10
But if thou to my passion this deny,
Thou may'st be starv'd to death as well as I;
For how can thy pale sickly flame burn clear
When death and cold despair inhabit here?[23:4]
Then let thy dim heat warm, or else expire;[23:5] 15
Dissolve this frost, or let that quench the[23:6] fire.
Thus let me not desire, or else possess!
Neither, or both, are equal happiness.[23:7]

SONG.

Faith, 'tis not worth thy pains and care
To seek t'ensnare
A heart so poor as mine:[24:1]
Some fools there be
Hate liberty, 5
Who[m] with more ease thou may'st confine.

Alas! when with much charge thou hast
Brought it at last
Beneath thy power to bow,
It will adore 10
Some twenty more,
And that, perhaps, you'd[24:2] not allow.

No, Chloris, I no more will prove
The curse of love,
And now can boast a heart 15
Hath learn'd of thee
Inconstancy,
And cozen'd women of their art.

EXPECTATION.

Chide, chide no more away
The fleeting daughters of the day,
Nor with impatient thoughts outrun
The lazy sun,
Nor[25:1] think the hours do move too slow; 5
Delay is kind,
And we too soon shall find
That which we seek, yet fear to know.

The mystic dark decrees
Unfold not of the Destinies, 10
Nor boldly seek to antedate
The laws of Fate;
Thy anxious search awhile forbear,
Suppress thy haste,
And know that Time at last 15
Will crown thy hope, or fix thy fear.

VI. LYRICS PRINTED IN ALL ORIGINAL EDITIONS OF STANLEY.

THE BREATH.

Favonius, the milder breath o' th' Spring,
When proudly bearing on his softer wing
Rich odours, which from the Panchean groves
He steals, as by the phoenix-pyre he moves,
Profusely doth his sweeter theft dispense 5
To the next rose's blushing innocence;
But from the grateful flower, a richer scent
He doth receive[26:1] than he unto it lent.
Then, laden with his odour's richest s