Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, Of his dull life! Then, when there hath been thrown 50 Wit able enough to justify the town rant be For the whole city to talk foolishly Till that were cancelled! And, when we were We left an air behind us, which alone When I remember this, and see that now That takes no medicines! But one thought Makes me remember all these things to be Only strong Destiny, which all controls, 70 The way of knowledge for me; and then I, I'll drink thy Muse's health! thou shalt quaff mine! WILLIAM DRUMMOND (1585-1649) SONNET A passing glance, a lightning 'long the skies, That, ush'ring thunder, dies straight to our sight; A spark, of contraries which doth arise, Then drowns in the huge depths of day and night: Is this small Small call'd life, held in such price Of blinded wights, who nothing judge aright. Of Parthian shaft so swift is not the flight As life, that wastes itself, and living dies. O! what is human greatness, valour, wit? What fading beauty, riches, honour, praise? 10 To what doth serve in golden thrones to sit, Thrall earth's vast round, triumphal arches raise? All is a dream, learn in this prince's fall, In whom, save death, nought mortal was at all. MADRIGAL I This life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air 7 And strive who can most motion it bequeath; 80 JOHN FORD (fl. 1639) SONG FROM THE BROKEN HEART Can you paint a thought? or number Can you count soft minutes roving No, O, no! yet you may All loves, all hearts, Do, shall, and must obey. Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease, Can but please The outward senses, when the mind Is or untroubled or by peace refined. Crowns may flourish and decay, 5 Beauties shine, but fade away. 2ND VOICE. Youth may revel, yet it must Lie down in a bed of dust. 3RD VOICE. Earthly honours flow and waste, Time alone doth change and last. CHOR. ΙΟ Sorrows mingled with contents prepare Rest for care; Love only reigns in death; though art Can find no comfort for a broken heart. How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees; see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door ere this Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove; 40 |