Children and fools the words repeat, But anch'rites pray in tears and sweat.

ELLINDA'S GLOVE

SONNET

I

TH

HOU snowy farme with thy five tenements!
Tell thy white mistris here was one,

That call'd to pay his dayly rents;

But she a-gathering flowr's and hearts is gone, And thou left voyd to rude possession.

II

But grieve not, pretty Ermin cabinet,
Thy alabaster lady will come home;
If not, what tenant can there fit

The slender turnings of thy narrow roome,
But must ejected be by his owne dombe?

III

Then give me leave to leave my rent with thee: Five kisses, one unto a place:

For though the lute's too high for me,

Yet servants, knowing minikin nor base,
Are still allow'd to fiddle with the case.

F

BEING TREATED

TO ELLINDA

OR cherries plenty, and for corans

Enough for fifty, were there more on's;
For elles of beere, flutes of canary,
That well did wash downe pasties-Mary;

For peason, chickens, sawces high,
Pig, and the widdow-venson-pye;
With certaine promise (to your brother)
Of the virginity of another,

Where it is thought I too may peepe in
With knuckles far as any deepe in;

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For glasses, heads, hands, bellies full
Of wine, and loyne right-worshipfull;
Whether all of, or more behind
Thankes freest, freshest, faire Ellinda.
Thankes for my visit not disdaining,
Or at the least thankes for your feigning;
For if your mercy doore were lockt-well,
I should be justly soundly knockt-well;
Cause that in dogrell I did mutter

Not one rhime to you from dam-Rotter.

Next beg I to present my duty
To pregnant sister in prime beauty,

Whom well I deeme (e're few months elder)
Will take out Hans from pretty Kelder,
And to the sweetly fayre Mabella,
A match that vies with Arabella;
In each respect but the misfortune,
Fortune, Fate, I thee importune.

Nor must I passe the lovely Alice, Whose health I'd quaffe in golden chalice; But since that Fate hath made me neuter, I only can in beaker pewter:

But who'd forget, or yet left un-sung

The doughty acts of George the yong-son?
Who yesterday to save his sister

paper,

Had slaine the snake, had he not mist her:
But I shall leave him, 'till a nag on
He gets to prosecute the dragon;
And then with helpe of sun and taper,
Fill with his deeds twelve reames of
That Amadis, Sir Guy, and Topaz
With his fleet neigher shall keep no-pace.
But now to close all I must switch-hard,
[Your] servant ever;
LOVELACE RICHARD

H

TO ELLINDA

VPON HIS LATE RECOVERY

A PARADOX

I

OW I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,

Go then, Destiny, and tell,

Very death is in this quicknes.

II

Such a fate rules over me,

That I glory when I languish,

And do blesse the remedy,

That doth feed, not quench my anguish.

III

'Twas a gentle warmth that ceas'd

In the vizard of a feavor;

But I feare now I am eas'd

All the flames, since I must leave her.

IV

Joyes, though witherd, circled me,

When unto her voice inured