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Cupid abroad was lated in the night,
His wings were wet with ranging in the rain;
I op'd the door, and granted his desire,
Looking more narrow by the fire's flame,
I spied his quiver hanging by his back:
But what I drad, did me poor wretch betide,
He pierc'd the quick, and I began to start,
A pleasing wound, but that it was too high ; His shaft procur'd a sharp, yet sugar’d smart : Away he flew, for why his wings were dry;
But left the arrow sticking in my breast,
FROM PENELOPE'S WEB.
SONNET FROM ARIOSTO.
The pleasing sound of household harmony,
The huswife's means to make true melody,
When angry Jove did threat her with a frown, Caus'd Ganymede for nectar fast to hie,
With pleasing face to wash such choler down; For angry husbands find * the soonest ease, When sweet submission choler doth appease. The laurel that impales the head with praise,
The gem that decks the breast of ivory, The pearl that's orient in her silver rays,
The crown that honours dames with dignity; No sapphire, gold, green bays, nor margarite, But due obedience worketh this delight.
The chiefest bliss that lulls asleep desire,
Ne stately crown ambition doth require ;
* find] The 4to.“ findes.”
The sceptre and the glittering pomp of mace,
The head impal'd with honour and renown,
Are toys that fade when angry fortune frown:
That fortune never fears because so low,
Sleeps safe when princes seats do overthrow: Want smiles secure when princely thoughts do feel That fear and danger tread * upon their heel. Bless fortune thou whose frown hath wrought thy good,
Bid farewell to the crown that ends thy care; The happy fates thy sorrows have withstood
By 'signing want and poverty thy share : For now content, fond fortune to despite, With patience 'lows thee quiet and delight.
ASPIRING thoughts led Phaethon amiss;
Proud Icarus did fall, he soar'd so high ;
Lest son revenge the father's injury:
The sting that pricks the froward man to woe,
* tread] The 4to.“ treads."
Learn this of me, envy not others' state ;
The misty cloud that so eclipseth fame,
That gets reward a chaos of despite,
A fury vild that's hatched in the night:
These blazing comets do foreshew mishap;
Let not the flaming lights offend thine eye:t Look ere thou leap, prevent an after clap;
These three forewarned well may'st thou fly : If now by choice thou aim'st at happy health, Eschew self-love, choose for the common-wealth.
My care is cur’d, yet hath no end ;
Not that I want, but that I have;
Aye me, poor wretch, that thus do live,
She whose delights are signs of death,
Who when she smiles, begins to lour,
I live in care, cross'd with her guile;
In time we see the silver drops
The craggy stones make soft;
Doth creep and climb aloft.
With feeble puffs the tallest pine
In tract of time doth fall;
To Venus' luring call.
Where chilling frost alate did nip,
There flasheth now a fire;
There kindleth now desire.
Time causeth hope to have his hap:
What care in time not eas'd ?
In both content and pleas’d.