SAMUEL DANIEL

Ulysses. But yet the state of things require

These motions of unrest : And these great Spirits of high desire

Seem born to turn them best : To purge the mischiefs that increase

And all good order mar : For oft we see a wicked peace

To be well changed for war.

Siren. Well, well, Ulysses, then I see

I shall not have thee here : And therefore I will come to thee,

And take my fortune there. I must be won, that cannot win,

Yet lost were I not won ; For beauty hath created been

T' undo, or be undone.

//j. Beauty i Time, and Love

SONNETS, i T^AIR is my Love and cruel as she's fair;

Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny, Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair, And her disdains are gall, her favours honey : A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour, Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love ; The wonder of all eyes that look upon her, Sacred on earth, design'd a Saint above. Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes, Live reconciled friends within her brow ; And had she Pity to conjoin with those, Then who had heard the plaints I utter now? For had she not been fair, and thus unkind, My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind.

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