CV SONG DRINK ye to her that each loves best, That's told but to her mutual breast, Enough, while memory tranced and glad That each should dream of joys he's had, Yet far, far hence be jest or boast As she would love to hear. CVI THOMAS CAMPBELL. BRIGHT star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit Which there in order take their several places, I hold that vile, which vulgar wit affords ; CVII SONG WHAT care I though beauty fading, Though thy charms should all decay, For thy charms, though bright as morning, Love so grounded ends in scorning, Lacks the barb to hold the dart. My devotion more secure Wooes thy spirit high and pure. WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE. CVIII MONTROSE'S LOVE My dear and only love, I pray Which virtuous souls abhor, Like Alexander I will reign, My thoughts did evermore disdain He either fears his fate too much, Who dares not put it to the touch, But if thou wilt prove faithful then, I'll serve thee in such noble ways I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee more and more. TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. RICHARD LOVELACE. |