Some think to lose him By having him confined; Poor thing! to be blind; He will find out his way. You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist; Or you may inveigle The Phoenix of the east; If the earth it should part him, Love will lend wings to follow, There is no striving To cross his intent; There is no contriving 32 40 48 But if once the message greet him That his True Love doth stay, Early 17th Cent. 56 Anonymous. TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA YE blushing virgins happy are In the chaste nunnery of her breastsFor he'd profane so chaste a fair, Whoe'er should call them Cupid's nests. Transplanted thus how bright ye grow! In those white cloisters live secure From the rude blasts of wanton breath!Each hour more innocent and pure, Till you shall wither into death. Then that which living gave you room, 1634. 12 16 WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS WHOE'ER She be- That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me: Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth, And teach her fair steps to our earth: Till that divine Idea take a shrine 3 9 Of crystal flesh, through which to shine: 12 Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses. I wish her Beauty, That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie: 15 18 Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan. A Face, that 's best 21 By its own beauty drest, And can alone commend the rest. 24 A Face, made up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. 27 A Cheek, where youth And blood, with pen of truth, Write what the reader sweetly ru'th. A Cheek, where grows More than a morning rose, 30 The neighbour diamond, and outfaces Tresses, that wear Jewels but to declare How much themselves more precious are: 45 Whose native ray Can tame the wanton day Of gems that in their bright shades play. 48 Each ruby there, Or pearl that dare appear, Be its own blush, be its own tear. A well-tamed Heart, For whose more noble smart 51 Joys, that confess Virtue their mistress, And have no other head to dress. 66 |