Part 41 (1/2)

THOMAS CAREW.

1589-1639.

_Disdain Returned_.

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.

_Conquest by Flight_.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love, that run away.

EDMUND WALLER.

1605-1687.

_Verses upon his Divine Poesy_.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through c.h.i.n.ks that time has made.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home.

_On a Girdle_.

A narrow compa.s.s! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.

_Go, Lovely Rose_.

How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

_To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing_.

The eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

MILTON.

1608-1674.