The Resolve (Chiefly if I like them should tell All change of weathers that befell) Than Holinshed or Stow. But I will briefer with them be, Whom God grant long to reign! 799 Abraham Cowley [1618-1667] THE RESOLVE TELL me not of a face that's fair, The only argument can move The glories of your ladies be But metaphors of things, And but resemble what we see Each common object brings. Roses out-red their lips and cheeks, Lilies their whiteness stain; What fool is he that shadows seeks And may the substance gain? Then if thou'lt have me love a lass, Let it be one that's kind: Else I'm a servant to the glass That's with Canary lined. Alexander Brome [1620-1666] "ONCE DID MY THOUGHTS BOTH EBB AND FLOW" ONCE did my thoughts both ebb and flow, As passion did them move; Once did I hope, straight fear again,— And then I was in love. Once did I waking spend the night, And tell how many minutes move; Once, by my carving true love's knot, The weeping trees did prove That wounds and tears were both our lot,— And then I was in love. Once did I breathe another's breath And in my mistress move, Once was I not mine own at all, And then I was in love. Once wore I bracelets made of hair, And collars did approve, Once wore my clothes made out of wax, And then I was in love. Once did I sonnet to my saint, My soul in numbers move, Once did I tell a thousand lies, And then I was in love. Once in my car did dangling hang A little turtle-dove, Once, in a word, I was a fool,— And then I was in love. Unknown The Relapse 801 “ONCE DID I LOVE AND YET I LIVE” ONCE did I love and yet I live, Though love and truth be now forgotten; Then did I joy, now do I grieve That holy vows must now be broken. Hers be the blame that caused it so, Love her that list, I am content For that chameleon-like she changeth, Yielding such mists as may prevent My sight to view her when she rangeth. Let him not vaunt that gains my loss, For when that he and time hath proved her, She may bring him to Weeping-Cross: I say no more, because I loved her. Unknown THE RELAPSE O TURN away those cruel eyes, Or death, in such a bright disguise, Punish their blind and impious pride, It was my fall that deified Thy name, and sealed thy story. Yet no new sufferings can prepare Lovers will doubt thou canst entice No other for thy fuel, And if thou burn one victim twice, Thomas Stanley [1625-1678] PHYLLIS PHYLLIS is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas, LOVE in fantastic triumph sate Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, But 'twas from mine he took desires Les Amours From me he took his sighs and tears, But my poor heart alone is harmed, 803 Aphra Behn [1640–1689] LES AMOURS SHE that I pursue, still flies me; She that can save me, must not do it; This is thy work, imperious Child, Nor seest how thine arrows rove. But, if irrevocable are Those keen shafts that wound us so, Let me prevail with thee thus far, That thou once more take thy bow; Wound her hard heart, and by my troth, I'll be content to take them both. Charles Cotton [1630-1687] |