IN From Luminalia, or the Festival of Light. Personated in a Masque at Court, 1637. THE SONG OF NIGHT. N wet and cloudy mists I slowly rise, Th' advent'rous merchant and the mariner, The studious that consume their brains and sight Th' ambitious toiling statesman that prepares Not measures day by hours, but by his cares; Then why, when my slow chariot used to climb, As if my empire did usurp their time, And hours were lost when spent in sleep? I come to ease their labours and prevent The inmost rottenness remains behind. 2. Vermin now insulting lie, And dig for diamonds in each eye ; On that tongue, his people's law. Chorus. Fools, ah fools, are we, who so contrive, In each gaudy ornament, Who shall his corpse in the best dish present. N From RICHARD BROME'S Northern Lass, 1632. HUMILITY. OR Love nor Fate dare I accuse For that my love did me refuse, Oh had I wisely given my heart Of foot, of hand, of lip, or eye,— I might have lived where now I die : A From RICHARD BROME'S THE MERRY BEGGARS. OME, come away! the spring, Co By every bird that can but sing Who in her sweetness strives t'outdo The loudness of the hoarse cuckoo. "Cuckoo,” cries he; “Jug, jug, jug,” sings she ; From bush to bush, from tree to tree : Come away! why do we stay? 1 Delay, hinder. Р From WILLIAM STRODE'S The Floating Island, 1655.1 ADONIS' GOOD-NIGHT. NCE Venus' cheeks, that shamed the morn, ONCE Their hue let fall; Her lips, that winter had out-borne, In June looked pale. Her heat grew cold, her nectar dry; No juice she had but in her eye From ROBERT DAVENPORT'S King John and Matilda, 1655.2 A REQUIEM. MATILDA, now go take thy bed In the dark dwellings of the dead; And rise in the great waking day, Sweet as incense, fresh as May. Rest thou, chaste soul, fixed in thy proper sphere, Amongst Heaven's fair ones; all are fair ones there. Chorus. Rest there, chaste soul, whilst we here troubled say "Time gives us griefs, Death takes our joys away." 1 Acted by the students of Christ Church in 1636. 2 Written before 1639. |