Live in thy peace; as for myself, Of time, and show My locks behung with frost and snow; The cough, the phthisick, I consume Unto an almost nothing; then The ages fled I'll call again, And with a tear compare these last Lame, and bad times with those are past; My old lean wife, shall kiss it dry: And so we'll sit By th' fire, foretelling snow, and slit,* True calendars; as puss's ear Wash'd o'er's, to tell what change is near. Then, to assuage The gripings of the chine by age, I'll call my young Iülus to sing such a song I made upon my Julia's breast, And of her blush at such a feast: * For sleet. Had a certain actor of the present day recollected this line of Herrick's; being, I understand, deep-read in old English lore; he might have cited it for authority in pro nouncing aches as a dissyllable. Then shall he read that flow'r of mine Inclos'd within a crystal shrine; A primrose next; A piece then of a higher text, For to beget In me a more transcendant heat, Than that insinuating fire Which crept into each aged sire, When the fair Helen from her eyes Shot forth her loving sorceries ;* At which I'll rear Mine aged limbs above my chair; And, hearing it, Flutter and crow, as in a fit Of fresh concupiscence, and cry, Thus frantick, crazy man, God wot! Repeat the times that I have seen. Thus ripe with tears, And twisting my Iülus' hairs, Doting, I'll weep and say, “ in truth, * Alluding to the admiration expressed by the Grecian sages on the appearance of the beauteous Helen; when they had assembled before the Scæan gate, to witness the single combat between Menelaus and Paris, which was to have decided the fate of Troy : These, when the Spartan queen approach'd the tow'r, In secret own'd resistless beauty's pow'r; They cried: " no wonder, such celestial charms "For nine long years have set the world in arms!" POPE'S HOMER. Iliad 3. Then next I'll cause my hopeful lad, If a wild apple can be had, To crown the hearth; Lar thus conspiring with our mirth ; Then to infuse Our browner ale into the cruse, Which sweetly spic'd, we'll first carouse Unto the genius of the house; Then the next health to friends of mine, Loving the brave Burgundian wine, High sons of pith, Whose fortunes I have frolick'd with, Bear up the magic bough and spell, To those, and then again to thee The untam'd heifer, or the pricket; Thus, 'till we see the fire less shine From th' embers than the kitling's eyne, We'll still sit up, Sphering about the wassail cup To all those times Which gave me honour for my rhymes : The coal once spent, we'll then to bed, Far more than night bewearied. CXVII. A SHORT HYMN TO VENUS. GODDESS, I do love a girl Lucky in this maid I love, CXVIII. UPON A DELAYING LADY. COME, come away; Or let me go: Must I here stay Because y'are slow, And will continue so ?— Troth, lady, no: I scorn to be A slave to state; And, since I'm free, I will not wait Henceforth, at such a rate, For needy fate : If you desire My spark should glow, The peeping fire You must blow; Or I shall quickly grow To frost, or snow. CXIX. UPON HIS JULIA. WILL ye hear what I can say Briefly of my Julia? Black and rolling is her eye, Double chinn'd, and forehead high, CXX. HYMN TO VENUS, AND CUPID. SEABORN goddess, let me be There's in love no bitterness. CXXI. THE MEADOW VERSE, OR ANNIVERSARY OF MRS. BRIDGET LOWMAN. COME with the spring-time forth, fair maid; and be This year again the meadow's deity: |