Modell'd from the bow of love,
Are thy arching brows display'd,
Soft'ning in a sable shade!
Let a warmer crimson streak
The velvet of thy downy cheek:
Let thy lips, that breathe perfume,
Deeper purple now assume:
Give me little billing kisses,
Intermixt with murm'ring blisses.
Soft, my love!--my angel, stay!—
Soft !-you suck my breath away,
Drink the life-drops of my heart,
Draw my soul from ev'ry part ;,
Scarce my senses can sustain
So much pleasure, so much pain!
Hide thy broad, voluptuous breast!
Hide that balmy heav'n of rest!
See, to feast th' enamour'd eyes,
How the snowy hillocks rise!
Parted by the luscious vale,
Whence luxurious sweets exhale:
Nature fram'd thee but t' inspire
Never-ending, fond desire!
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