Like those who, by harmony,
Only can be throughly cured.

V

Sweet, sure, was that malady,

Whilst the pleasant angel hover'd, Which ceasing they are all, as I, Angry that they are recover'd.

VI

And as men in hospitals,

That are maim'd, are lodg'd and dined; But when once their danger fals,

Ah th' are healed to be pined!

VII

Fainting so, I might before

Sometime have the leave to hand her, But lusty, am beat out of dore,

And for Love compell'd to wander.

Um

頭

1

TO CHLOE

COURTING HER FOR HIS FRIEND

I

NHLOE, behold! againe I bowe:

Again possest, againe I woe;
From my heat hath taken fire

Damas, noble youth, and fries,
Gazing with one of mine eyes,
Damas, halfe of me expires:
Chloe, behold! Our fate's the same.

Or make me cinders too, or quench his flame.

II

I'd not be King, unlesse there sate

Lesse lords that shar'd with me in state
Who, by their cheaper coronets, know,
What glories from my diadem flow:
Its use and rate values the gem:

Pearles in their shells have no esteem;
And, I being sun within thy sphere,

'Tis my chiefe beauty thinner lights shine there.

III

The Us'rer heaps unto his store
By seeing others praise it more;

Who not for gaine or want doth covet,
But, 'cause another loves, doth love it:
Thus gluttons cloy'd afresh invite

Their gusts from some new appetite;
And after cloth remov'd, and meate,
Fall too againe by seeing others eate.

Un

GRATIANA

DAUNCING AND SINGING

I

EE! with what constant motion

SEE!

Even and glorious, as the sunne, Gratiana steeres that noble frame, Soft as her breast, sweet as her voyce, That gave each winding law and poyze, And swifter then the wings of Fame.

II

She beat the happy pavement

By such a starre-made firmament,

Which now no more the roofe envies; But swells up high with Atlas ev'n, Bearing the brighter, nobler Heav'n, And in her, all the Dieties.

III

Each step trod out a lovers thought
And the ambitious hopes he brought,

Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts, Such sweet command and gentle awe,

As when she ceas'd, we sighing saw
The floore lay pav'd with broken hearts.

IV

So did she move: so did she sing:
Like the harmonious spheres that bring
Unto their rounds their musick's ayd;
Which she performed such a way,
As all th' inamour'd world will say:
The Graces daunced, and Apollo play'd.