Once more, and, faith, I will be gone, And all your bounty wrong: This could be call'd but half a kiss; Each suck the others breath, And whilst our tongues perplexed lie, Let who will think us dead, or wish our death. VIII. URGING HER OF A PROMISE. HARIS one day in discourse And that promise set on fire When the work would be effected; To fetch in the forms go by, 5 With your emissary eye.] Oculis emissitiis. Plautus. WHAL. And pronounce, which band or lace IX. HER MAN DESCRIBED BY HER OWN DICTAMEN. F your trouble, Ben, to ease me, Young I'd have him too, and fair, For he must look wanton-wise. To say over every purl,] i. e. to try. Purl, I believe, is wire whipt with cotton or silk, for puffing out fringe, lace, hair, &c. In some places it seems to mean the fringe itself: the old word is purrel. Eyebrows bent, like Cupid's bow, He should have a hand as soft In a body, should be there. Well he should his clothes, too, wear, Yet no tailor help to make him; Drest, you still for man should take him, Valiant he should be as fire, All his actions to be such, As to do no thing too much : 7 Or were set up in a brake.] The inclosure used by blacksmiths and farriers, in which they put vicious and untractable horses, which they cannot dress or shoe without that assistance, is commonly called a smith's brake. WHAL. But see vol. iii. p. 445. Nor do wrongs, nor wrongs receive, X. ANOTHER LADY'S EXCEPTION, PRESENT AT THE HEARING. OR his mind I do not care, His clothes rich, and band sit neat, Himself young, and face be good, What you please, you parts may call, 8 This lively, gallant, and graceful description is above all praise. Anacreon is not more gay, nor Catullus more elegant, nor Horace more courtly, than this poet, who is taken on the faith of the Shakspeare commentators, for a mere compound of dulness and spleen. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.1 I. THE MUSICAL STRIFE. A PASTORAL DIALOGUE. She. OME, with our voices, let us war, He. At such a call, what beast or fowl, What tree or stone doth want a soul, She. Mix then your notes, that we may prove To make the mountain quarries move, 1 I have little to add to what is already said, (p. 282,) except that many allowances must be made for what follows. Few of these poems are dated, and fewer still bear titles explanatory of their subject. I have availed myself of such collateral helps as I could any where find; but much is necessarily left to the reader's own sagacity. The original text, which is grossly incorrect, has however been revised with great care. |