Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy:

Till the dilating Soul, enwrapt, transfused,

Into the mighty vision passing-there

As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!

Coleridge.

The Parents' Warning.

THREE children sliding on the ice

All on a summer's day,

As it fell out, they all fell in,

The rest they ran away.

Now had these children been at school,
Or sliding on dry ground,

Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drowned.

You parents that have children dear,
And eke you that have none,

If you will have them safe abroad,

Pray keep them safe at home.

Gammer Gurton.

Consentire dies et prospera fata duorum:

Donec se expandens Animus, perque omnia fusus,
Inque gigantea resolutus imagine, formam
Ceu capiat propriam, cœli ad fulgentia templa
Exoritur, superisque petit miscerier auris.

H. D.

Parentes Admoniti.

ΚΡΥΣΤΑΛΛΟΠΑΚΤΟΥΣ τρίπτυχοι κόροι ροὰς
ὥρα θέρους ψαίροντες εὐτάρσοις ποσὶ,
διναῖς ἔπιπτον, οἷα δὴ πίπτειν φιλεῖ,
ἅπαντες· εἶτ ̓ ἔφευγον οἱ λελειμμένοι.
ἀλλ ̓ εἴπερ ἦσαν ἐγκεκλεισμένοι μοχλοῖς,
ἢ ποσὶν ὀλισθάνοντες ἐν ξηρῷ πέδῳ,
χρυσῶν ἂν ἠθέλησα περιδόσθαι σταθμῶν,
εἰ μὴ μέρος τι τῶν νέων ἐσώζετο.
ἀλλ ̓, ὦ τοκεῖς, ὅσοις μὲν ὄντα τυγχάνει,
ὅσοις δὲ μὴ, βλαστήματ ̓ εὐτέκνου σπορᾶς,
ὴν εὐτυχεῖς εὐχησθε τὰς θυράζ ̓ ὁδοὺς
τοῖς παισὶν, εὖ σφᾶς ἐν δόμοις φυλάσσετε.

R. P.

The Pledge.

DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I'll not ask for wine.

The thirst, that from the soul doth spring,
Doth ask a draught divine;

But might I from Jove's nectar sip,

I'd change it not for thine.

Ben Jonson.

Pillycock.

OLD Pillycock sat on a grassy hill,
And if he's not gone, he sits there still.

Gammer Gurton

The Marks of Lobe.

COME here, fond youth, whoe'er thou be,
That boast'st to love as well as me,
And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound,
Come hither and thy flame approve;

I'll teach thee what it is to love,

And by what marks true passion may be found.

It is to be all bathed in tears, To live upon a smile for years, To lie whole ages at a beauty's feet,

To kneel, to languish, to implore,

And still, though she disdain, adore.

It is to do all this, and think thy sufferings sweet.

Propínatio.

LUMINIBUS solis mihi, Lydia cara, propines;
Luminibus reddam mox ego, crede, vices:
Vel tantum admoto cyathum mihi tinge labello,
Et desiderium fugerit omne meri.

Scilicet, ex anima quæ fervida nascitur ima,
Non nisi divino est fonte levanda Sitis ;
Ast ego, donentur mihi si Jovis ipsa, recusem
Pocula: sunt labris illa secunda tuis.

Pillicoccius.

LACERPICIFERO jugo sedebat,
Et, si non abeat, diu sedebit,
Spes ille ultima Pillicocciorum.

G. K.

H. D

Indicia Amorís.

FERRE parem nostris qui te, puer, ignibus ignem
Jactas, si caleat forte quis igne pari,

Infelix tua vota refer: referam ipse vicissim,
Quid sit Amor, pateat qualibus ille notis.

Est, pasci in totos risum, si riserit, annos:
Est, solvi in lacrymas, fundere vota, preces:
Ante pedes semper volvi et languere puellæ ;

Si fugit illa, sequi: sic cupere usque sequi.

It is to gaze upon her eyes

With eager joy and fond surprize, Yet temper'd with such chaste and awful fear, As wretches feel who wait their doom; Nor must one ruder thought presume, Though but in whispers breathed, to meet her ear.

It is to hope, though hope were lost, Though heaven and earth thy wishes cross'd: Though she were bright as sainted queens above, And thou the least and meanest swain That folds his flock upon the plain,

Yet if thou darest not hope, thou dost not love.

It is to quench thy joy in tears,

To nurse strange thoughts and groundless fears: If pangs of jealousy thou hast not proved,

Though she were fonder and more true
Than any nymph old poets drew,

O never dream again that thou hast loved.

If, when the darling maid is gone,
Thou dost not seek to be alone,
Rapt in a pleasing trance of tender woe;
And muse and fold thy languid arms,

Feeding thy fancy on her charms,

Thou dost not love: for love is nourish'd so.