When the passing-bell doth toll, Come to fright a parting soul, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tapers now burn blue, And that number more than true, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath prayed, 'Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tost about, Yet, before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tempter me pursu'th Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Judgment is revealed, And that opened which was sealed; When to Thee I have appealed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! THOMAS CAREW. (1598?-1639?.) From Carew's Poems, 1640. There are modern editions by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt (in the Roxburghe Library), and by the Rev. J. W. Ebsworth (in the Library of Old Authors). They are also reprinted in vol. v. of Chalmers' Poets. SONG. ASK me no more where Jove bestows, For in your beauty's orient deep Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars light Ask me no more if east or west DISDAIN RETURNED. HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek But a smooth and steadfast mind, No tears, Celia, now shall win, My resolved heart to return; I have searched thy soul within And find nought but pride and scorn; I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou! AS THE PRIMROSE. SK me why I send you here This firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you This primrose all bepearled with dew; The sweets of love are washed with tears: Ask me why this flower doth show So yellow, green, and sickly too; EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLERS. THE Lady Mary Villers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes SIR JOHN SUCKLING. (1609-1641.) Suckling's Collected Poems were first published in 1646 under the title of Fragmenta Aurea. As in the cases of Carew and Lovelace also, many of his songs were set to music and circulated long before the for mal edition of his poems. They are reprinted in Chalmers' Poets, vol. vi., and have been edited, together with the plays, by Mr. W. C. Haz (2 vols., London, 1874). WHY ORSAMES' SONG. HY so pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: If of herself she will not love, CONSTANCY. OUT upon it, I have loved, Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings, Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again But the spite on 't is, no praise Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this A dozen in her place. |