The God of Love, who stood to hear him, (The God of Love was always near him,) Pleased and tickled with the sound, Sneez'd aloud; and all around The little Loves that waited by, "My little life! my all!" said she, "So may we ever servants be "To this best god, and ne'er regain "Our hated liberty again; "So may thy passion last for me, "As I a passion have for thee, "Greater and fiercer much than can "Be conceived by thee, a man ; "Into my marrow it has gone, "Fix'd and settled in the bone: "It reigns not only in my heart, "But runs, like life, through ev'ry part." She spoke; the God of Love aloud Of little Loves, that waited by, Bow'd, and bless'd the augury. This good omen, thus from heav'n Like a happy signal giv'n, Their loves and lives (all four) embrace, And hand in hand run all the race. To poor Septimus, (who did now Nothing else but Acme grow,) Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne, And to faithful Acme's mind Septimus was all humankind. 10 If the Gods would please to be But advised for once by me, I'd advise 'em, when they spy Any illustrious piety, To reward her, if it be she, To reward him, if it be he, With such a husband, such a wife, With Acme's and Septimus' life, XIV. ON A GIRDLE. -WALLER. THAT which her slender waist confined, It was my heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there Take all the rest the sun goes round. XV. SLEEP. SIR JOHN DENHAM. MORPHEUS! the humble god that dwells In cottages and smoky cells, Hates gilded roofs and beds of down, And, though he fears no prince's frown, Flies from the circle of a crown: Come, I say, thou powerful god, And thy leaden charming rod, Dipped in the Lethean lake, O'er his wakeful temples shake, Lest he should sleep, and never wake. |