Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,—
Hundreds of years you Stella’s feet may kiss.’ ”
Hundreds of years! You think that a mistake? No, it is the very rapture of love. A lover like this does not believe his mistress can grow old, or die. How do you think the other verses read, apropos of railway signals and railway scrip?
“Be you still fair, honour’d by public heed,[2]
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed.”
But to keep our eyes and ears with our squire. Presently he comes in sight of his mistress’s house, and then sings this sonnet:—
“I see the house; my heart, thyself contain!
Beware full sails drown not thy tott’ring barge;
Lest joy, by nature apt spirits to enlarge,
Thee, to thy wreck, beyond thy limits strain.