Poems or, A Miscellany of Sonnets, Satyrs, Drollery, Panegyricks, Elegies, &c. At the Instance, and Request of Several Friends, Times, and Occasions, Composed; and now at their command Collected, and Committed to the Press. By the Author, M. Stevenson |
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Upon Guiana's Farewell to Sharington.
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Upon Guiana's Farewell to Sharington.
Farewell! a pretty story faith; if I
No better fare, I need not Roast-meat cry:
Farewell! impossible; Can I farewell,
When she has raz'd and sackt my Citadell.
Well, Go Guiana, and be happy too,
What ever Sharington or Norwich do.
Ah sweet! ah fair! but since there's no relief,
April shall help us to shower out our grief.
No better fare, I need not Roast-meat cry:
Farewell! impossible; Can I farewell,
When she has raz'd and sackt my Citadell.
Well, Go Guiana, and be happy too,
What ever Sharington or Norwich do.
Ah sweet! ah fair! but since there's no relief,
April shall help us to shower out our grief.
Me thought I saw, just as she bad God by,
The drooping flowers hang down their heads & dy.
Her hast was hence so speedy, as there was
No Rose, or Lilly blown, but in her Face.
Only the Violet (and that grace she deigns)
Packt up its Purple in her purer Veines.
Yet just as she was going out of Town,
Peeps a gay Tulip, and presents a Crown.
The Citizens of the Aire their Anthems sing,
To my Guiana Goddess of the Spring:
She folds her fairer Lips, and at her call,
Comes Blackbird, Linit, Alph, Thrush, Nightingal.
Melodious warblers, with her Coach they move,
And make the hedges and high-ways a Grove.
Thus flowers, thus birds, thus all must with her go
See, see, what those magnetick Eyes can do!
And yet (severer stars!) my self I find
Wou'd be most forward, am the most behind.
What then adds this to me? where's my relief,
This speaks her tryumph, but, alass! my grief.
The drooping flowers hang down their heads & dy.
Her hast was hence so speedy, as there was
No Rose, or Lilly blown, but in her Face.
Only the Violet (and that grace she deigns)
Packt up its Purple in her purer Veines.
Yet just as she was going out of Town,
Peeps a gay Tulip, and presents a Crown.
The Citizens of the Aire their Anthems sing,
To my Guiana Goddess of the Spring:
She folds her fairer Lips, and at her call,
Comes Blackbird, Linit, Alph, Thrush, Nightingal.
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And make the hedges and high-ways a Grove.
Thus flowers, thus birds, thus all must with her go
See, see, what those magnetick Eyes can do!
And yet (severer stars!) my self I find
Wou'd be most forward, am the most behind.
What then adds this to me? where's my relief,
This speaks her tryumph, but, alass! my grief.
Endymion's Miss observes her monthly wane,
And with full Face repairs her Orb again.
The Summer Solstice comes as Winter goes,
Day follows Night and ebbs succeed their flowes.
The Swallow woodcock, Stork and Cucco too
Know their Returns, as well as their Adieu:
But, ah! she bids farewell, and hopeless I
Must with the Swan sing my own Dirge and die.
And with full Face repairs her Orb again.
The Summer Solstice comes as Winter goes,
Day follows Night and ebbs succeed their flowes.
The Swallow woodcock, Stork and Cucco too
Know their Returns, as well as their Adieu:
But, ah! she bids farewell, and hopeless I
Must with the Swan sing my own Dirge and die.
O how she packt her spoils! more captive hearts
Than Argus e're had Eyes, or Cupid Darts!
Thus beauty plays the thief, fair Rachel stole
Her Fathers Gods, Guiana fair my Soul;
VVhich I cou'd be content to let her do,
Were she so kind to take my Body too;
But since her stay is subject to no spell,
Let me be miserable, so she fare-well.
Than Argus e're had Eyes, or Cupid Darts!
Thus beauty plays the thief, fair Rachel stole
Her Fathers Gods, Guiana fair my Soul;
VVhich I cou'd be content to let her do,
Were she so kind to take my Body too;
But since her stay is subject to no spell,
Let me be miserable, so she fare-well.
Vixque valedixi pleno singultibus ore.
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