I need not tell you, of our health, which here Must be presum❜d, nor yet shall our good cheare Swell up my paper, as it has done me, Or as the Mayor's feast does Stowe's History: Health calls us up and novelty; our eyes Unto our Saviour, but you not being here A fairly situate prison: When again When shall I once more hear, in a few words, What all the learning of past times affords ? Austin epitomiz❜d, and him that can To make him clear contract Tertullian. But I detain you from them: Sir, adieu! You read their works, but let me study you. ON DR. CORBET'S MARRIAGE. (From "Wit Restored," 8vo. 1658.) COME all yee Muses and rejoice If Daphne be a tree, then mark, If Daphne be a branch of bay, He weares her for a crowne to-day : Thyself unto a virgin's bed. Let thy love burne with hot desire, She lacks no oil to feed the fire. You know not poore Pigmalion's lot, Nor have you a mere idol got. You no Ixion, you no proud Juno makes embrace a cloud. Looke how pure Diana's skin A chrystal streame; or look what grace Whilst she Adonis courts and woos; Such beauties, yea and more than those, Sparkle in her; see but her soul, And you will judge those beauties foul. Her rarest beauty is within, She's fairest where she is not seen; Now her perfection's character You have approv'd, and chosen ber, A sea deep, bottomless, profound, And which none but yourself may sound. Your reason chose, and not your heart; When that same coral which doth deck Her lips she wore about her neck : You courted her, you woo'd her, not 1 |