No grape that 's kindly ripe could be So round, so plump, so soft as she, Nor half so full of juice. Her finger was so small, the ring Her feet beneath her petticoat, But O, she dances such a way! Is half so fine a sight. Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; Who sees them is undone; For streaks of red were mingled there, The side that 's next the sun. Her lips were red; and one was thin, Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, 1 SIR JOHN SUCKLING. Be Gentlemen of England. YE gentlemen of England And they will plainly show When the stormy winds do blow. If enemies oppose us When England is at war With any foreign nation, We fear not wound or scar; Our roaring guns shall teach 'em Our valor for to know, Whilst they reel on the keel, And the stormy winds do blow. Then courage, all brave mariners, To fetch them wealth, we know; Then be bold-work for gold, When the stormy winds do blow. MARTYN PARKER Song. Love still has something of the sea, They are becalmed in clearest days, One while they seem to touch the port, At first disdain and pride they fear, By such degrees to joy they come, 'T is cruel to prolong a pain; An hundred thousand oaths your fears, And if I gazed a thousand years, I could not deeper love. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY My Dear and Only Love. PART FIRST. My dear and only love, I pray, This noble world of thee Be governed by no other sway For if confusion have a part, Like Alexander I will reign, My thoughts shall evermore disdain He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all. But I must rule and govern still But 'gainst my battery if I find Thou shun'st the prize so sore As that thou set'st me up a blind, I'll never love thee more. If in the empire of thy heart, And go on such a score, But if thou wilt be constant then, I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee evermore. PART SECOND. My dear and only love, take heed, Lest thou thyself expose, A marble wall then build about, But if thou let thy heart fly out, Let not their oaths, like volleys shot, Nor smoothness of their language plot For if such smoke about thee fume, I think thy virtues be too strong Those victualed by my love so long, Or if by fraud, or by consent, Nor march by tuck of drum; But hold my arms, like ensigns, up, |