but many harts may be perhaps alike: Therefore of mine, the proper markes, are theise. It hath no wings, because it needeth none, Faine would I find it where it doth remaine, UPON A PAIRE OF GARTERS. Go loveinge woode-bynde, clip with louely grace, those two sweet plants which beare ye flowers of loue ; Go silken vines, those tender elmes embrace, Which flourish still, although their roots doe moue. As soone as you possess your blessed places, You are advanced and ennobled more Sweete bands, take heed lest you vnge[n]tly bynd, [TO HIS LADY-LOVE.] IN this sweete booke, ye treasury of witt, IN All virtues, beautyes, passions, written be In her calme thoughts can no impression make: [TOBACCO.] HOMER of Moly and Nepenthe singes: Moly, the gods most soveraigne hearbe divine. Nepenth Hellen's drink, which gladnes brings,— Hart's greife repells, and doth ye witts refine. But this our age another world hath found, From whence an hearbe of heavenly power is brought : Moly is not soe soveraigne for a wound Nor hath Nepenth[e] so great wonders wrought. It is tobacco: whose sweete subtile fume 6 Cf. Harleian MS. lines Of Tobacco' in Epigrams pp. 32-35, ante. G. 7 Miswritten 'Honnour.' G. 3 Cf. an Epigram Of Tobacco,' 36. The first edition thereof in its reading 'Hekens' is an obvious misprint, probably through Davies' ill writing. The reading here 'Nepen ye Hellens' in the MS. is a scribe's misreading of 'Nepenthe Hellen's '—he having taken the ending 'the' for the article. Both point to the true reading, 'Nepenthe Helen's drink.' It is impossible that a scholar like Davies could have supposed 'Nepenthe' to be the drink of the gods, and equally impossible that he could have thought it drink of the Hellenes. G. 9 Rheum. G. 1 The handwriting of the six preceding pieces seems to be the ELEGIES OF LOUE. LIKE as the diuers-fretchled2 Butter-flye, When Winter's frost is fallne upon his winge, Hath onely left life's possibility, and lies halfe dead untill the cherefull Spring: But then the Sunne from his all-quickning eye, Which3 with kinde heate, doth warme the frozen flye and with newe spirit his little breast inspire: Then doth hee lightly rise and spread his winges, Soe my gaye Muse, which did my heart possesse, Which cleard my forehead with her cheerefullnes and gaue a liuely warmth unto my brayne: 2 =freckled? G. 3 Miswritten with which.' G. 6 4 Miswritten 'they.' G. With sadder studye, and with graue conceite Long in that senseles sleepe congeald shee laye, Did cast into my eyes a subtile beame, Soe that shee now begins to raise her eyes Although at first shee bee not full so gaye. See Vol. I., p. 160, and related Note in Post6 Sic not peircinge. G. |