Lovers, like dying men, may well At first disordered be, Since none alive can truly tell 1668. Sir Charles Sed AH, HOW SWEET IT IS TO LO From Tyrannic Love Aн, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young desire! Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from lovers blown Cure, like trickling balm, their smar Love and Time with reverence use, Which in youth sincere they send: Love, like spring-tides full and high, 'T is but rain, and runs not clear. 1670. 24 LOVE in fantastic triumph sate, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he show'd: From thy bright eyes he took his fires, Which round about in sport he hurl'd; But 't was from mine he took desires Enough t' undo the amorous world " From me he took his sighs and tears, But my poor heart alone is harm'd, 1677 Aplira Behn. 8 16 SALLY IN OUR ALLEY Of all the girls that are so smart Her father he makes cabbage-nets, When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that 's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm drest, all in my best, To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, My master carries me to church, She is the darling of my heart; When Christmas comes about again, O, then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I'll give it to my honey; I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley... My master and the neighbours all 48 40 32 1729? But when my seven long years are out, O, then we 'll wed, and then we 'll bed- 56 Henry Carey. MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE, I PRAY My dear and only love, I pray As Alexander I will reign, My thoughts did evermore disdain He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all. But I will reign, and govern still, And have each subject at my will, |