I visit, talk, do business, play, But I care not who knows it, Ere I die for love, I fairly will forego it. Sir John Suckling. XXXVII. WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prithee why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move, This cannot take her ; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her Sir John Suckling. XXXVIII. SHALL I, wasting in despair, Or my cheeks make pale with care Be she fairer than the day What care I how fair she be? Shall my foolish heart be pined Or a well disposed nature If she be not so to me What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtue move 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Think what with them they would do What care I tho' great she be? Great or good, or kind or fair, For if she be not for me, XXXIX. George Wither. THE NIGHT PIECE. TO JULIA. HER eyes the glow-worm lend thee, And the elves also, Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No will-o-the-wisp mis-light thee, Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright the Let not the dark thee cumber; Will lend thee their light, Then Julia, let me woo thee, Thy silv'ry feet, My soul I'll pour unto thee. Robert Herrick. XL. TO THE VIRGINS TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME 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, When youth and blood are warmer But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, Robert Herrick. XLI. THE HEADACHE. My head doth ache, And bind the pain! But less that part Now is sick: One kiss from thee And physic. Robert Herrick. XLII. THE SIEGE. 'Tis now, since I sat down before That foolish fort, a heart, (Time strangely spent !) a year, and more; And still I did my part. Made my approaches, from her hand Unto her lip did rise; And did already understand The language of her eyes. Proceeding on with no less art, When this did nothing, I brought down Great canon-oaths, and shot A thousand thousand to the town, And still it yielded not. I then resolved to starve the place, To draw her out, and from her strength, And brought myself to lie at length, When I had done what man could do, And smiled at all was done. I sent to know from whence, and where, A spy informed, Honour was there, March, march (quoth I), the word straight give, Let's lose no time, but leave her: That giant upon air will live, And hold it out forever. To such a place our camp remove I hate a fool that starves her love, Sir John Suckling. XLIII. A RING PRESENTED TO JULIA. JULIA, I bring To thee this ring, Made for thy finger fit; That our love is, Or should be, like to it. Close tho' it be, |