The early lark is waken'd from her bed, JOHN MARSTON. Born 1566, died 1634. LOVE ETERNAL. If love be holy, if that mystery Into our species; if those amorous joys, Those sweets of life, those comforts even in death, As is the instiller of divinest love, Unchang'd by time, immortal, maugre death, 4 HENRY CONSTABLE. Born 1568, died 1604. BONG TO DIAPHENIA. Diaphen's like the daffy-down-dilly, I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams; How blest were I if thou would'st prove me! Diaphenia, like the spreading roses, I do love thee as cach flower For dead, thy breath to life might move me! Diaphenia, like to all things bless'd Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! SIR HENRY WOTTON. Born 1568, died 1639. ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA. You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light! You curious chanters of the wood, That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your voices understood By your weak accents! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, So, when my mistress shall be scen E THOMAS CAMPION. Born about 1570, died about 1640. OF HIS MISTRESS' FACE. And would you see my mistress' face? It is a flow'ry garden place, Where knots of beauty have such grace, That all is work, and no where space. It is a sweet delicious morn, It is the heaven's bright reflex, It is a face of death that smiles, Pleasing though it kills the whiles; Where Death and Love, in pretty wiles; Each other mutually beguiles. It is fair Beauty's freshest youth: SIR ROBERT AYTON. Born 1570, died 1638. THE FLIRT. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, That lip could move had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find Which kisseth every thing it meets; The morning rose, that untouched stands, Such fate, e'er long, will thee betide, And I will sigh when some will smile; |