Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wandering mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim,
And after foolish fires do stray;

Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come,

For she my mind hath so displaced,
That I shall never find my home.

Those virtues which, though thinly set,
In others are admirèd,

In thee are altogether met,

Which make thee so desired;

WHEN on thy lip my soul I breathe,

Which there meets thine,

Freed from their fetters by this death,

Our subtle forms combine:

Thus without bonds of sense they move,
And like two cherubim converse by love.

Spirits to chains of earth confin'd
Discourse by sense;

But ours, that are by flames refin'd,

With those weak ties dispense.

Let such in words their minds display:
We in a kiss our mutual thoughts convey.

But since my soul from me doth fly,
To thee retir'd,

Thou canst not both retain; for I
Must be with one inspir'd;

Then, Dearest, either justly mine

Restore, or in exchange let me have thine.,

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Yet if thou dost return mine own,
O tak't again!

For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain.

Kill me once more, or I shall find
Thy pity than thy cruelty less kind.

T. Stanley

Weeping and Kissing

AKISS I begged, but smiling, she

Denied it me;

When straight, her cheeks with tears o'erflown

Now kinder grown

What smiling she'd not let me have

Then

She weeping gave.

you whom scornful beauties awe,
Hope yet relief

From Love, who tears from smiles can draw,
Pleasure from grief.

Sir E. Sherburne

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The Mower's Song

Y mind was once the true survey

MY

Of all these meadows fresh and gay,

And in the greenness of the grass

Did see its hopes as in a glass;

When Juliana came, and she,

What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

But these, while I with sorrow pine,
Grew more luxuriant still and fine,
That not one blade of grass you spied,

But had a flower on either side;

When Juliana came, and she,

What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

Unthankful meadows, could you so
A fellowship so true forego,

And in your gaudy May-games meet,

While I lay trodden under feet?

When Juliana came, and she,

What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

But what you in compassion ought,
Shall now by my revenge be wrought;
And flowers, and grass, and I, and all,
Will in one common ruin fall;

For Juliana comes, and she,

What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

And thus, ye meadows, which have been

Companions of my thoughts more green,
Shall now the heraldry become

With which I shall adorn my tomb;

For Juliana came, and she,

What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.

A. Marvell

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The Chronicle

A Ballad

MARGARITA first possest,

If I remember well, my breast,
Margarita first of all;

But when a while the wanton Maid
With my restless Heart had played,
Martha took the flying Ball.

Martha soon did it resign

To the beauteous Catharine.
Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loth and angry she to part
With the possession of my Heart)
To Elisa's conquering face.

Elisa till this hour might reign
Had she not evil counsels ta'ne.
Fundamental laws she broke,
And still new favourites she chose,
Passions rose,

Till up in arms my
And cast away her yoke.

Mary then and gentle Ann

Both to reign at once began.

Alternately they sway'd,

And sometimes Mary was the Fair,

And sometimes Ann the Crown did wear,

And sometimes both I' obeyed.