Cho. Soldiers suspected of their courage goe,

That ensignes and their breasts untorne show:
Love nee're his standard, when his hoste he sets,
Creates alone fresh-bleeding bannerets.

III
Alex. But part we, when thy figure I retaine

Still in my heart, still strongly in mine eye? Lu. Shadowes no longer than the sun remaine,

But whē his beams, that made 'em, fly, they

fly. Cho. Vaine dreames of love! that only so much blisse

Allow us, as to know our wretchednesse;
And deale a larger measure in our paine
By showing joy, then hiding it againe.

IV Alex. No, whilst light raigns, Lucasta still rules here,

And all the night shines wholy in this sphere. Lu. I know no morne but my. Alexis ray,

- To my dark thoughts the breaking of the day.

Chorus Alex. So in each other if the pitying sun Thus keep us fixt, nere may his course be run! Lu.

And oh! if night us undivided make;
Let us sleepe still, and sleeping never wake!

The close
Cruel adieus may well adjourne awhile
The sessions of a looke, a kisse, or smile,
And leave behinde an angry grieving blush;
But time nor fate can part us joyned thus.

SONNET

SET BY MR. WILLIAM LAWES

W

v

- I
H EN I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare,

I lov’d, I lov'd thee best,

I swore as I profest.
For all the while you lasted warme and pure,

My oathes too did endure.
But once turn'd faithlesse to thy selfe and old
They then with thee incessantly grew cold.

II

I swore my selfe thy sacrifice
By th’ ebon bowes that guard thine eyes,

Which now are alter'd white,

And by the glorious light
Of both those stars, which of their spheres bereft,

Only the gellie's left.
Then changed thus, no more I'm bound to you,
Then swearing to a saint that proves untrue.

LUCASTA WEEPING

SONG
SET BY MR. JOHN LANEERE

TUCASTA wept, and still the bright

L Inamour'd god of day, With his soft handkercher of light,

Kist the wet pearles away.

II But when her teares his heat or’ecame,

In cloudes he quensht his beames, And griev'd, wept out his eye of flame,

So drowned her sad streames.

III

At this she smiled, when straight the sun

Cleer'd by her kinde desires; And by her eyes reflexion

Fast kindld there his fires.

TO LUCASTA. FROM PRISON

AN EPODE

TONG in thy shackels, liberty

I ask not from these walls, but thee; Left for awhile anothers bride, To fancy all the world beside.

II
Yet e're I doe begin to love,
See, how I all my objects prove;
Then my free soule to that confine,
'Twere possible I might call mine.

III

First I would be in love with Peace,
And her rich swelling breasts increase;
But how, alas! how may that be,
Despising earth, she will love me?

IV
Faine would I be in love with War,
As my deare just avenging star;