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Yet this inconstancy is such
As thou, too, shalt adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much Loved I not honour more.
That she would dishevel her hair
AMARANTHA, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair!
Let it fly as unconfined
As its calm ravisher the wind,
To wanton in that spicy nest.
Every tress must be confessed;
Do not, then, wind up that light
But shake your head and scatter day.
Paying her Obsequies to the chaste memory of my dearest Cousin, Mrs. Bowes Barne
SEE what an undisturbed tear
She weeps for her last sleep!
But viewing her, straight waked, a star,
Grief ne'er before did tyrannize
Thus for a saint's apostasy,
And sorrows of the hierarchy
Thus for lost soul's recovery,
And triumph of this victory
So none but she knows to bemoan
Then dart on me, Chaste Light, one ray,
Thy joy clear through this cloudy day
TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON
WHEN love with unconfined wings
To whisper at the grates;
The birds that wanton in the air
When flowing cups run swiftly round
Our careless heads with roses crowned,
When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.
When (like committed linnets) I
When I shall voice aloud how good
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
A GUILTLESS LADY IMPRISONED: AFTER PENANCED
HARK, fair one, how whate'er here is
But joy to enjoy thee, though in grief.
See! that which chains you, you chain here,
The prison is thy prisoner;
How much thy jailor's keeper art!
He binds thy hands, but thou his heart.
The gyves to rase so smooth a skin
And play about thy wanton wrist,
And as thy bare feet bless the way,
The merry torch burns with desire
And lightly dances in thine eyes
The sheet tied ever to thy waist,
SWEET, serene, sky-like flower,
Haste to adorn the bower;
From thy long cloudy bed,
New-startled blush of Flora,
Vermilion ball that's given
From lip to lip in Heaven;
Love's couch's coverled,
Haste, haste to make her bed.
Dear offspring of pleased Venus
And jolly, plump Silenus,
Haste, haste to deck the hair
Of the only sweetly fair!
1 Evidently of love.