SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE

405-. To a Lady asking him how long he would Jove her

TT is not, Celia, in our power

• To say how long our love will last ;

It may be we within this hour

May lose those joys we now do taste; The Blessed, that immortal be, From change in love are only free.

Then since we mortal lovers are,

Ask not how long our love will last;

But while it does, let us take care Each minute be with pleasure past :

Were it not madness to deny

To live because we're sure to die ?

��THOMAS TRAHERNE

406. News

��from a foreign country came As if my treasure and my wealth lay there ; So much it did my heart inflame, 'Twas wont to call my Soul into mine ear; Which thither went to meet The approaching sweet, And on the threshold stood To entertain the unknown Good.

It hover'd there As if 'twould leave mine ear,

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