He's but a child (old men be children twice,) And when his lips yours touch in that delight, LOVE VAGABONDING.-CXVI. SWEET nymphs, if as ye stray Ye find the froth-born goddess of the sea, All blubber'd, pale, undone, Who seeks her giddy son, That little god of love, Whose golden shafts your chastest bosoms prove; TO A RIVER.-CXVII. SITH she will not that I Shew to the world my joy, Thou, who oft mine annoy Hast heard, dear flood, tell Thetis if thou can That not a happier man Doth breathe beneath the sky. More sweet, more white, more fair, Lips, hands, and amber hair, Tell none did ever touch; A smaller, daintier waist Tell never was embrac'd; But peace, since she forbids thee tell too much. SUCH Lida is, that who her sees, Through envy, or through love, straight dies. PHRÆNE.-CXIX. AONIAN sisters, help my Phræne's praise to tell, What first to praise of her, her breast, or neck of snow, lies: But those so praise themselves, being to all eyes set forth, That, Muses, ye need not to say aught of their worth. KISSES DESIRED.-CXX. THOUGH I with strange desire To kiss those rosy lips am set on fire, Yet will I cease to crave Sweet kisses in such store, As he who long before In thousands them from Lesbia did receive: Sweetheart, but once me kiss, And I by that sweet bliss Even swear to cease you to importune more; Another word of me ye shall not hear After one kiss, but still one kiss, my dear. DESIRED DEATH.-CXXI. DEAR life, while I do touch These coral ports of bliss, Which still themselves do kiss, And sweetly me invite to do as much, All panting in my lips, My heart my life doth leave, No sense my senses have, And inward powers do find a strange eclipse: This death so heavenly well Doth so me please, that I Would never longer seek in sense to dwell, If that even thus I only could but die. THE CRUELTY OF RORA.-CXXII. WHILST sighing forth his wrongs, In sweet, though doleful songs, Alexis sought to charm his Rora's ears; The hills were heard to moan, To sigh each spring appear'd, Trees, hardest trees, through rine distill'd their tears, And soft grew every stone: But tears, nor sighs, nor songs could Rora move, For she rejoiced at his plaint and love. A KISS.-CXXIII. HARK, happy lovers, hark, This sweet'ner of annoys, This nectar of the gods, You call a kiss, is with itself at odds; And half so sweet is not In equal measure got, At light of sun, as it is in the dark : Hark, happy lovers, hark. PHILLIS.-CXXIV. IN petticoat of green, Sat milking her fair flock : 'Mongst that sweet-strained moisture (rare delight) Her hand seem'd milk, in milk it was so white. BEAUTY'S IDEA.-CXXV. WHO would perfection's fair idea see, On pretty Chloris let him look with me; White is her hair, her teeth white, white her skin, The space 'twixt shoulders; eyes are wide, brow wide, Her nose is small, small fingers, and her hair: Her sugar'd mouth, her cheeks, her nails be red, Little her foot, breast little, and her head. LALUS' DEATH.-CXXVI. AMIDST the waves profound, Far, far from all relief, The honest fisher Lalus, ah! is drown'd, Shut in this little skiff; The boards of which did serve him for a bier, So that when he to the black world came near, Of him no silver greedy Charon got; For he in his own boat Did pass that flood, by which the gods do swear. A PASTORAL SONG. PHILLIS AND DAMON.-CXXVII. PHIL. SHEPHERD, dost thou love me well? DAM. Better than weak words can tell. PHIL. O how strange these words I find! |