DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It would not withered be; Since then it grows and smells, I swear, :0: JOHN LYLY. 1554-1600. SONG. O CUPID, monarch over kings, It is all one in Venus' wanton school, Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; The master saw the madness rise; He sung Darius great and good, Fallen from his high estate, With downcast look the joyless victor Revolving in his altered soul And now and then a sigh he stole, The mighty master smiled, to see Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause; So love was crowned, but music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Who caused his care, [looked, And sighed and looked, sighed and Sighed and looked, and sighed again: At length, with love and wine at once oppressed, The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast. Now, strike the golden lyre again; And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. "Revenge! revenge " Timotheus cries, "See the furies arise! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! [slain, By Lucy warned, of flattering swains Of vengeance due to broken vows, Three times all in the dead of night Too well the love-lorn maiden knew "I hear a voice you cannot hear, "By a false heart and broken vows In early youth I die. Was I to blame because his bride [borne She spoke; she died. Her corpse was She in her winding sheet. Then what were perjured Colin's thoughts? How were these nuptials kept? The bridesmen flocked round Lucy dead, Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, The damps of death bedewed his brow; From the vain bride, ah! bride no more! The varying crimson fled, When stretched before her rival's corpse She saw her husband dead. I gae then, my love, to win honour and fame! [hame, And if I should chance to come glorious I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, [more. And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no -:0: JOHN GAY. 1688-1732. BLACK-EYED SUSAN. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored, William, then high upon the yard, Rocked with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sighed, and cast his eyes below; The cord slides quickly through his glowing hands, [stands. And, quick as lightning, on the deck he |