Beware left Corfus doe corrupt thy minde, Say, though a King thou even courteous finde, Begin with Kings, to fubjects you will fall, See Epigrams fubjoin'd to J. Sylvester's The Frailtye and hurtfulnes of Beautie. BRITTLE Beautie that Nature made fo fraile, Whereof the gifte is fmal, and short the Seafon ; Flowring to-day, to-morrowe apt to faile, Tickled treafure, abhorred of reafon : Dangerous to deale with, vaine, of none availe, Harde to attain, once gotten not geafon. Lord SURREY. To TO THE ROSE SWEET Rofe, whence is this hue Which does all hues excell? And whence this form and gracing grace in you? Or odoriferous Enna's plains you fed, Or Tmolus, or where boar young Adon flew; No, none of these, but cause more high you blist, Drummond's Son, and Madrig, RY thofe fair, thofe chrystal eyes To drown their banks. Griefs fullen brooks Thy lovely face was never meant To be the fhoar of discontent. VOL. II. H Then ; Then clear those wat'rish starres again, 100 MADRIGAL. MY Thoughts hold mortal strife, I do deteft my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my foul to bring, Oft call that Prince, which here doth monarchize, But he grim grinning King, Who catives fcorns, and doth the bleft surprise Drummond. Edinb. 1711. Fol. Ed. SONNET S. |