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Homesickness

I knew a strong man,
And he dwelt mid the hills where the swift streams ran,
For he loved to live where his life began.
But they took him away, and made him abide
Where the great streets darken and chafe and chide
With their ceaseless tide,
And he mourned for the hills which mourned for the man,
So he sickened and died.

I knew a weak bird,
And she sang in the woods where her song was first heard,
For she loved the bowers by her young wing stirred.
But they caught her away, and made her abide
In a cage where she sang not, but often cried

Remedia Amoris

Love , and the Gout invade the idle Brain,
Bus'ness prevents the Passion, and the Pain:
Ceres, and Bacchus, envious of our Ease,
Blow up the Flame, and heighten the Disease.
Withdraw the Fewel, and the Fire goes out;
Hard Beds, and Fasting, cure both Love and Gout.

The Power of Love over Gods Them Selves

For love Appollo (his Godhead set aside)
Was servant to the kyng of Thessaley,
Whose daughter was so pleasant in his eye,
That bothe his harpe and sawtrey he defide,
And bagpipe solace of the rurall bride,
Did puffe and blowe and on the holtes hy,
His cattell kept with that rude melody.
And oft eke him that doth the heavens gyde
Hath love transformed to shapes for him too base.
Transmuted thus sometime a swan is he,
Leda taccoye, and oft Europe to please,
A milde white bull, unwrinckled front and face,

Sulpicia to Cerinthus

I'm weary of this tedious dull deceit;
Myself I torture, while the world I cheat.
Tho' Prudence bids me strive to guard my flame,
Love sees the low hypocrisy with shame;
Love bids me all confess, and call thee mine,
Worthy my heart, as I am worthy thine:
Weakness for thee I will no longer hide;
Weakness for thee is woman's noblest pride.

When summer even softly dies

When summer even softly dies,
When summer winds are free,
A thousand lamps, a thousand eyes,
Shall glimmer in the sea:
O look how large, behind, below,
The lucid creatures glance and glow!
They strew with soft and fiery foam
Her streaming way from home to home.

So shines the deep, but high above,
Beyond the cloudy bars,
The old infinity of love
Looks silent from the stars:—
When parted friends no more avail
Those sleepless watchers shall not fail,
They learn her looks, they list her sighs,

To his Friend in Love with a young Girl

Thy Heifer, Friend, is hardly broak,
Her Neck uneasy to the Yoke;
She cannot draw the Plough, nor bear
The weight of the obliging Steer:
In flowry Meads is her Delight,
Those charm her Tast and please her sight:
Or else she flies the burning Beams
To quench her Thirst in cooler Streams;
Or with the Calves thro Pastures plays,
And wantons all her easy days:
Forbear, design no hasty Rape
On such a green, untimely Grape:
Soon ruddy Autumn will produce
Plump Clusters, ripe, and fit to use;
She now that flies, shall then pursue,

Weep, weep, ye Loves and Cupids all

Weep, weep, ye Loves and Cupids all,
And ilka Man o' decent feelin':
My lassie's lost her wee, wee bird,
And that's a loss, ye'll ken, past healin'.

The lassie lo'ed him like her een:
The darling wee thing lo'ed the ither,
And knew and nestled to her breast,
As ony bairnie to her mither.

Her bosom was his dear, dear haunt —
So dear, he cared na lang to leave it;
He'd nae but gang his ain sma' jaunt,
And flutter piping back bereavit.

The wee thing's gane the shadowy road
That's never travelled back by ony:

To Lysander, on Some Verses Be Writ, and Asking More for His Heart

I

Take back that Heart, you with such Caution give,
Take the fond valu'd Trifle back;
I hate Love-Merchants that a Trade wou'd drive;
And meanly cunning Bargains make.

II

I care not how the busy Market goes,
And scorn to Chaffer for a price:
Love does one Staple Rate on all impose,
Nor leaves it to the Traders Choice.

III

A Heart requires a Heart Unfeign'd and True,