Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest; LXXII. GEORGE WITHER, 1590?-1667. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. HALL I, wasting in despair, SHA Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May; If she be not so to me What care I how fair she be? Should my heart be grieved or pined, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deserving known What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, That without them dare to woo, And unless that mind I see, What care I, though great she be? Great or good, or kind, or fair, If she love me, this believe For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be? LXXIII. ROBERT HERRICK, 1591-1674. THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR, THE UNGENTLE GUEST. NE silent night of late, ONE When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate, And knocking, me molested. Who's that, said I, beats there, And troubles thus the sleepy? Cast off, said he, all fear; And let not locks thus keep ye. For I a boy am, who By moonless nights have swerved; I pitiul arose, And soon a taper lighted; And did myself disclose Unto the lad benighted. I saw he had a bow, And wings too, which did shiver; And looking down below, I spied he had a quiver. I to my chimney's shine Brought him, as love professes, And chafed his hands with mine, And dried his dropping tresses: But when he felt him warmed, Said he, with these late showers. Forthwith his bow he bent, And wedded string and arrow, And struck me, that it went Quite through my heart and marrow. Then laughing loud, he flew Away, and thus said flying, Adieu, mine host, adieu, I'll leave thy heart a-dying. |