COYNESS. [In the same Collection.] [From 6 stanzas.] NAY, I confess I should despise A too, too easy gotten prize! If thou would'st have me still love on With all the flames I first begun, Then you must still as scornful be: For, if you once but burn like me, My flames will languish and be gone, Like fire that's shin'd on by the sun. Nor lay these arts too soon aside, ANTIENT SONG. [From Dryden's Collection.] A SILLY shepherd woo'd, but wist not Time perpetually is changing; A woman's fancy's like a fever, Or an ague, that doth come by fits; Hot, and cold, but constant never, Even as the pleasant humour hits. Sick, and well again, and well, and sick, In love it is a woman's trick. Now she will, and now she will not, Put her to the trial, if once she smile; Silly youth, thy fortune spill not, Lingering labours oft themselves beguile, He that knocks, and can't get in, His pick-lock is not worth a pin, A woman's nay is no denial, Silly youths of love are served so. Put her to a farther trial, Haply she'll take it, and say no. For 'tis a trick which women use, What they love they will refuse. Silly youth, why dost thou dally? Then never stand" Sweet, shall I ? shall I ?” Nor too much commend an after wit; For he that will not when he may, When he will he shall have nay. HUE AND CRY AFTER CHLORIS. [From "Select Ayres," printed for J. Playford, 1669.] TELL me, ye wandering spirits of the air, Go search the valleys, pluck up every rose,- Go, call the echoes to your aid, and cry, Chloris! Chloris! for that's her name for whom I die! But stay awhile, I have inform'd you ill; Were she on earth, she had been with me still: Go, fly to heaven, examine every sphere, And try what star hath lately lighted there. Fall down, fall down, and worship it, for that is she! |