ACT . IV. S CEN. VI.

Lucasia, Eumela, Charistus, Olyndus. Luc .

I must confess, had not this Action been
Tainted with private Interest, but born
From zeal unto the Publique, then it might
Have been read Valour, as it is, it will
Be stil'd but Fury. Eum .
Madam it had then
Been only Valour, now 'tis Love and Valour. Luc .
Where those Religious Names, King, Country, Father,
Are trampled over, can you call it Valour? Cha .
If trampled o'r for you. To hazard all
These holy Names, of Subject unto King,

A pomegranate opened its mouth, mad love

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.

All ye that lovely lovers be,
Pray you for me;
Lo, here we come a-sowing, a-sowing,
And sow sweet fruits of love;
In your sweet hearts well may it prove!

Lo, here we come a-reaping, a-reaping,
To reap our harvest-fruit!
And thus we pass the year so long,
And never be we mute.

You read it in these spell-bound eyes,
And there alone should love be read;
You hear me say it all in sighs,
And thus alone should love be said.

Then dread no more; I will not speak;
Although my heart to anguish thrill,
I'll spare the burning of your cheek,
And look it all in silence still.

Heard you the wish I dared to name,
To murmur on that luckless night.
When passion broke the bonds of shame,

II

Years have flown since I knew thee first,
And I know thee as water is known of thirst;
Yet I knew thee of old at the first sweet sight,
And thou art strange to me, Love, tonight.

Spring all the Graces of the age,
—And all the Loves of time;
Bring all the pleasures of the stage,
—And relishes of rhyme;
Add all the softnesses of courts,
The looks, the laughters, and the sports:
And mingle all their sweets and salts
That none may say, the Triumph halts.

Spring all the Graces of the age,
—And all the Loves of time;
Bring all the pleasures of the stage,
—And relishes of rhyme;
Add all the softnesses of courts,
The looks, the laughters, and the sports:
And mingle all their sweets and salts

Facing you, on the wall, across from your bed:
mountains like skinny bones,
rising loftily above table and desk.
Half the wall covered with craggy peaks and valleys;
seriously ill, you still loved the mountains

Sums up Love, Life, Liberation, Etc.

The world is hungry for Beauty;
With eager and terrible eyes
It strains to its passionate bosom
Each tawdry and tender surprise.

Common and liberal and holy,
The songs of its spirit ascend —
Lavish and casual and conquering,
Reckless and glad — at the end!

After a Titanic Struggle, Gives Birth to An Epigram .

When royal Love designs to visit Man
He dons his purple robes, his crown of fire;
And, with a treasure-laden caravan,
He smiles and goes — accompanied by Desire.

But, when Love designs to come to Woman, he
Puts off his royal vestments, leaves his throne;
And with nor pride nor pompous pageantry,
He goes — so every woman says, — alone.