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lost. One C[oe]ur-de-Lion had that age long since; This, three; which three, you make up four, brave prince. 452. TO JEALOUSY. O jealousy, that art The canker of the heart; And mak'st all hell Where thou do'st dwell; For pity be No fury, or no firebrand to me. Far from me I'll remove All thoughts of irksome love: And turn to snow, Or crystal grow, To keep still free, O! soul-tormenting jealousy, from thee. 453. TO LIVE FREELY. Let's live in haste; use pleasures while we may; Could life return, 'twould never lose a day. 455. HIS ALMS. Here, here I live, And somewhat give Of what I have To those who crave, Little or much, My alms is such; But if my deal Of oil and meal Shall fuller grow, More I'll bestow; Meantime be it E'en but a bit, Or else a crumb, The scrip hath some. _Deal_, portion. 456. UPON HIMSELF. Come, leave this loathed country life, and then Grow up to be a Roman citizen. Those mites of time, which yet remain unspent, Waste thou in that most civil government. Get their comportment and the gliding tongue Of those mild men thou art to live among; Then, being seated in that smoother sphere, Decree thy everlasting topic there; And to the farm-house ne'er return at all: Though granges do not love thee, cities shall. 457. TO ENJOY THE TIME. While Fates permit us let's be merry, Pass all we must the fatal ferry; And this our life too whirls away With the rotation of the day. 458. UPON LOVE. Love, I have broke Thy yoke, The neck is free; But when I'm next Love-vexed, Then shackle me. 'Tis better yet To fret The feet or hands, Than to enthral Or gall The neck with bands. 459. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY, EARL OF WESTMORELAND. You are a lord, an earl, nay more, a man Who writes sweet numbers well as any can; If so, why then are not these verses hurled, Like Sybil's leaves, throughout the ample world? What is a jewel if it be not set Forth by a ring or some rich carcanet? But being so, then the beholders cry: See, see a gem as rare as Belus' eye. Then public praise does run upon the stone, For a most rich, a rare, a precious one. Expose
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