The empty bribe of yielding souls, 'Tis true, it looks at distance fair; But if we do approach, And perish at a touch: For by our pleasures we are cloy'd, Or else, like rivers, they make wide We covet pleasure easily, But ne'er true bliss possess ; For many things must make it be, But one may make it less; Nay, were our state as we could choose it, 'Twould be consum'd by fear to lose it. What art thou, then, thou winged air, Th' experienced prince then reason had, H KATHERINE PHILIPS. XCIII LOVE AND DEATH LOVE and Death o' th' way once meeting, Sleep their weary eyelids closing, Lay them downe themselves reposing. Could not sleep, but whilst Death rested, R. FLECKNO. XCIV FAIR HELEN OF KIRCONNEL I WISH I were where Helen lies, Oh, Helen fair, beyond compare, Oh, think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair! She sank, and swoon'd wi' mickle care, On fair Kirconnel lee. Curst be the heart that thocht the thocht, As I went down the water-side, I lichtit doun, my sword did draw, I hackit him in pieces sma', I hackit him in pieces sma', For her sake that died for me. Oh, that I were where Helen lies! Oh, Helen fair! Oh, Helen chaste! I wish my grave were growin' green, On fair Kirconnel lee. I wish I were where Helen lies, For her sake that died for me. ANON. XCV BEAUTY'S BEAUTY CAN you paint a thought? or number Every fancy in a slumber? Can you count soft minutes roving From a dial's point by moving? Can you grasp a sigh? or, lastly, No, oh no! yet you may Beauty's beauty; such a glory, All loves, all hearts, Do, shall, and must obey. XCVI J. FORD. WHAT IS LOVE? "Tis a child of phansie's getting, 'Tis a perpetual vestal fire Never dying, Whose smoak like incense doth aspire 'Tis a soft magnetique stone Attracting hearts by sympathie, |