Then throw it round the temples of our Queen! 'Tis she that must preserve those glories green.

When greater tempests than on sea before
Received her on the shore;

When she was shot at 'for the King's own good'

By legions hired to blood;

How bravely did she do, how bravely bear?

And show'd, though they durst rage, she durst not fear.

Courage was cast about her like a dress

Of solemn comeliness;

A gather'd mind and an untroubled face
Did give her dangers grace;

Thus, arm'd with innocence, secure they move

Whose highest 'treason' is but highest love.

W. Cartwright

MY love in her attire doth show her wit,

It doth so well become her:

For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is,
When all her robes are gone.

Anon.

220.

Art Above Nature: To Julia

WHEN

THEN I behold a forest spread
With silken trees upon thy head,
And when I see that other dress
Of flowers set in comeliness;
When I behold another grace
In the ascent of curious lace,
Which like a pinnacle doth shew
The top, and the top-gallant too;
Then, when I see thy tresses bound
Into an oval, square, or round,
And knit in knots far more than I
Can tell by tongue, or true-love tie;
Next, when those lawny films I see
Play with a wild civility,
And all those airy silks to flow,
Alluring me, and tempting so:
I must confess mine eye and heart
Dotes less on Nature than on Art.

R. Herrick

221. The Stately Dames of Rome Their

THE

Pearls Did Wear

HE stately dames of Rome their pearls did wear
About their necks to beautify their name:
.But she whom I do serve, her pearls doth bear
Close in her mouth, and, smiling, shew the same.
No wonder, then, though every word she speaks
A jewel seem in judgment of the wise,

Since that her sugared tongue the passage breaks

222.

Between two rocks, bedecked with pearls of price.
Her hair of gold, her front of ivory –
A bloody heart within so white a breast
Her teeth of pearl, lips ruby, crystal eye,
Needs must I honour her above the rest,
Since she is formed of none other mould
But ruby, crystal, ivory, pearl and gold.
G. Gascoigne

The Bracelet: To Julia

HY I tie about thy wrist,

WHY

Julia, this my silken twist;
For what other reason is't
But to show thee how, in part,
Thou my pretty captive art?
But thy bond-slave is my heart:
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis otherwise with me:

- I am bound and fast bound, so
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could I would not so.

R. Herrick

223.

Upon Julia's Recovery

ROOP, droop, no more, or hang the head,

DROOP,

Ye roses almost withered;

Now strength and newer purple get,

Each here declining violet;

O primroses! let this day be
A resurrection unto ye,

And to all flowers allied in blood,
Or sworn to that sweet sisterhood:
For health on Julia's cheek hath shed
Claret and cream comminglèd;
And those her lips do now appear
As beams of coral, but more clear.

R. Herrick

224.

Upon Combing Her Hair

REAKING from under that thy cloudy veil, Open and shine yet more, shine out more clear, Thou glorious, golden-beam-darting hair, Even till my wonder-stricken senses fail.

Shoot out in light, and shine those rays on far,

Thou much more fair than is the Queen of Love When she doth comb her in her sphere above, And from a planet turns a blazing star.

Nay, thou art greater too! More destiny
Depends on thee, than on her influence;
No hair thy fatal hand doth now dispence
But to some one a thread of life must be.

While gracious unto me, thou both dost sunder
Those glories which, if they united were,

Might have amazèd sense, and shew'st each hair Which, if alone, had been too great a wonder.

But stay! methinks new beauties do arise
While she withdraws these glories which were spread
Wonder of beauties! set thy radiant head,
And strike out day from thy yet fairer eyes.

Edward, Lord Herbert, of Cherbury

225. So Oft As I Her Beauty Do Behold

226.

O oft as I her beauty do behold,

And therewith do her cruelty compare,

I marvel of what substance was the mould,
The which her made at once so cruel fair,
Not earth, for her high thoughts more heavenly are;
Not water, for her love doth burn like fire;
Not air, for she is not so light or rare;

Not fire, for she doth freeze with faint desire.
Then needs another element inquire

Whereof she mote be made that is, the sky;

For to the heaven her haughty looks aspire,
And eke her mind is pure immortal high.
Then, sith to heaven ye likened are the best,
Be like in mercy as in all the rest.

Hey Nonny No!

HEY nonny no!

E. Spenser

Men are fools that wish to die!
Is 't not fine to dance and sing
When the bells of death do ring?
Is 't not fine to swim in wine,