But he hath eyes so round and bright, Where Love may all his torches light What nymph soe'er his voice but hears, Will be my rival, though she have but ears. I'll tell no more, and yet I love, And he loves me; yet no One unbecoming thought doth move From either heart I know; But so exempt from blame, As it would be to each a fame, If love or fear would let me tell his name. LVII. IN CELEBRATION OF CHARIS. HER TRIUMPH. EE the chariot at hand here of Love, SEE Wherein my lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty Unto her beauty; And enamoured, do wish so they might That they still were to run by her side, Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth! Do but mark her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows, such a grace As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife. Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Ha' you marked but the fall o' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Ha' you felt the wool of beaver? Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier? Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! LVIII. THE DEDICATION OF THE KING'S NEW CELLAR TO BACCHUS. INCE, Bacchus, thou art father SIN Of wines, to thee the rather We dedicate this cellar, Where new, thou art made dweller ; And seal thee thy commission: But 'tis with a condition, That thou remain here taster Of all to the great master. And look unto their faces, Their qualities and races, That both their odour take him, And relish merry make him. For, Bacchus, thou art freer Of cares, and overseer Of feast and merry meeting, So may'st thou still be younger Than Phoebus, and much stronger, And thou make many a poet That when King James above here Thy circuits and thy rounds free, Be it he hold communion Of some well-wrought embassage : The wished peace of Europe: |