DAVID MURRAY. [From his "Cœlia," 1611, consisting of sonnets and epitaphs, annexed to "the Tragical Death of Sophonisba," a poem. See Campbell's Introduction to the History of Poetry in Scotland, p. 130.] TO AURORA. PALE sad Aurora, leave thy showers to rain, SONNET XX. PONDER thy cares, and sum them all in one, groan: Remember on thy grief conceived by day, That she may see if yet more ills remain GEORGE WITHER. This poet was born in 1588, and died in 1667. He was a most voluminous writer; but no complete edition of his works was ever published, although no author perhaps was ever more admired by his contemporaries. A list of his pieces is given in Wood's account of his life, (Ath. Vol. II. page 391.) and at the end of a small pamphlet called "Extracts from Juvenilia, &c. printed by George Bigg, 66 1785;" and a more complete catalogue at the end of "Fides Anglicana, 1662." [The following Extracts are all to be found in his "Mistresse "of Phil'arete," 1622; though in the first and seventh pieces, the text of the pirated edition (1620) has been sometimes preferred.] SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or my cheeks make pale with care, 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, Shall my foolish heart be pin'd, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die ? Those that bear a noble mind Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, Who without them dare to woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I though great she be? Great or good, or kind or fair, What care I for whom she be? AMARYLLIS I did woo, LORDLY gallants, tell me this: Though my safe content you weigh not, In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd, that I enjoy not? |