Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, That killing power is none of thine: Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Tempt me with such affrights no more, I know thee in thy mortal state: Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales, 233 GIVE ME MORE LOVE GIVE me more love, or more disdain; The temperate affords me none: Give me a storm; if it be love Like Danaë in that golden shower, Disdain, that torrent will devour 234 SIR JOHN SUCKLING [1609-1642] THE CONSTANT LOVER OUT upon it, I have loved Time shall moult away his wings 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 235 WHY SO PALE AND WAN WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Will, if looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prythee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Prythee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, If of herself she will not love, 236 SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT [1606-1668] DAWN SONG THE lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, And to implore your light he sings- The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, Who look for day before his mistress wakes. 237 RICHARD LOVELACE [1618-1658] TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, True, a new mistress now I chase, And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such I could not love thee, Dear, so much, 238 To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfinèd wings And my divine Althea brings When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses crown'd, When healths and draughts go free- When, linnet-like confinèd I With shriller throat shall sing Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love 239 TO LUCASTA, GOING BEYOND THe Seas IF to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone You or I were alone; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave. Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated souls, All time and space controls: Above the highest sphere we meet So then we do anticipate And are alive i' the skies, Can speak like spirits unconfined 240 EDMUND WALLER [1606-1687] ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined |