The poems of William Habington Edited with introduction and commentary by Kenneth Allott |
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To Zephirus.
Whose whispers soft as those which lovers breath?Castara and my selfe I here bequeath
To thee calme wind. For heaven such joyes afford
To her and me, that there can be no third.
And you kinde starres, be thriftier of your light:
Her eyes supply your office with more bright
And constant lustre. Angels guardians, like
The nimbler ship boyes shall be joy'd to strike
Or hoist up saile; Nor shall our vessell move
By Card or Compasse, but a heavenly love.
The courtesie of this more prosperous gale
Shall swell our Canvas, and wee'le swiftly saile
To some blest Port, where ship hath never lane
At anchor, whose chaste soile no foot prophane
Hath ever trod; Where nature doth dispence
Her infant wealth, a beautious innocence.
Pompe (even a burthen to it selfe) nor Pride,
(The Magistrate of sinnes) did e're abide
On that so sacred earth. Ambition ne're,
Built for the sport of ruine, fabrickes there.
Thence age and death are exil'd, all offence
And feare expell'd, all noyse and faction thence.
A silence there so melancholly sweet,
That none but whispring Turtles ever meet.
Thus Paradise did our first Parents Wooe,
To harmelesse sweets, at first possest by two.
And o're this second, weele usurpe the throne;
Castara weele obey and rule alone.
For the rich vertue of this soyle I feare,
Would be depraved, should but a third be there.
| The poems of William Habington | |