THE WHITE ISLAND. N this world, the isle of dreams, But when once from hence we fly, Uniting In that Whiter Island, where Things are evermore sincere, Candour here and lustre there Delighting; There no monstrous fancies shall Out of hell a horror call, Or create, or cause at all Affrighting. There, in calm and cooling sleep Attending Pleasures, such as shall pursue Have ending. (Herrick.) L ON A LADY THAT DIED IN CHILD-BED. S gillyflowers do but stay To blow, and seed, and so away; So you, sweet Lady, sweet as May, The garden's glory lived a while, To lend the world your scent and smile; Sweet as yourself and newly blown, (Herrick.) ON A VIRGIN. ERE a solemn fast we keep, Hushed be all things, no noise here But the toning of a tear, Or a sigh of such as bring (Herrick.) TO HIS WINDING-SHEET. OME thou, who art the wine and wit The grace, the glory, and the best Thou art of what I did intend The all, and end; And what was made, was made to meet Come then, and be to my chaste side We two, as reliques left, will hav One rest, one grave; And, hugging close, we will not fear Where all desires are dead, or cold And all affections are forgot, Or trouble not. Here, here the slaves and prisoners be And weeping widows, long opprest, |