C. ORSAMES' SONG. SIR JOHN SUCKLING, 1609-1641. WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her : The devil take her ! CI. H SONG. ONEST lover whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wavering thought, if thy flame Were not still even, still the same: Know this, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when she appears i' the room Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, And in striving this to cover Dost not speak thy words twice over, Know this, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If fondly thou dost not mistake, Persuad'st thyself that jests are broken When she hath little or nothing spoken, Know this, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thou appear'st to be within To what was asked thee, properly, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thy stomach calls to eat And with much gazing on her face Dost not rise hungry from the place, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, H CII. RICHARD CRASHAW, ON THE ASSUMPTION. 1612-1649. ARK! she is called, the parting hour is come; Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. A piece of heavenly earth; purer and brighter Than the chaste stars, whose choice lamps come to light her, Whil'st through the crystal orbs, clearer than they, Come away, my dove, Cast off delay; The court of heaven is come To wait upon thee home; Come, come away! |