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For a while he ponder'd, Watching of me with still eyes. "Not good to stay awake too long. You shall Sleep," he said. Last night he Brought me the Pinch of Powder that is an Open Door. To what? I know not. But I go without Fear, because without Hope. So shall I sleep in the secret Chamber, and it maybe I shall Dream that Richard lightly Lov'd and as lightly Left me. Whereof Richard Died.
Well known and lov'd where ere he liv'd, by most Both in his native, and in foreign coast, These to the world his merits could make known, So needs no Testimonial from his own; But now or never I must pay my Sum; While others tell his worth, Ile not be dumb: One of thy Founders, him New England know, Who staid thy feeble sides when thou wast low, Who spent his state, his strength & years with care That After-comers in them might have a share, True Patriot of this little Commonweal, Who is't can tax thee ought, but for thy zeal?
For, ah, can changing seasons e'er restore The lov'd companion I must still deplore? Shall all the wisdom of the world combin'd Erase thy image, Mary, from my mind, Or bid me hope from others to receive The fond affection thou alone could'st give? Ah, no, my best belov'd, thou still shalt be My friend, my sister, all the world to me.
"True: a new Mistresse now I chase, The first foe in the field, And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. "Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not Honour more." James Graham, Marquis of Montrose, was another cavalier poet whose fine, sad story you will read in history.
It being undeniable then, that Plays and publick Diversions were thought by the Greatest and Wisest of States, one of the most essential Parts of good Government, and in which so many great Persons were interested; suffer me to beg your Lordships Patronage for this little Endeavour, and believe it not below the Grandure of your Birth and State, the Illustrious Places you so justly hold in the Kingdom, nor your Illustrious Relation to the greatest Monarch of the World, to afford it the Glory of your Protection; since it is the Product of a Heart and Pen, that always faithfully serv'd that Royal Cause, to which your Lordship is by many Tyes so firmly fixt: It approaches you with that absolute Veneration, that all the World is oblig'd to pay you; and has no other Design than to express my sense of those excellent Vertues, that make your Lordship so truly admir'd and lov'd.
"I begin with my left-hand neighbor," said Müller, addressing himself with a bow to Mdlle. Rosalie; "and the circle will please to repeat after me: 'I have the four corners of my Aunt's Flower Garden for sale thee, and lov'd thee, and ne'er can forget." MDLLE. ROSALIE to M. PHILOMÈNE. I have the four corners of my Aunt's Flower Garden for sale thee, and lov'd thee, and ne'er can forget.
Lindsay, is the farm of Lochlea, and yonder brown cottage, beside the three elms, is the dwelling of my parents." "From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, revered abroad." Cotter's Saturday Night. There was a wide and cheerful circle this evening round the hospitable hearth of Lochlea.
And thou, Napoleon, if thy mighty sword Shall for thy people conquer new renown; Go Europe shall attest, thy heart preferr'd The modest olive to the laurel crown. But thee, lov'd chief, to new achievements bold The aroused spirit of the soldier calls; Speak! and Vienna cowering shall behold Our banners waving o'er her prostrate walls.
He made me a very sharp Reply, assuring me, That he lov'd the English extraordinary well, and did believe their Ways to be very good for those that had already practis'd them, and had been brought up therein; But as for himself, he was too much in Years to think of a Change, esteeming it not proper for Old People to admit of such an Alteration.
Within this Tomb a Patriot lyes That was both pious, just and wise, To Truth a shield, to right a Wall, To Sectaryes a whip and Maul, A Magazine of History, A Prizer of good Company In manners pleasant and severe The Good him lov'd, the bad did fear, And when his time with years was spent If some rejoyc'd, more did lament.