THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T.C. IN A SEE with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days! In the green grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers, and gives them names; And then does tell What colours best become them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause 30 35 400 CV. 5 10 15 O then let me in time compound Where I may see the glories from some shade. Mean time, whilst every verdant thing Reform the errors of the Spring; Make that the tulips may have share But most procure That violets may a longer age endure. But O young beauty of the woods, Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers, Gather the flowers, but spare the buds; 35 Lest FLORA, angry at thy crime To kill her infants in their prime, And ere we see Nip in the blossom-all our hopes and thee. 40 A. Marvell. XXII. CHILD AND MAIDEN. Aн, Chloris! could I now but sit As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty could beget No happiness or pain! CVI. I CANNOT change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn, Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you alone was born; No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move A surer way I'll try, And to revenge my slighted love, Will still live on, and die. 15 20 20 CVII. 5 XXIV. When, kill'd with grief, Amintas lies, And you to mind shall call The sighs that now unpitied rise, The tears that vainly fall, That welcome hour that ends his smart Will then begin your pain, For such a faithful tender heart Can never break in vain. J. Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. COUNSEL TO GIRLS. GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day 10 15 CVIII. The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, 5 The higher he's a getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; Then be not coy, but use your time; R. Herrick. 10 15 You meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies, What are you, when the Moon shall rise? 5 You curious chanters of the wood That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents; what's your praise 10 |