THE PLEDGE.

DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not ask for wine.

The thirst, that from the soul doth spring,
Doth ask a draught divine;

But might I from Jove's nectar sip,

I'd change it not for thine.

BEN JONSON.

PILLYCOCK.

OLD Pillycock sat on a grassy hill,

And if he's not gone, he sits there still.

GAMMER GURTON.

THE MARKS OF LOVE.

COME here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be,
That boast'st to love as well as me,
And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound,
Come hither, and thy flame approve;

I'll teach thee what it is to love,

And by what marks true passion may be found.

It is to be all bathed in tears, To live upon a smile for years, To lie whole ages at a beauty's feet,

To kneel, to languish, to implore,

And still, though she disdain, adore.

It is to do all this, and think thy sufferings sweet.

PROPINATIO.

LUMINIBUS Solis oro mihi, vita, propines; Luminibus reddam mox ego, crede, vices: Aut tantum admoto cyathum mihi tinge labello, Et desiderium fugerit omne meri.

Scilicet, ex anima quæ fervida nascitur ima,

Non nisi divino est fonte levanda Sitis.

Ast

ego, donentur mihi si Jovis ipsa, recusem Pocula-sunt labris illa secunda tuis.

PILLICOCCIUS.

LACERPICIFERO jugo sedebat,
Et si non abeat, diu sedebit,

Spes ille ultima Pillicocciorum.

G. K.

H. D.

INDICIA AMORIS.

FERRE parem nostris qui te, puer, ignibus ignem
Jactas; si caleat quis tamen igne pari;
Infelix tua vota refer: referam ipse vicissim,
Quid sit Amor, pateat qualibus ille notis.

Est, unum in totos risum depascier annos:
Est, solvi in lacrymas, fundere vota, preces:
Ante pedes semper volvi et languere puellæ ;
Si fugit illa, sequi sic cupere usque sequi.

:

It is to gaze upon her eyes

With eager joy and fond surprize, Yet temper'd with such chaste and awful fear, As wretches feel who wait their doom; Nor must one ruder thought presume, Though but in whispers breathed, to meet her ear.

It is to hope, though hope were lost,
Though heaven and earth thy wishes cross'd:
Though she were bright as sainted queens above,
And thou the least and meanest swain
That folds his flock upon the plain,

Yet if thou darest not hope, thou dost not love.

It is to quench thy joy in tears,

To nurse strange thoughts and groundless fears: If pangs of jealousy thou hast not proved,

Though she were fonder and more true
Than any nymph old poets drew,

O never dream again that thou hast loved.

If, when the darling maid is gone,
Thou dost not seek to be alone,

Rapt in a pleasing trance of tender woe;
And muse and fold thy languid arms,

Feeding thy fancy on her charms,

Thou dost not love-for love is nourish'd so.

Est, in virgineis hærere ardenter ocellis ;

Pectora dum cohibet, ceu peritura, timor, Ne qua forte procax vel ab imo corde susurrus Auriculas stringat, commaculetque genas.

Est, spe dimissa non desperare; resistant
Si votis homines, si Deus ipse, tuis:
Illa licet Venerem superet, tuque infimus Ægon,
Ni te spes foveat-non tibi notus Amor.

Est, lacrymas inter gaudere et gaudia luctu Miscere; est, pacta contremere usque fide:

Namque licet casta sit castior illa Diana,

Ni sic horrueris-non tibi notus Amor.

Dumque absit, ni percupias tecum esse, viasque Sæpius ambiguas incomitatus eas;

Nescio quid tenerum meditans et totus in illo, Quicquid id est, raptus-non tibi notus Amor.

If any hopes thy bosom share

But those which Love has planted there,
Or any cares but his thy breast enthral,

Thou never yet his power hast known:
Love sits on a despotic throne,

And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at all.

Now if thou art so lost a thing,
Hither thy tender sorrows bring,

And prove whose patience longest can endure:
We'll strive whose fancy shall be tost

In dreams of fondest passion most—

For if thou thus hast loved, oh never hope a cure!

BARBAULD.

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

LITTLE Jack Horner

Sat in a corner

Eating a Christmas pie:

He put in his thumb

And pulled out a plum,

And cried, What a good boy am I!'

GAMMER GURTON.