We need nor star, nor sun, Save him, to lengthen days, and joys begun : Now majesty and love Combin'd are from above; Prince never sceptre sway'd, Love subjects more, of subjects more obey'd, Which may endure whilst Heaven's great orbs do move. Joys, did you always last, Life's spark you soon would waste; As day is shadowed by sable night, Yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past. MISCELLANIES. A PASTORAL SONG. PHILLIS AND DAMON. Phil. SHEPHERD, dost thou love me well? Shepherd, without mocking me, To say thou lov'st me as thine eyne. Phil. Once, dear shepherd, speak more plain, Say, to end this gentle strife, Dam. No, for it is turn'd a slave To sad annoys, and what I have Is 'reft, and I 'm but a dead corse. For I'm split on beauty's shelf. Phil. Like to what, good shepherd, say? ALL good hath left this age, all tracks of shame : Justice, from whence it came, to Heav'n is filed; DOTH then the world go thus, doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on Earth we find? Is this that firm decree which all doth bind? Those souls which vice's moody mists most blind, Why should best minds groan under most distress? Heav'ns! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time TO A SWALLOW BUILDING NEAR THE STATUE OF MEDEA. FOND Progne, chattering wretch, That is Medea! there Wilt thou thy younglings hatch? Will she keep thine, her own who could not spare? Learn from her frantic face To seek some fitter place. What other may'st thou hope for, what desire, THE BOAR'S HEAD. AMIDST a pleasant green Which Sun did seldom see, Where play'd Anchises with the Cyprian queen, The head of a wild boar hung on a tree: And, driven by Zephyrs' breath, Did fall, and wound the lovely youth beneath; So much of blood as Venus' eyes shed tears. My Adon, whilst thou liv'd, was by thee slain; TO AN OWL. ASCALAPHUS, tell me, So may night's curtain long time cover thee, From irksome light keep thy chamber and bed; So may'st thou scorn the choristers of day- Near to the sacred window of my dear, Dost ever thou her hear To wake, and steal swift hours from drowsy sleep? If that deaf god doth yet her careless keep, |