IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and f… Quencheth his light,

Fond man, that canst believe her b… Will from those purple channels fl… Or that the pure untainted flood Can any foul distemper know; Or that thy weak steel can incise

Know Celia, since thou art so pro… ’Twas I that gave thee thy renown… Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties, liv’d unknown, Had not my verse exhal’d thy name,

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay,

Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone, Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none; Either extreme, of love, or hate,

Ask me no more where Jove bestows… When June is past, the fading ros… For in your beauty’s orient deep These flowers as in their causes,… Ask me no more whither doth stray

THIS little vault, this narrow r… Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to cle… Our clouded sky, lies darken’d her… For ever set to us: by Death

The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eye… The parents that first gave her br… And their sad friends, laid her in… If any of them, reader, were

Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping ra… Yet she refuses to unfold. But when the planet of the day

We read of kings and gods that kin… A pitcher fill’d with water from t… But I have daily tender’d without… Rivers of tears that overflow thei… A slaughter’d bull will appease an…

Now that the winter’s gone, the ea… Her snow-white robes, and now no m… Candies the grass, or casts an icy… Upon the silver lake or crystal st… But the warm sun thaws the benumbe…

THINK not, 'cause men flattering… You’re fresh as April, sweet as M… Bright as is the morning star, That you are so ; or, though you a… Be not therefore proud, and deem

I’LL gaze no more on her bewitchi… Since ruin harbours there in every… For my enchanted soul alike she dr… With calms and tempests of her smi… I’ll love no more those cruel eyes…

IN Celia’s face a question did ar… Which were more beautiful, her lip… “ We,” said the eyes, “send forth… Which pierce the hardest adamantin… “ From us,” repli’d the lips, “pro…

Know, Celia, since thou art so pr… ’Twas I that gave thee thy renown… Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown Had not my verse extolled thy name…