ALLEGORY OF HIS LOVE TO A SHIP.

By the same.

THE soldier worn with wars delights in peace,

The pilgrim in his ease, when toils are past,
The ship to gain the port, when storms do cease,
And I rejoice discharg'd from Love at last.

Whom while I serv'd; peace, rest, and land I lost,
With wars, with toils, with storms, worn, tir'd, and tost.

Sweet Liberty now gives me leave to sing,

What world it was, where Love the rule did bear;
How foolish Chance by lots rul'd ev'ry thing,
How Error was man-sail," each wave a tear:

The master Love himself, deep sighs were wind,
Cares row'd with vows, the ship a pensive mind. *

False Hope they helm, oft turn'd the ship2 about,
And contant aa Faith stood up for middle mast;

This is No lxxxv. and we are told: "The chiefest substance of this sonnet is borrowed out of certain Latin verses of Strozza, a nobleman of Italy, and one of the best poets in all his age: who, in describing metaphorically, to his friend Antonius, the true form of his amorous estate, writeth thus:

"Unda hic sunt Lachrimæ, venti suspiria, Remi

Vota, error velum, mens malesana Ratis;

Spes

Cura Comites, Constantia Amoris

Est malus, Dolor est Anchora, Nauita Amor," &c.

Despair the cable wished bb all with doubt,
Held griping Grief the piked anchor fast:
Beauty was all the rocks, but I at last,
Have gain'd the port, and now my love is past. cc

EXECRATION OF HIS PASSED LOVE.da

By the same.

I

CURSE the time, wherein these lips of mine,
Did pray or praise the Dame that was unkind:
I curse my ink, my paper, and each line, e e
My hand hath writ, in hope to move ff her mind.
I curse her hollow heart, and flattering eyes,
Whose sly deceits did cause my mourning cries.

bb Twisted. Watson.

ce Am now twice free, and all my love is past, ib.

dd No xciv. and "In this passion the Author hath but augmented the invention of Seraphine, where he writeth in this manner:

"Biastemo quando mai le labbra apersi

Per dar nome a costei, che accio me induce,
Biastemo il tempo, et quanti giorni ho poesi
A seguitar si tenebrosa luce:

Biastemo charta, inchiostro, e versi,

El quanto Amor per me fama gliaduce;
Biastemo quando mai la vidi anchora,

El mese, l'anno, et giorno, el punto, et l' hora."

** I curse both leaf, and ink, and every line. Watson.

ff Please, 3d and 4th.

I curse the sugared speech and Syren's song,
Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine ear:
I curse my foolish will that staid so long,
And took delight to 'bides 'twixt Hope and Fear:
I curse the hour wherein I first began,
By loving looks to prove a witless man.

I curse those days which I have spent in vain,
In loving one ungrateful and unkind:
I curse the bow and shafts that bred my pain,
And Love I curse, that archer nak'd and blind:
But on that hour that my fond love did h1 end,
Millions of blessings I will ever spend. ii

5 To 'bide, omitted 4th.

hh Doth, 4th.

ii I curse those days which I have spent in vain,

By serving such an one as reeks no right:
I curse each cause of all my secret pain,
Though Love to hear the same have small delight:
And since the heav'ns my freedom now restore,
Henceforth I'll live at ease, and love no more.

Watson.

UPON HIS LADY'S SICKNESS OF THE SMALLkk POX.

By Thomas Spilman.*

CRUEL and unpartial Sickness,

Sword of that arch-monarch Death,
That subdues all strength by weakness,
Whom all kings pay tribute, breath.

Are not these thy steps I track,
In the pure snow of her face,
When thou did'st attempt to sack
Her life's fortress, and it raze?

Th' heavenly honey thou did'st suck,
From her rose cheeks might suffice;
Why then did'st thou mar, and pluck
Those dear flowers of rarest price?

Mean'st thou thy Lord to present
With those rich spoils and adorn,
Leaving me them to lament,

And in ink's black tears thus mourn?

No: I'll in my bosom wear them,

And close lock them in my heart: '

Thence, nor time, nor death, shall bear them,
Till I from myself do part.

kk Small omitted 4th.

* Omitted 4th.

ANACREON'S SECOND ODE.

By the same. *

NATURE
ATURE in her work doth give,
To each thing that by her do live,
A proper gift, whereby she may
Prevent in time her own decay.
The bull a horn, the horse a hoof,
The light-foot hare to run aloof:
The lion's strength.who may resist,
The birds aloft fly where they list.
The fish swims safe in waters deep,
The silly worm at least can creep:
What is to come, men can forecast,
And learn more wit by that is past:
The woman's gift, what might it be,
The same for which the ladies three,
Pallas, Juno, Venus strave,

When each desired it to have.