GATHER ye rose-buds, while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun, The sooner will his race be run, That age is best, which is the first, ROBERT HERRICK. Then be not coy, but use your time, For having lost but once your prime, TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING. BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be; Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, Or bid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Or bid me die, and I will dare Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. OPENING OF A NUPTIAL SONG. OPENING OF A NUPTIAL SONG. WHAT'S that we see from far? the spring of the day Star filled with glory to our view, To add a nobler planet to the seven? Some goddess, in a cloud of tiffany To move, or rather the Emergent Venus from the sea? 'Tis she! 'tis she! or else some more divine And amber; spice Ing the chafed air with fumes of Paradise. Then come on, come on, and yield A savour like unto a blessed field, When the bedabbled morn Washes the golden ears of corn. See where she comes, and smell how all the street The phoenix nest, Built up of odours, burneth in her breast. His soul to ash-heaps in the rich perfume? Bestroking fate the while He burns to embers on the pile. GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. VIRTUE. SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,-- Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, And thou must die. Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses; Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives, But, though the whole world turns to coal, CONVERSATION. IF thou be master-gunner, spend not all That thou canst speak at once; but husband it, And give men turns of speech. Do not forestall, By lavishness, thine own and As if thou mad'st thy will. Will no more talk all, than other's wit, A civil guest eat all, the feast. JORDAN. Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes In love I should; but anger is not love, Calmness is great advantage. He that lets As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire. Truth dwells not in the clouds; the bow that's there. Doth often aim at, never hit the sphere. JORDAN. WHO says that fictions only and false hair Is it not verse, except enchanted groves Shepherds are honest people-let them sing; Who only plainly say, "My God, my king!" |