SONG Would you know what's soft? I dare Nor, if you would music hear, Nor, to please your sense, bring forth Or on food were your thoughts placed, PERSUASIONS TO JOY: A SONG If the quick spirits in your eye Then, Celia, let us reap our joys Ere Time such goodly fruit destroys. Or if that golden fleece must grow If those bright suns must know no shade, Then fear not, Celia, to bestow What, still being gather'd, still must grow. Thus either Time his sickle brings 12 II INGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, "Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse extoll'd thy name, And with it imp'd the wings of Fame. That killing power is none of thine; I gave it to thy voice and eyes; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Lightning on him that fix'd thee there. AN EPITAPH This little vault, this narrow room, 'Twas but a bud, yet did contain 12 6 But if we steadfast look We shall discern 12 Tempt me with such affrights no more, Lest what I made I uncreate; Let fools thy mystic form adore, I know thee in thy mortal state. Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales, Knew her themselves through all her veils. 18 |