Shall curtaine o're their mournefull beads :1
And on each leafe by Heaven's command,
These emblemes to the life shall stand:

Two hearts, the first a shaft withstood;
The second, shot and washt in bloud;
And on this heart a dew shall stay,
Which no heate can court away;
And fixt for ever witnesse beares,

That hearty sorrow feeds on teares.

Then Heaven can make it knowne, and true you kill'd me, 'cause I lov'd you.

That

TO AMORET.

THE SIGH.

IMBLE sigh on thy warme wings,

Take this message and depart;

Tell Amoret, that smiles, and sings,

At what thy airie voyage brings,

That thou cams't lately from my heart.

Tell my lovely foe, that I

Have no more such spies to send,

But one or two that I intend

1 Beads

=

beds. Misprinted 'heads'. G.

Some few minutes ere I dye,

To her white bosom to commend.

Then whisper by that holy spring!

Where for her sake I would have dyed,
While those water-nymphs did bring
Flowers to cure what she had tryed;
And of my faith and love did sing.

That if my Amoret, if she

In after-times would have it read,
How her beauty murther'd mee,
With all my heart I will agree,

If shee'le but love me, being dead.

TO HIS FRIEND, BEING IN LOVE. SKE Lover, ere thou dyest; let one poor breath

Steale from thy lips, to tell her of thy death;

Doating idolater! can silence bring

Thy saint propitious? or will Cupid fling
One arrow for thy palenes? leave to trye
This silent courtship of a sickly eye;

Witty' to tyranny: she too well knowes
This but the incense of thy private vowes,
That breaks forth at thine eyes, and doth betray
The sacrifice thy wounded heart would pay;
Aske her, foole, aske her; if words cannot move,
The language of thy teares may make her love :
Flow nimbly from me then; and when you fall
On her breasts warmer snow, O may you all,
By some strange fate fixt there, distinctly lye
The much lov'd volume of my tragedy.

Where if

you win her not, may this be read, The cold that freaz'd you so did strike me dead.

SONG.

MYNTAS

goe, thou art undone,

Thy faithfull heart is crost by

fate;

That love is better not begunne,

Where love is come to love too late ;2

1 Wise. G.

Whose pure offering comes too late.'

Early pencil

MS. in British Museum copy. I have given the whole of these Notes. They must have been written by some one intimate with the Poet. G.

Had she professèd' hidden fires,

Or shew'd one knot that tyed her heart: I could have quench'd my first desires, And we had only met to part; But tyrant, thus to murther men,

And shed a lover's harmles bloud, And burne him in those flames agen, Which he at first might have withstood; Yet, who that saw faire Chloris weep

Such sacred dew, with such pure3 grace; Durst thinke them fainèd teares, or seeke For treason in an angel's face :

This is her art, though this be true,

Men's joyes are kil'd with griefes and feares,

Yet she like flowers opprest with dew,

Doth thrive and flourish in her teares: This cruell, thou hast done, and thus,

That face hath many servants slaine, Though th' end be not to ruine us,

But to seeke glory by our paine.5

2 Ibid, 'yt.' G.

Ibid, 'by.' G.

5 Ibid, Your aime is sure to ruine us

Seeking your glory by our paine.' G.

TO AMORET.

WALKING IN A STARRY EVENING.

F Amoret, that glorious eye,

In the first birth of light,

And death of Night,

Had with those elder fires you spye
Scatter'd so high,

Received forme, and sight;

We might suspect in the vast ring
Amidst those golden glories,

And fierie stories;1

Whether the sunne had been the king,

And guide of Day,

Or your brighter eye should sway;

But, Amoret, such is my fate,

That if thy face a starre

Had shin'd from farre,

I am perswaded in that state
'Twixt thee, and me,

Of some predestin'd sympathie."

1 MS, as before.

'We ay suspect in the vast ring,

Wh rolls those fiery spheres

Thro' years and years.' G.

2 Ibid There wd be perfect sympathie.' G.