Go woo young Charles no more to look, ENCOMIASTIC VERSES. CCCXLIII. THE POET'S GOOD WISHES FOR THE MOST HOPEFUL AND HANDSOME PRINCE, THE DUKE OF YORK. May his pretty dukeship grow Show'rs or sunshines could beget. May the graces and the hours Strew his hopes, and him with flowers; And so dress him up with love, As to be the chick of Jove. May the thrice-three-sisters sing And entitle none to be Prince of Helicon but he. May his soft foot, where it treads, With the rose and the violet. And his actions high be told DIII. DISCONTENTS IN DEVON. More discontents I never had, Since I was born, than here; DIV. TO PERILLA. Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see 'Twill not be long, Perilla, after this, The gods' protection but the night before; Follow me weeping to my turf, and there Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep. DV. COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE. What needs complaints, When she a place Has with the race Of saints In endless mirth, In earth; She sees no tears, Or any tone Of thy deep groan She hears; Nor does she mind, Or think on't now, That ever thou Wast kind: But chang'd above, Forbear, therefore, Thy woes, and weep DVI. HIS DESIRE. Give me a man that is not dull, When all the world with rifts is full; But unamaz'd dares clearly sing, DVII. TO PERENNA. I a dirge will pen for thee; DVIII. CONFORMITY. Conformity was ever known Nor can we that a ruin call, DIX. HIS CAVALIER. Give me that man that dares bestride |