lyrical poems-第18节

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*205*

UPON　MRS　ELIZ。　WHEELER；　UNDER　THE　NAME　OF　AMARILLIS

Sweet　Amarillis；　by　a　spring's　Soft　and　soul…melting　murmurings；　Slept；　and　thus　sleeping；　thither　flew　A　Robin…red…breast；　who　at　view；　Not　seeing　her　at　all　to　stir；　Brought　leaves　and　moss　to　cover　her：　But　while　he；　perking；　there　did　pry　About　the　arch　of　either　eye；　The　lid　began　to　let　out　day；　At　which　poor　Robin　flew　away；　And　seeing　her　not　dead；　but　all　disleaved；　He　chirpt　for　joy；　to　see　himself　deceived。


*206*

NO　FAULT　IN　WOMEN

No　fault　in　women；　to　refuse　The　offer　which　they　most　would　chuse。　No　fault：　in　women；　to　confess　How　tedious　they　are　in　their　dress；　No　fault　in　women；　to　lay　on　The　tincture　of　vermilion；　And　there　to　give　the　cheek　a　dye　Of　white；　where　Nature　doth　deny。　No　fault　in　women；　to　make　show　Of　largeness；　when　they're　nothing　so；　When；　true　it　is；　the　outside　swells　With　inward　buckram；　little　else。　No　fault　in　women；　though　they　be　But　seldom　from　suspicion　free；　No　fault　in　womankind　at　all；　If　they　but　slip；　and　never　fall。


*207*

THE　BAG　OF　THE　BEE

About　the　sweet　bag　of　a　bee　Two　Cupids　fell　at　odds；　And　whose　the　pretty　prize　should　be　They　vow'd　to　ask　the　Gods。

Which　Venus　hearing；　thither　came；　And　for　their　boldness　stript　them；　And　taking　thence　from　each　his　flame；　With　rods　of　myrtle　whipt　them。

Which　done；　to　still　their　wanton　cries；　When　quiet　grown　she'd　seen　them；　She　kiss'd　and　wiped　their　dove…like　eyes；　And　gave　the　bag　between　them。


*208*

THE　PRESENT；　OR；　THE　BAG　OF　THE　BEE：

Fly　to　my　mistress；　pretty　pilfering　bee；　And　say　thou　bring'st　this　honey…bag　from　me；　When　on　her　lip　thou　hast　thy　sweet　dew　placed；　Mark　if　her　tongue　but　slyly　steal　a　taste；　If　so；　we　live；　if　not；　with　mournful　hum；　Toll　forth　my　death；　next；　to　my　burial　come。


*209*

TO　THE　WATER…NYMPHS　DRINKING　AT　THE　FOUNTAIN

Reach　with　your　whiter　hands　to　me　Some　crystal　of　the　spring；　And　I　about　the　cup　shall　see　Fresh　lilies　flourishing。

Or　else；　sweet　nymphs；　do　you　but　this　To　th'　glass　your　lips　incline；　And　I　shall　see　by　that　one　kiss　The　water　turn'd　to　wine。


*210*

HOW　SPRINGS　CAME　FIRST

These　springs　were　maidens　once　that　loved；　But　lost　to　that　they　most　approved：　My　story　tells；　by　Love　they　were　Turn'd　to　these　springs　which　we　see　here：　The　pretty　whimpering　that　they　make；　When　of　the　banks　their　leave　they　take；　Tells　ye　but　this；　they　are　the　same；　In　nothing　changed　but　in　their　name。


*211*

TO　THE　HANDSOME　MISTRESS　GRACE　POTTER

As　is　your　name；　so　is　your　comely　face　Touch'd　every　where　with　such　diffused　grace；　As　that　in　all　that　admirable　round；　There　is　not　one　least　solecism　found；　And　as　that　part；　so　every　portion　else　Keeps　line　for　line　with　beauty's　parallels。


