When in reafon it were fit

They had wealth unto their wit?

Should I spend the morn in tears,
'Cause I see my neighbour's ears
Stand fo flopewife from his head,
As if they were horns indeed?
Or to fee his wife at once

Branch his brow and break his fconce,

Or to hear her in her spleen
Callet like a butter-quean?

Should I figh, because I see
Laws like fpider-webs to be,
Where leffer flies are quickly ta'en,
While the great break out again;
Or fo many fchifms and fects,
Which foul heresy detects,
To fupprefs the fire of zeal

Both in church and common-weal?

No, there's nought on earth I fear
That may force from me one tear.
Lofs of honours, freedom, health,
Or that mortal idol, wealth;
With thefe, babes may grieved be,
But they have no pow'r on me.
Lefs my fubftance, lefs the share
my fear and in my care.

In

Thus to love, and thus to live, Thus to take, and thus to give, Thus to laugh, and thus to fing, Thus to mount on pleasure's wing, Thus to sport, and thus to speed, Thus to flourish, nourish, feed, Thus to fpend, and thus to spare, Is to bid a fig for care.

RICHARD LOVELACE.

SONG.

WHY doft thou fay I am forfworn,
Since thine I vow'd to be?
Lady, it is already morn;

It was last night I swore to thee
That fond impoffibility.

Yet have I lov'd thee well, and long;
A tedious twelve-hours' space!
I should all other beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new embrace,
Did I ftill doat upon that face.

SONG.

AMARANTHA, fweet and fair,
Ah! braid no more that shining hair;
As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee, let it fly.

Let it fly as unconfin'd

As its calm ravisher the wind;
Who hath left his darling eaft
To wanton o'er that spicy neft.

Every trefs, must be confeft,
But neatly tangled at the beft;
Like a clew of golden thread,
Moft excellently ravelled.

Do not then bind up that light
In ribands, and o'ercloud in night,
But, like the fun in 's early ray,
Shake your head, and scatter day!

TELL

SONG.

ELL me not, fweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery

Of thy chafte breaft and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly;

True, a new mistress now I chace, The first foe in the field;

And, with a stronger faith embrace A fword, a horse, a fhield.

Yet this inconftancy is such
As you too fhall adore,

I could not love you, dear, fo much,
Lov'd I not honour more.

SONG.

WHEN I by thy fair shape did fwear
(And mingled with each vow a tear)
I lov❜d, I lov'd thee best;

I fwore as I profest;

For all the while you

lafted warm and pure

My oaths too did endure;

But once turn'd faithless to thyself, and old, They then with thee inceffantly grew cold.

SONNET.

WHEN love, with unconfined wings,

Hovers within my gates; And my divine Althea brings

To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no fuch liberty.

When flowing cups run fwiftly round,

With no allaying Thames,

Our careless heads with rofes crown'd,
Our hearts with loyal flames;