SONGS. THE KISS. FROM "CYNTHIA'S REVELS." O that joy so soon should waste! As a kiss Might not forever last! So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious; O, rather than I would it smother, THE GLOVE. FROM "CYNTHIA'S REVELS." Thou more than most sweet glove Unto my more sweet love, Suffer me to store with kisses This empty lodging, that now misses The pure rosy hand that ware thee, Whiter than the kid that bare thee. Thou art soft, but that was softer; Cupid's self hath kissed it ofter Than e'er he did his mother's doves, Supposing her the Queen of loves, That was thy mistress, best of gloves. HYMN TO CYNTHIA. FROM CYNTHIA'S REVELS." Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, State in wonted manner keep. Earth, let not thy envious shade Heaven to clear, when day did close. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever; What would please me in my lover: She should be allowed her passions, Sometimes froward and then frowning, Then only constant when I crave her; THE FORTUNATE FOOL. 66 FROM VOLPONE; OR THE FOX." Fools, they are the only nation All they speak or do is sterling. Your fool he is your great man's dearling, And he speaks truth free from slaughter: He's the grace of every feast, And sometimes the chiefest guest; Hath his trencher and his stool When wit waits upon the fool. He, he, he? A MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS. 66 FROM THE DEVIL IS AN ASS." Do but look on her eyes! they do light Do but mark, her forehead's smoother And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, 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? Have you marked but the fall of the snow |