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THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A
PROSPECT OF FLOWERS.
See with what simplicity
And then does tell
Who can foretell for what high cause
Happy who can
O then let me in time compound
Let me be laid,
Mean time, whilst every verdant thing
But most procure
But O young beauty of the woods,
And ere we see-
When I the dawn used to admire,
And praised the coming day,
Would take my rest away.
Your charms in harmless childhood lay
Like metals in a mine;
Than youth conceal'd in thine.
To their perfection prest,
And center'd in my breast.
My passion with your beauty grew,
While Cupid at my heart,
Threw a new flaming dart :
To make a lover, he
Sir C. Sedley.
I CANNOT change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn,
For you alone was born ;
A surer way I'll try,-
Will still live on, and die.
When, killd with grief, Amintas lies,
And you to mind shall call
The tears that vainly fall,
Will then begin your pain,
J. Wilmot, Earl of Rochester.
COUNSEL TO GIRLS.
GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying :
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a getting
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is besc which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
Times, still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while you may, go marry :
TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS.
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
That from the nunnery
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore ;
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
You common people of the skies,
You curious chanters of the wood
That warble forth dame Nature's lays,
By your weak accents; what's your praise