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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.
TO CHLOE, COURTING HER FOR HIS FRIEND.
I. Chloe, behold! againe I bowe: Againe possest, againe I woe; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries,<36.1> 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<36.2> 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.
<36.1> This is not unfrequently used in old writers in the sense of BURN:--
"But Lucilla, who now began to frie in the flames of love, all the company being departed," &c.--Lyly's EUPHUES, 1579, sig. c v. verso.
"My lady-mistresse cast an amourous eye Upon my forme, which her affections drew, Shee was Love's martyr, and in flames did frye." EGYPT'S FAVORITE. THE HISTORIE OF JOSEPH. By Sir F. Hubert, 1631, sig. C.
<36.2> The estimation in which it is held, its marketable worth.
GRATIANA DAUNCING AND SINGING.
I. See! with what constant motion 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.
AMYNTOR'S GROVE,<37.1> HIS CHLORIS, ARIGO,<37.2> AND GRATIANA. AN ELOGIE.
It was<37.3> Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris For ever ecchoes, and her glories; Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse, That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse; Her breath, like to the whispering winde, Was calme as thought, sweet as her minde; Her lips like coral gates kept in The perfume and<37.4> the pearle within; Her eyes a double-flaming torch That alwayes shine, and never scorch; Her<37.5> selfe the Heav'n in which did meet The all of bright, of faire and sweet. Here was I brought with that delight That seperated soules take flight; And when my reason call'd my sence Back somewhat from this excellence, That I could see, I did begin T' observe the curious ordering Of every roome, where 'ts hard to know, Which most excels in sent or show. Arabian gummes do breathe here forth, And th' East's come over to the North; The windes have brought their hyre<37.6> of sweet To see Amyntor Chloris greet; Balme and nard, and each perfume, To blesse this payre,<37.7> chafe and consume; And th' Phoenix, see! already fries! Her neast a fire in Chloris<37.8> eyes! Next<37.9> the great and
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.
TO CHLOE, COURTING HER FOR HIS FRIEND.
I. Chloe, behold! againe I bowe: Againe possest, againe I woe; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries,<36.1> 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<36.2> 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.
<36.1> This is not unfrequently used in old writers in the sense of BURN:--
"But Lucilla, who now began to frie in the flames of love, all the company being departed," &c.--Lyly's EUPHUES, 1579, sig. c v. verso.
"My lady-mistresse cast an amourous eye Upon my forme, which her affections drew, Shee was Love's martyr, and in flames did frye." EGYPT'S FAVORITE. THE HISTORIE OF JOSEPH. By Sir F. Hubert, 1631, sig. C.
<36.2> The estimation in which it is held, its marketable worth.
GRATIANA DAUNCING AND SINGING.
I. See! with what constant motion 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.
AMYNTOR'S GROVE,<37.1> HIS CHLORIS, ARIGO,<37.2> AND GRATIANA. AN ELOGIE.
It was<37.3> Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris For ever ecchoes, and her glories; Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse, That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse; Her breath, like to the whispering winde, Was calme as thought, sweet as her minde; Her lips like coral gates kept in The perfume and<37.4> the pearle within; Her eyes a double-flaming torch That alwayes shine, and never scorch; Her<37.5> selfe the Heav'n in which did meet The all of bright, of faire and sweet. Here was I brought with that delight That seperated soules take flight; And when my reason call'd my sence Back somewhat from this excellence, That I could see, I did begin T' observe the curious ordering Of every roome, where 'ts hard to know, Which most excels in sent or show. Arabian gummes do breathe here forth, And th' East's come over to the North; The windes have brought their hyre<37.6> of sweet To see Amyntor Chloris greet; Balme and nard, and each perfume, To blesse this payre,<37.7> chafe and consume; And th' Phoenix, see! already fries! Her neast a fire in Chloris<37.8> eyes! Next<37.9> the great and