VERSES ΤΟ DR. GEORGE ROGERS', ON HIS TAKING THE DEGREE OF DOCTOR IN PHYSIC WHEN as of old the earth's bold children strove, Of herbs, and learn'd the virtues of their juice, Whom the like tempest drives from his abode, This little poem was printed, together with several others on the same occasion, by Dr. Rogers, alone with his inaugural exercise at Padua, and afterwards in the same manner republished by him at London, together with his Harveian oration before the College of Physicians, in the year 1682, while Mr. Waller was yet living. Though the above verses were first printed in 1664, they seem to have been written before the Restoration, as appears from the lines toward the conclusion. And as Hippocrates did once extend CHLORIS AND HYLAS. MADE TO A SARABAND, CHLORIS. HYLAS, oh Hylas! why sit we mute, HYL. Sweetest ! you know the sweetest of things Of various flowers the bees do compose; Yet no particular taste it brings Of violet, woodbine, pink, or rose : So love the result is of all the graces Which flow from a thousand several faces. CHLO. Hylas! the birds which chant in this grove, Could we but know the language they use, They would instruct us better in love, And reprehend thy inconstant Muse; For love their breasts does fill with such a fire, That what they once do choose, bounds their desire. HYL. Chloris! this change the birds do approve, Which the warm season hither does bring; Time from yourself does further remove You than the winter from the gay spring: She that like lightning shined while her face lasted, The oak now resembles which lightning hath blasted. IN ANSWER OF SIR JOHN SUCKLING'S VERSES. CON. STAY here, fond youth! and ask no more; be wise; Knowing too much long since lost Paradise. PRO. And by your knowledge we should be bereft Talk in your sleep, and shadows still admire! CON. Fruition adds no new wealth but destroys, PRO. Blessings may be repeated while they cloy; But shall we starve, 'cause surfeitings destroy? And if fruition did the taste impair Of kisses, why should yonder happy pair, CON. Urge not 'tis necessary; alas! we know And must be peopled; children there must be:— So must bread too; but since there are enough Born to that drudgery, what need we plough? PRO. I need not plough, since what the stooping Gets of my pregnant land must all be mine: [hine But in this nobler tillage 'tis not so; For when Anchises did fair Venus know, CON. Women enjoy'd, whate'er before they've PRO. Plays and romances read and seen, do fall In our opinions; yet not seen at all, Whom would they please? To an heroic tale CON. 'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. PRO. If'twere not heaven if we knew what it were, "Twould not be heaven to those that now are there. CON. And as in prospects we are there pleased most, Where something keeps the eye from being lost, PRO. Restraint preserves the pleasure we have But he ne'er has it that enjoys it not. [got, In goodly prospects who contracts the space, Or takes not all the bounty of the place? We wish removed what standeth in our light, And Nature blame for limiting our sight; Where you stand wisely winking, that the view Of the fair prospect may be always new. CON. They who know all the wealth they have are poor; He's only rich that cannot tell his store. PRO. Not he that knows the wealth he has is poor, But he that dares not touch nor use his store. AN APOLOGY FOR HAVING LOVED BEFORE. THEY that never had the use So they that are to love inclined, To man, that as in the' evening made, |