*212*

A　HYMN　TO　THE　GRACES

When　I　love；　as　some　have　told　Love　I　shall；　when　I　am　old；　O　ye　Graces！　　make　me　fit　For　the　welcoming　of　it！　Clean　my　rooms；　as　temples　be；　To　entertain　that　deity；　Give　me　words　wherewith　to　woo；　Suppling　and　successful　too；　Winning　postures；　and　withal；　Manners　each　way　musical；　Sweetness　to　allay　my　sour　And　unsmooth　behaviour：　For　I　know　you　have　the　skill　Vines　to　prune；　though　not　to　kill；　And　of　any　wood　ye　see；　You　can　make　a　Mercury。


*213*

A　HYMN　TO　LOVE

I　will　confess　With　cheerfulness；　Love　is　a　thing　so　likes　me；　That；　let　her　lay　On　me　all　day；　I'll　kiss　the　hand　that　strikes　me。

I　will　not；　I；　Now　blubb'ring　cry；　It；　ah！　　too　late　repents　me　That　I　did　fall　To　love　at　all　Since　love　so　much　contents　me。

No；　no；　I'll　be　In　fetters　free；　While　others　they　sit　wringing　Their　hands　for　pain；　I'll　entertain　The　wounds　of　love　with　singing。

With　flowers　and　wine；　And　cakes　divine；　To　strike　me　I　will　tempt　thee；　Which　done；　no　more　I'll　come　before　Thee　and　thine　altars　empty。


*214*

UPON　LOVE：　BY　WAY　OF　QUESTION　AND　ANSWER

I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Like；　and　dislike　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Stroke　ye；　to　strike　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Love　will　be…fool　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Heat　ye；　to　cool　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Love；　gifts　will　send　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Stock　ye；　to　spend　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Love　will　fulfil　ye。　I　bring　ye　love。　　QUES。　What　will　love　do？　ANS。　Kiss　ye；　to　kill　ye。


*215*

LOVERS　HOW　THEY　COME　AND　PART

A　Gyges　ring　they　bear　about　them　still；　To　be；　and　not　seen　when　and　where　they　will；　They　tread　on　clouds；　and　though　they　sometimes　fall；　They　fall　like　dew；　and　make　no　noise　at　all：　So　silently　they　one　to　th'　other　come；　As　colours　steal　into　the　pear　or　plum；　And　air…like；　leave　no　pression　to　be　seen　Where'er　they　met；　or　parting　place　has　been。


*216*

THE　KISS：　　A　DIALOGUE

1　　Among　thy　fancies；　tell　me　this；　What　is　the　thing　we　call　a　kiss？　2　　I　shall　resolve　ye　what　it　is：

It　is　a　creature　born　and　bred　Between　the　lips；　all　cherry…red；　By　love　and　warm　desires　fed；　CHOR。　　And　makes　more　soft　the　bridal　bed。

2　　It　is　an　active　flame；　that　flies　First　to　the　babies　of　the　eyes；　And　charms　them　there　with　lullabies；　CHOR。　　And　stills　the　bride；　too；　when　she　cries。

2　　Then　to　the　chin；　the　cheek；　the　ear；　It　frisks　and　flies；　now　here；　now　there：　'Tis　now　far　off；　and　then　'tis　near；　CHOR。　　And　here；　and　there；　and　every　where。

1　　Has　it　a　speaking　virtue？　　2　　Yes。　1　　How　speaks　it；　say？　　2　　Do　you　but　this；　Part　your　join'd　lips；　then　speaks　your　kiss；　CHOR。　　And　this　Love's　sweetest　language　is。

1　　Has　it　a　body？　　2　　Ay；　and　wings；　With　thousand　rare　encolourings；　And　as　it　flies；　it　gently　sings　CHOR。　　Love　honey　yields；　but　never　stings。


*217*

COMFORT　TO　A　YOUTH　THAT　HAD　LOST　HIS　LOVE

What　needs　complaints；　When　she　a　place　Has　with　the　race　Of　saints？　In　endless　mirth；　She　thinks　not　on　What's　said　or　done　In　earth：　She　sees　no　tears；　Or　any　tone　Of　thy　deep　groan　She　hears；　Nor　does　she　mind；　Or　think　on't　now；　That　ever　thou　Wast　kind：　But　changed　above；　She　likes　not　there；　As　she　did　here；　Thy　love。　Forbear；　therefore；　And　lull　asleep　Thy　woes；　and　weep　No　more。


