Awake, awake, break through your veils of lawn,
Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn.

Sir William Davenant.

GO, LOVELY ROSE.

Go, lovely Rose,
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That had'st thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die, that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee,
How small a part of time they share
Who are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Edmund Waller.

HIS MISTRESS.

I have a mistress, for perfections rare
In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.
Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes;
Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice.
And wheresoe'er my fancy would begin,
Still her perfection lets religion in.
We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours
As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers.
I touch her, like my beads, with devout care,
And come unto my courtship as my prayer.

Thomas Randolph.

CHLORIS.

Amyntas, go! Thou art undone,
Thy faithful heart is crossed by fate;
That love is better not begun,
Where love is come to love too late.

Yet who that saw fair Chloris weep
Such sacred dew, with such pure grace,
Durst think them feigned tears, or seek
For treason in an angel's face.

Henry Vaughan.

LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.

Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song;
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste;
Still I would not have thee cold,
Or backward, or too bold,
For love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.

Winter's cold, or summer's heat,
Autumn tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel;
Such the love that I would gain,
Such love, I tell thee plain,
That thou must give or love in vain,
So to thee farewell.

Circa 1610.

FAIN WOULD I CHANGE THAT NOTE.

Fain would I change that note
To which fond love hath charm'd me,
Long, long to sing by rote,
Fa