THE SECULAR MASQUE. 1700. THE SONG OF DIANA. WITH horns and with hounds, I waken the day, And hie to the woodland-walks away; I tuck up my robe, and am buskined soon, And tie to my forehead a wexing moon. * I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox, And chase the wild goats o'er summits of rocks; With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky, And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry. SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE. 1636 LOVE IN A TUB. L BEAUTY NO ARMOUR AGAINST LOVE. ADIES, though to your conquering eyes And borrows those bright arms from you Yet you yourselves are not above Then wrack not lovers with disdain, *Wexing, or waxing, as Dryden has elsewhere employed it :- With chalk I first describe a circle here.' Tyrannic Love. × manniss ? THOMAS SHADWELL. 1640-1692. [SHADWELL'S plays abound in songs, but the bulk of them are too slovenly, frivolous, or licentious, to deserve preservation in a separate form. His comedies, admirable as pictures of contemporary meanness, supplied an appropriate setting for his coarse and reckless verses; but such pieces will not bear to be exhibited apart from the scenes for which they were designed. The following, however, may be accepted as characteristic of the time and the writer.] THE THE WOMAN CAPTAIN. THE ROARERS. HE king's most faithful subjects we We drink, to show our loyalty, And make his coffers full. Would all his subjects drink like us, More powerful and more prosperous THE AMOROUS BIGOT. LOVE IN YOUTH AND IN AGE. 'HE fire of love in youthful blood, THE Like what is kindled in brushwood, Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise, It crackles, and to vapour turns, But when crept into agèd veins It slowly burns, and long remains; * See ante, p. 147. Dryden, in his Vindication of the Duke of Guise, says that the only loyal service Shadwell could render the king was to increase the revenue by drinking. And with a sullen heat, Like fire in logs, it glows, and warms 'em long, THE TIMON OF ATHENS. DAWN OF MORNING. 'HE fringèd vallance of your eyes advance, He darts his beams on the lark's mossy house, SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 1639-1701. THE MULBERRY GARDEN. AB THE GROWTH OF LOVE. H Chloris! that I now could sit Your infant beauty could beget When I the dawn used to admire, Your charms in harmless childhood lay, But as your charms insensibly My passion with your beauty grew, Each gloried in their wanton part: To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art— Though now I slowly bend to love, If your fair self my chains approve, Lovers, like dying men, may well Since none alive can truly tell What fortune they must see. 251 TOM D'URFEY. 1723. THE COMICAL HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE. STILL WATER. AMON let a friend advise ye, DAMO Follow Clores though she flies ye, Women's rage, like shallow water, Let me tell the adventurous stranger, Stillness shows our depth and cunning: Only shows her fine dissembling; Thinks ye fools, and so will use ye. THE MODERN PROPHETS; OR, NEW WIT FOR A HUSBAND. I THE FOP OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. HATE a fop that at his glass sits prinking half the With a sallow, frowsy, olive-coloured face, And a powdered peruke hanging to his waist; Who with ogling imagines to possess, Does cringe and scrape, But nothing has to say: Or if the courtship's fine, He'll only cant and whine, [day, And in confounded poetry, he'll goblins make divine. |