Part 78 The Hesperides & Noble Numbers

Part 78

985. UPON SAPPHO.

Look upon Sappho's lip, and you will swear There is a love-like leaven rising there.

988. A BACCHa.n.a.lIAN VERSE.

Drink up Your cup, But not spill wine; For if you Do, 'Tis an ill sign;

That we Foresee You are cloy'd here, If so, no Ho, But avoid here.

989. CARE A GOOD KEEPER.

_Care keeps the conquest; 'tis no less renown To keep a city than to win a town._

990. RULES FOR OUR REACH.

Men must have bounds how far to walk; for we Are made far worse by lawless liberty.

991. TO BIANCA.

Ah, Bianca! now I see It is noon and past with me: In a while it will strike one; Then, Bianca, I am gone.

Some effusions let me have Offer'd on my holy grave; Then, Bianca, let me rest With my face towards the East.

992. TO THE HANDSOME MISTRESS GRACE POTTER.

As is your name, so is your comely face Touch'd everywhere with such diffused grace, As that in all that admirable round There is not one least solecism found; And as that part, so every portion else Keeps line for line with beauty's parallels.

993. ANACREONTIC.

I must Not trust Here to any; Bereav'd, Deceiv'd By so many: As one Undone By my losses; Comply Will I With my crosses; Yet still I will Not be grieving, Since thence And hence Comes relieving.

But this Sweet is In our mourning; Times bad And sad Are a-turning: And he Whom we See dejected, Next day We may See erected.

994. MORE MODEST, MORE MANLY.

'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are, That are most modest ere they come to war.

995. NOT TO COVET MUCH WHERE LITTLE IS THE CHARGE.

Why should we covet much, whenas we know W'ave more to bear our charge than way to go?

996. ANACREONTIC VERSE.

Brisk methinks I am, and fine When I drink my cap'ring wine: Then to love I do incline, When I drink my wanton wine: And I wish all maidens mine, When I drink my sprightly wine: Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine; But I languish, lower, and pine, When I want my fragrant wine.

998. PATIENCE IN PRINCES.

_Kings must not use the axe for each offence: Princes cure some faults by their patience._

999. FEAR GETS FORCE.

_Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed: The coward then takes arms and does the deed._

1000. PARCEL-GILT POETRY.

Let's strive to be the best; the G.o.ds, we know it, Pillars and men, hate an indifferent poet.

1001. UPON LOVE, BY WAY OF QUESTION AND ANSWER.