THE BOLDNESS OF HUMILITY. 145 THE BOLDNESS OF HUMILITY. By Heaven! I'll tell her boldly that 't is she! The gods may give their altars o'er,— The lightning, which tall oaks oppose in vain, Her power by this does greater show, Who at such distance gives so sure a blow. Compared with her all things so worthless prove, She like a deity is grown, That must create, or else must be alone. If there be man who thinks himself so high He deserves her less than I; For he would cheat for his relief, And one would give with lesser grief To an undeserving beggar than a thief. A. Cooley Elder Poets. 10 146 SWEET-AND-TWENTY. SWEET-AND-TWENTY. O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? Trip no further, pretty sweeting; What is love? 'tis not hereafter; W. Shakespeare. COUNSEL TO GIRLS. 147 COUNSEL TO GIRLS. GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The sooner will his race be run, That age is best which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time; R. Herrick. 148 FAIR AND FALSE. FAIR AND FALSE. IF thou beest born to strange sights, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till age snow white hairs on thee; No where, Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet;— Yet do not! I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Yet she, Will be, False ere I come, to two or three! Dr. J. Donne. ADVICE TO A LOVER. 149 ADVICE TO A LOVER. WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Will, when speaking well can't win her, 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. Sir John Suckling. |