The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XI.
[And now 'tis Faire; how shall wee Spend the Day?]
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And now 'tis Faire; how shall wee Spend the Day?Manage the lustie Steed?
Or see the Eager Hounds pursue the pray;
And laugh to see him bleed?
How shall wee run the ling'ring howers away?
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Goe see the Gallant Falcon, from her wings,The Qvarrie Strike?
Or stay to heare Hermogenes, who Sings
Soe Angel-like?
Or see the ffouler lay his treacherous Strings?
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Or with the baited Hooke, in Deviae's Streame,Begvile the simple Trout?
Or rather take a Gun, and warre proclaime
To all the Birds about?
Or Sitt and talke, and make the Times our Theame?
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And where wee faile, the pleasures of the HouseShall our Discourse supplie.
Plumpe Bacchus makes the heart glad, when he flowes
In Cups not niggardlie:
Or shall wee wage, what wee fear not to loose?
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Some toy at Dice or Cards? Or will you tosseA Ball att Tenis? Or
Let's boule an hower or two, with the same losse;
Our Time wee loose, noe more.
Or Billiards? or what Else you will propose?
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Come, shall wee wanton with a Ladie's Eye,And Appetite provoke?
Or keep the Round of good Societie,
In high-pris'd Indian Smoke?
And let the novice breake the Pipes, lye by?
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Let's this, or any these; which you like bestPursue. The Day growes old:
The Sun is halfe his Iourney to the west;
But if to-morrow hold,
With better Pleasures wee will be refresht.
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Were we but now made dull with Stormie Ayre?And shall wee use it thus?
That Day which (Doubtles) heaven did prepare,
To fitt vs, in an vse
More Noble; which wee Loose, ere wee'are aware.
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Come, take thy Qvill along, my Sober Muse,And wee will find a place
Where wee may freelie Sing, and shade our Browes,
Vnder some Mirtle base;
Such humble Shrubs my Thoughts doe rather Chuse.
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Or shall wee, vnder crooked Hawthorne Sitt,And our Sad ffancies dresse?
Or rather chuse our lovéd Elme, and fitt
Notes to our heavinesse?
Not Emulous of ffame, nor Glorious of witt.
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However, where wee Sitt, or what wee Sing,The Day shall be made short,
In sober recreations; when the wing
Of ffancie flyes to sport,
Heaven, Ayre, Earth, Water, all their beauties bring.
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And be the Day or Clear or cloudie Dull,Our pleasure is the Same;
To-morrowe's Expectation cannot gull
Our Thoughts, in their true Ayme;
Nor take from what wee seeke, in obiects full.
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Thus then, he pleasure only doth enioy,Whose pleasure is not tyed,
In change of time, to quicken or destroy;
But, more securely ride,
All winds and weathers, with a Constant Ioye.
Him, nor the Angrie Heavens can Affright,
Nor Serene Skies please, with a better Light.
Nor Serene Skies please, with a better Light.
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