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My love, I cannot thy rare beauties place
Under those forms which many writers use; Some, like to stones compare their mistress' face,
Some in the name of flow’rs their love abuse; Some make their love a goldsmith's shop to be,
Where orient pearls and precious stones abound: In my conceit these far do disagree,
The perfect praise of beauty forth to sound. O Chloris ! thou dost imitate thyself,
Self-imitating passeth precious stones; For all the Eastern Indian golden pelf,
Thy red and white with purest fair atones. Matchless for beauty, Nature hath thee framed, Only unkind and cruel art thou named.
Was born in 1573, and died in 1631. His biographer, Isaac
Walton, represents his oratory in the pulpit as extremely edifying; and Dryden was of opinion that his Satires “ when “ translated into numbers, and English,” would be generally admired. As Pope has thus translated them, every reader is able to form his own judgment on the truth of this opinion. His poems were printed together in one volume duodecimo. London, 1719.
Go, and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot ;
What wind i
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible, go see ;
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee : Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befel thee,
If thou find’st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go,
Tho' at next door we might meet. Though she were true when you met her, And last till you write your letter,
I never stoop'd so low as they
For sense and understanding may Know what gives fuel to their fire. My love, tho’ silly, is more brave, For, may I miss whene'er I crave, If I know yet what I would have.
· Born in 1574, and died in 1637.
Come, my Celia, let us prove,