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Oh then be wise! and, whilst your season
Persuasions to enjoy.
If the quick spirits in your eye
Then, Celia, let us reap our joys,
Or, if that golden fleece must grow
Thus either Time his sickle brings
GOOD COUNSEL TO A YOUNG MAID.
When you the sun-burnt pilgrim see,
Fainting with thirst, haste to the springs ; ·Mark how, at first with bended knee,
He courts the chrystal nymphs, and AlingsHis body to the earth, where he Prostrate adores the flowing deity.
But when his sweaty face is drench'd
In her cool waves ; when from her sweet Bosom his burning thirst is quench’d,
Then mark how with disdainful feet He kicks her banks, and from the place, That thus refresh'd him, moves with sullen pace.
So shalt thou be despis’d, fair maid,
When by the sated lover tasted ; What first he did with tears invade,
Shall afterwards with scorn be wasted : '. When all thy virgin springs grow dry, : .. When no streams shall be left, but in thine eye.
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Fuel to maintain his fires;
But a smooth and stedfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combin’d,
Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Ask me why I send you here
AMONGST the myrtles as I walk'd,
“ Thou fool,” said love, « know’st thou not this, « In every thing that's good she is ? “ In yonder tulip go and seek, “ There thou may’st find her lip, her cheek :
“ In yon enamell’d pansy by,
“ 'Tis true,” said I; and thereupon
. With that I stopt: said love, “ These be,
“ Fond man, resemblances of thee; “ And, as these flowers, thy joys shall die, « Ev'n in the twinkling of an eye:
“ And all thy hopes of her shall wither “ Like those short sweets thus knit together.”
Good Counsel to a Young Maid.
Let thy faithful chrystal show
Love, that in those smooth streams lies,