THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE OF HER CHAMBER HEY taste of death, that do at heaven arrive; TH Instead of Death, the dart of Love does strike: And renders all within these walls alike; The high in titles, and the shepherd here Forgets his greatness, and forgets his fear. All stand amazed, and gazing on the fair Lose thought of what themselves or others are; Ambition lose: and have no other scope, Save Carlisle's favor, to employ their hope. The Thracian could (though all those tales were true The bold Greeks tell) no greater wonders do: Before his feet so sheep and lions lay, Fearless and wrathless while they heard him play. ON A GIRDLE HAT which her slender waist confined TH Shall now my joyful temples bind: No monarch but would give his crown, It was my heaven's extremest sphere, A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair: |