BEN JONSON. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, ["Underwoods." 1640.] A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING. Let it not your wonder move, Or the feature, or the youth; 115 But be glad, as soon with me, Keep the middle age at stay, Till she be the reason, why, HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID. Noblest Charis, you that are Where he chanced your name to see Set, and to this softer strain : Sure," said he, "if I have brain, This, here sung, can be no other Of her face, and made to rise, Just about her sparkling eyes, Both her brows, bent like my bow; By her looks I do her know, Which you call my shafts. And see! Such my mother's blushes be, As the bath your verse discloses In her cheeks, of milk and roses; Such as oft I wanton in: And, above her even chin, Have you placed the bank of kisses, Where, you say, men gather blisses, Ripened with a breath more sweet And between each rising breast, And the glass hangs by her side, Of her sex; but could'st thou, Love, For the apple, and those three And Minerva when she talks. CLAIMING A SECOND KISS BY DESERT. Charis, guess, and do not miss, If by us the odds were laid, Or, that you did sit, or walk, Wished the bride were changed to night, To no other grace but you! Or, if you did move to-night In the dances, with what spite Of your peers you were beheld, That at every motion swelled So to see a lady tread, As might all the graces lead, And was worthy, being so seen, Or, if you would yet have stayed, To himself his loss of time; Or have charged his sight of crime, To have left all sight for you: And if such a verse as this, May not claim another kiss. WILLIAM ALEXANDER, EARL OF STIRLING. 15.80-164 0. AURORA. OF THE Aurora of the Earl of Stirling was a reality and not a myth, his biographers tell us, though they have not succeeded in discovering her name. He is said to have fallen in love with her in his fifteenth year, and to have kept her image fresh in his heart during a long tour on the Continent with the Earl of Argyle, whom he accompanied as tutor, or companion. On his return to Scotland he devoted himself to solitude and sonnets. "He now pressed his suit”—(I quote from his biography in the "LIVES Of SCOTTISH POETS")" with all the ardour of manhood, and enthusiasm of poetry; but though he actually penned upwards of a hundred songs and sonnets in her praise, the fair enslaver was not to be moved. The object of Alexander's passion," the biographer continues, after quoting one of his songs, "at last gave her hand to another; and as the poet himself poetically tells us, 'the lady, so unrelenting to him, matched her morning to one in the evening of his age.' Alexander sustained his disappointment with great philosophy; he neither drowned himself, nor burnt his sonnets; but, reserving the latter for future use, became again a wooer. In his next attachment he was more fortunate, and after a brief courtship, obtained in marriage the hand of Janet, the daughter and heiress of Sir William Erskine." Stirling's sonnets were first published in 1604. I swear, Aurora, by thy starry eyes, And by those golden locks whose lock none slips, And by the coral of thy rosy lips, And by the naked snows which beauty dyes; I swear by all the jewels of thy mind, Whose like yet never worldly treasure bought, |