*218*

ORPHEUS

Orpheus　he　went；　as　poets　tell；　To　fetch　Eurydice　from　hell；　And　had　her；　but　it　was　upon　This　short；　but　strict　condition；　Backward　he　should　not　look；　while　he　Led　her　through　hell's　obscurity。　But　ah！　　it　happen'd；　as　he　made　His　passage　through　that　dreadful　shade；　Revolve　he　did　his　loving　eye；　For　gentle　fear　or　jealousy；　And　looking　back；　that　look　did　sever　Him　and　Eurydice　for　ever。


*219*

A　REQUEST　TO　THE　GRACES

Ponder　my　words；　if　so　that　any　be　Known　guilty　here　of　incivility；　Let　what　is　graceless；　discomposed；　and　rude；　With　sweetness；　smoothness；　softness　be　endued：　Teach　it　to　blush；　to　curtsey；　lisp；　and　show　Demure；　but　yet　full　of　temptation；　too。　Numbers　ne'er　tickle；　or　but　lightly　please；　Unless　they　have　some　wanton　carriages：　This　if　ye　do；　each　piece　will　here　be　good　And　graceful　made　by　your　neat　sisterhood。


*220*

A　HYMN　TO　VENUS　AND　CUPID

Sea…born　goddess；　let　me　be　By　thy　son　thus　graced；　and　thee；　That　whene'er　I　woo；　I　find　Virgins　coy；　but　not　unkind。　Let　me；　when　I　kiss　a　maid；　Taste　her　lips；　so　overlaid　With　love's　sirop；　that　I　may　In　your　temple；　when　I　pray；　Kiss　the　altar；　and　confess　There's　in　love　no　bitterness。


*221*

TO　BACCHUS：　　A　CANTICLE

Whither　dost　thou　hurry　me；　Bacchus；　being　full　of　thee？　This　way；　that　way；　that　way；　this；　Here　and　there　a　fresh　Love　is；　That　doth　like　me；　this　doth　please；　Thus　a　thousand　mistresses　I　have　now：　　yet　I　alone；　Having　all；　enjoy　not　one！


*222*

A　HYMN　TO　BACCHUS

Bacchus；　let　me　drink　no　more！　Wild　are　seas　that　want　a　shore！　When　our　drinking　has　no　stint；　There　is　no　one　pleasure　in't。　I　have　drank　up　for　to　please　Thee；　that　great　cup；　Hercules。　Urge　no　more；　and　there　shall　be　Daffadils　giv'n　up　to　thee。


*223*

A　CANTICLE　TO　APOLLO

Play；　Phoebus；　on　thy　lute；　And　we　will　sit　all　mute；　By　listening　to　thy　lyre；　That　sets　all　ears　on　fire。

Hark；　hark！　　the　God　does　play！　And　as　he　leads　the　way　Through　heaven；　the　very　spheres；　As　men；　turn　all　to　ears！


*224*

TO　MUSIC；　TO　BECALM　A　SWEET　SICK　YOUTH

Charms；　that　call　down　the　moon　from　out　her　sphere；　On　this　sick　youth　work　your　enchantments　here！　Bind　up　his　senses　with　your　numbers；　so　As　to　entrance　his　pain；　or　cure　his　woe。　Fall　gently；　gently；　and　a…while　him　keep　Lost　in　the　civil　wilderness　of　sleep：　That　done；　then　let　him；　dispossess'd　of　pain；　Like　to　a　slumbering　bride；　awake　again。


*225*

TO　MUSIC：　　A　SONG

Music；　thou　queen　of　heaven；　care…charming　spell；　That　strik'st　a　stillness　into　hell；　Thou　that　tam'st　tigers；　and　fierce　storms；　that　rise；　With　thy　soul…melting　lullabies；　Fall　down；　down；　down；　from　those　thy　chiming　spheres　To　charm　our　souls；　as　thou　enchant'st　our　ears。


*226*

SOFT　MUSIC

The　mellow　touch　of　music　most　doth　wound　The　soul；　when　it　doth　rather　sigh；　than　sound。


*227*

TO　MUSIC

Begin　to　charm；　and　as　thou　strok'st　mine　ears　With　thine　enchantment；　melt　me　into　tears。　Then　let　thy　active　hand　scud　o'