WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT. An author much admired by his cotemporaries. He died in 1643. His plays and poems were published in a volume octavo, in 1651. SONG IN THE LADY ERRANT. To carve our loves in myrtle rinds, This, this is what we may A lover's abfence say. LOVE BUT ONE. SEE these two little brooks that flowly creep But, fince it broke itself, and double glides, O Chloris, think how this presents thy love, We happy fhepherds thence did thrive, and 'prove, But fince 't hath been imparted to one more, But think withal what honour thou haft loft, Whilft now, that fwain that swears he loves thee most, FALSEHOOD. STILL do the ftars impart their light The ftreams ftill glide and constant are; Untrue I find, Which carelessly Neglects to be Like ftream or shadow, hand or ftar. LESBIA ON MIR SPARROW. TELL me not of joys, there's none Now my little fparrow's gone; He, juft as you, Would figh and woo, He would chirp and flatter me; He would hang the wing a while, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how fullen he would be! He would catch a crumb, and then Sporting let it go again; He from my lip, He would from my trencher feed, And cry Philip when h' had done; Oh! how eager would he fight, And ne'er hurt tho' he did bite; But on my glass He would fit, and mark and do What I did; now ruffle all His feathers o'er, now let them fall, And then straightway fleek them too. Where will Cupid get his darts Not love, convey; Oh! let mournful turtles join With loving redbreasts, and combine To fing dirges o'er his stone. SONG. WHILST early light fprings from the skies, A fairer from your bride doth rise; All o'er the bed, Clear fhame-fac'd beams, That spread in ftreams, And purple round the modeft air, I will not tell what fhrieks and cries, The lift'ning taper heard there fworn ; Most peevishly, Did yielding fight, To keep all night, What she'd have proffer'd you ere morn! Fair, we know maids do refuse To grant what they do come to lose ; They would be chastely ravished ; |